The 3lack 3ox.

On Tuesday I wrote: Transgressive behaviour - even mild and almost innocuous - isn't something I can ignore. When it happened to me I experienced it viscerally, it felt like the ground vanished and I was bathed in flames.  And I wanted more... This isn't therapy.  Unless if you think being shot through with heroin is therapy? It certainly made me feel a thousand times better. But the effect of withdrawal can be lethal, worse than the pain it took away.  I needed to take it to supervision after writing that.  But my courage almost failed me.  The room is very blue. It is as if there is a blue haze, like being inside a translucent blue cloud. If I was being rational I'd say perhaps it's the effect of low wattage light bulbs! And supervision is a strange situation. Strange to go from zero to open vulnerable honesty with a person you see every four weeks in the same room, same day of the week, same time, everything the same!  Every so often I wonder how my su...

So I'm fascinated that my thing about Factor X and 'the compelling explanation' brings me back to Freud. I admire him. I'm grateful to him. But I don't like him! I see Herr Freud as Eros's pornographer, unlike Jung, and Hillman, who work from an older symbolism, with awe and wonder. Nevertheless, Freud stands behind modern day psychotherapy, and he certainly had encountered the process I'm seeking to unravel. So, let's go back!  When Freud was listening for the client's 'Factor X' he heard a lot of compelling explanations. Unfortunately Freud thought he knew what Factor X was, because in his view it was always the same one. Freud understood that the client's symptoms or compelling explanation was caused by the client's feelings. Or rather, the client's confusion and compelling explanation was an effect of the client blocking recognition of those feelings. Freud understood that Factor X  was like a rock under the river, causing ...

Where does attraction live? In our heads? In our hearts? In the vagaries of the autonomic nervous system? Heading into darkening skies, stars flickering into vision, twilight. Following a path that was always there. As the sky dims a sensation of momentum and gravity brings you to the edge of a lake. Here the smooth water is so deeply blue, so silent. The air is perfumed, everything is waiting, and the trees seem to quiver as the moon rises. A quiet hush surrounds this eternal infinity.  This moment is old, it is primal, it is universal. And all it takes is your total surrender. As self dissolves into the void. -- I imagine that Kit would assess my previous post as indicating my closeness to a resolution?  As if by naming the harms done to me in the name of ethical conduct, I'm showing that I'm ready to move on. Nothing could be further from the truth. Nothing has changed, nothing can change. I can't resolve the fragments, too many missing pieces. Hieroglyphs without the Ro...

One of my most transformative experiences during the last few years was getting into cold, very cold water. As I floated in 4 degrees  I reached out and held the ice. My pupils were dilated (sympathetic nervous system on overload), everything radiated energy. The water before me was something else, infinity, death? Not sure. Full of light. The sky was the kind of blue beyond thought, beyond understanding. The trees on the other side of the lake lent me their roots. Deep slow breaths, calm, calm, calm, absolute total bliss... Later that year I bought a ring; amber with a line of silver; like the rune, isa. I assume if you like me are a Hoffer (someone who practices Wim Hof Method...) ice has a slightly different meaning for us. The cold is merciless but righteous! "The cold is merciless, but it is absolutely righteous. It goes past the mind, past the conditioning, past all comfort-zone behavior, past our weakness, and makes us strong." Wim Hof. But, standing on ice is differen...

Revisiting...15th November 2021. This discussion between kit and myself crystallised my unease about attachment theory, and the reparative relationship. It made me question the shape, limits and function of psychotherapy. Specifically it made me feel uneasy about Kit. In the dialogue on that day, kit tells me about a client who arrived for therapy for three years, who sat with 'clenched fists', unable to accept 'love', and who left 'transformed'. Kit described her case as an example of Richard Erskine's juxtaposition . Kit distilled juxtaposition as, resisting that which we most want and need. I listened to our dialogue again last night. I was struck by his tone of voice, and the pauses in the transmission. I felt as if he wanted me to feel the impact through his narrative, so I would feel as he had felt. He wanted me to believe? Well there is a bit more to it, what I heard and saw was that as he spoke he embodied the respectful awe that his chosen process ...