Believing the machine, we were shot through and made to forget. We turned away from remembering natures ways. Ways not so perplexing as present day gene mechanics. Ways of engaging a persons vitality and spirit to heal without damaging the body. Ways that move and guide us from within. Ways of knowing from our guts, our intuition. Even satori! Break-through moments of awakening that brim with clear sight.
Sigmund Freud noted the problems with hypnosis as therapy:
"[W]orse than its capricious nature was the lack of permanence in the results; after a time, if one heard from the patient again, the old malady had reappeared or had been replaced by another. Then one could begin to hypnotize again. In the background there was the warning of experienced men against robbing the patient of his independence by frequent repetitions of hypnosis and against accustoming him to this treatment as though it were a narcotic."
Beautifully written, Dear, brilliant friend. I thank you for saying so well what needs be said, and my immediate reaction was an emphatic "Revolt"!!
But, haven't we been here before, in the silent spring, replacing the planted weeds of the powerful with seeds of virtue, watering them with our hopes, tears, and the spilled blood of our comrades; nurturing the sprouts that rise up to push through the composting soil of the weeds pulled out in clearing the way for truer truths? The perennial cycle of life includes predator and prey, blossoming, decay, night and day. The powerful rise, the simpler (no matter how cherished) fall, to become compost for a better future we hope, and some of us trust, that the wheel of time is rolling somewhere worthy of our highest ideals, concepts, and deeds of heroism. But is it?
Sigmund Freud noted the problems with hypnosis as therapy:
"[W]orse than its capricious nature was the lack of permanence in the results; after a time, if one heard from the patient again, the old malady had reappeared or had been replaced by another. Then one could begin to hypnotize again. In the background there was the warning of experienced men against robbing the patient of his independence by frequent repetitions of hypnosis and against accustoming him to this treatment as though it were a narcotic."
-- Sigmund Freud, Introductory Lectures on Psychoanalysis (London: Penguin, 1991), page 502.
Beautifully written, Dear, brilliant friend. I thank you for saying so well what needs be said, and my immediate reaction was an emphatic "Revolt"!!
But, haven't we been here before, in the silent spring, replacing the planted weeds of the powerful with seeds of virtue, watering them with our hopes, tears, and the spilled blood of our comrades; nurturing the sprouts that rise up to push through the composting soil of the weeds pulled out in clearing the way for truer truths? The perennial cycle of life includes predator and prey, blossoming, decay, night and day. The powerful rise, the simpler (no matter how cherished) fall, to become compost for a better future we hope, and some of us trust, that the wheel of time is rolling somewhere worthy of our highest ideals, concepts, and deeds of heroism. But is it?