My Personal Tale: Reflections on the Persecution of the Talented, Sensitive, & Unique; & Culture’s Sick & Cont radictory Purposes

Introduction – Part One

This is a very personal tale, raw with unabashed emotion, yet comfortably humorous, often heart-warming, a story like many others that you will see yourself in, and yet a story that is unlike any other and one that many will not believe could actually have happened in this modern era; or even in this century. I am laughing as I write this – But it is true. I am laughing because sometimes I myself cannot believe it, and my sisters and brothers, who lived much of it with me, share that feeling at times too.

It is rich in psychological drama of three generations, three men, and the unconscious, unwanted, but unavoidable inheritances we receive, father to son or mother to daughter, from one generation to the next — the strange mixture of scars, which, tended to correctly, may show themselves to be blessings. If you’re not getting a clue and getting turned off; you’re probably way over your head already. Go back. Pass Go. Collect $200 and have fun with it. Bye.

Now for you, yea you. The one being here in all their physical presence and with all that swirling going around inside. You know who you are. Here you are, and I know exactly where that is, ha! Did you think I didn’t know you are right smack dab in exactly the same Universe as me! (I woulda said Mind, but with all that swirling, I didn’t know if you’d freak.) You, the physical one, with consciousness seeping out and mixing with the Ocean of Awareness, including my own. Nice to see you again. Anyway, you’re here, bringing your world of contradictory feelings and confusions and pushes and pulls. I see ya.

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Well, now that the “Republicans,” for lack of a better word to explain the ones who actually see a benefit in that their souls have been stolen, are gone, I can speak more personally, if you’re so inclined.

This story is told by me; and I am a person who has dedicated his life to self-discovery. I bet you don’t know many people who have a B.A., literally, in “Self-Understanding” from an esteemed historical university (not some b.s. biblical or internet fantasy u). This won’t be the first time that you’ll think I’m kidding and I won’t be. But to continue, I also facilitate deep experiential therapy, and have almost forty years experience of that kind of self-exploration. The fact that this audio and writing before you that I let come through me brightened my horizons even a little more is an example of how the richer one’s self-awareness, the easier it is to reap even greater rewards of understanding.

To dispel some misnotions: This is not a tale of hate, resentment, or anger by any means. It was a story like that for many years. But the surprise is in the true fruits of experience that is honestly faced and followed to whatever wisdom it leads. And the place it leads is a gift. To myself. But I believe it is also a gift to the listener, a surprise one. One that is wrapped like a Christmas gift, the contents of which you can not even guess, which at the right time reveals itself to your delight and makes you happy you had to wait.

It is my story. It was triggered by my contemplation of Michael Jackson’s life and three articles that I wrote about him, two alone, just since his release from his skin prison to return home to Life Itself.

Since it is my story, I will tell you only that you will find this fascinating, a delightful listen, and a heartbreaking, enlightening, and uplifting tale in the end. Or, especially if you are a Republican or otherwise not much into self-reflection, personal growth, or therapeutically inclined, you will hate yourself as well as me if you continue any further than this, and if you are still here, I don’t know why, because you are probably already feeling irritated by my style. So go, because it will only get worse for you.

If you are of the introspective, existential, visionary, and dreamer camp; you will probably receive a personal gift for staying and listening; just as I did by “listening in” on Michael Jackson’s life

Another way of saying this is that a life that is openly and unashamedly shared, like Michael Jackson’s was, is a gift to all that take it in. My story has that same unashamed quality of saying it exactly as it was to me, and so honestly that it has never been told this thoroughly and honestly before, as I never had been inspired to lay this part of it out this way before. In doing so I feel solid and rich; uncaring of the myriad feelings — not all good — that my authentic, unframed, “untagged” experiences will bring forth in others. For that which hasn’t already been wrestled and forced beneath some ill-fitting “tag” is just a Rorschach test for all who view it; and so what you see in me will likely be far more your own image than mine, just as I saw mine in Michael’s.

But if you do not recognize that, hell, you may see your demon or angel or just about anything. If you are not very evolved, you may even blame that on me; again that is what happened to Michael Jackson for not staying in the jar and being happy just for getting — whoop-de-do — breathing holes!

For in living authentically, as Michael Jackson has demonstrated for us all one time again, like many authentic people in the past, in truly being yourself you will be more loved and more hated than if you take the safe route of hiding.

So listen to this or not; I’ve already received my blessings and my gifts out of this experience. They are there for you too, but it is all in you and up to you to reach for them, or not; and to decide if now, later, or not in this lifetime. All are correct decisions; there can be no wrong ones ever (only instructive or learning ones). Ain’t life great! It’s been nice swirling around for a spell in the consciousness soup with you. :-) Later!

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About sillymickel

Activist, psychotherapist, pre- and perinatal psychologist, author, and environmentalist. I seek to inspire others to our deeper, more natural consciousness, to a primal, more delightful spirituality, and to taking up the cause of saving life on this planet, as motivated by love.
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