March31
 Things are not merely what they seem.
They can be gateways to other times, other places
Pick up an object…. yes, right now….
now close your eyes… now let your mind forget WHAT it is… tune in ONLY to its SENSORY ASPECTS, handle it, tap it, smell it, rub its surface…
what does it evoke in your memory….
where does the pure sensory experience immediately take you.
then list in the comments below:
a) what the object was
b) where the sensory experience it took you
Polly Samuel (aka 'Donna Williams')
Author, artist, consultant and presenter.
http://www.donnawilliams.net
I acknowledge Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people as the Traditional Owners of this country
throughout Australia, and their connection to land and community.
March30
 I came across this term ‘porn conditioned boys’ in a recent article about girls progressively being sick to death of the programmed, dick-driven, brain washed porn robots that some parents have allowed, sometimes even encouraged their boys to become. Read the rest of this entry »
March27
 Beware overcaring for it can promote Dependent Personality Disorder (DPD) in a disabled child and they can self injure, self endanger, self deprive to compulsively monopolise the carer out of an pathologically exaggerated belief in their their own incapacity and vulnerability. DPD co-occurs in children who have had Separation Anxiety Disorder and Avoidant Personality Disorder. However, the compulsion of those with DPD to control the carer through progressive helplessness/loss of skills is, by far the most disabling of the three commonly co-occurring conditions. There are solutions to turning around co-occurring Dependent Personality Disorder in children deemed ‘Severely Autistic’ and where it is turned around the child will still be autistic but generally not nearly as ‘Severely Autistic’ as their Dependent Personality Disorder was presenting them to be. Â
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March20
 NARCOLEPSY
Speak not of the luxury of choice
of the choice to indulge
to decide, to rest, to sleep
for I can only dream of such things
once again devoured by invisible clouds
of sedation uninvited
like the eye of a hurricane
pulled down through the pillow
into REM sleep in the blink of an eye
sleep’s addictive call
its inarguable claim
of body, of mind
stealing wakefulness
stealing time
stealing luxury of choice
with one cast of its wand
in the clutching grip
of a hand called narcolepsy
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