“They called him ‘the wounded healer’ and wondered why he could not heal himself.”
“…and wondered why he could not heal himself.”
I have no doubt that among the newage, anti-psychiatry movement and Jungians, Chiron would have been mocked and ostracized.
“Those who passed by hurled insults at him, shaking their heads and saying, ‘You who are going to destroy the temple and build it in three days, save yourself! Come down from the cross, if you are the Son of God!’ In the same way the chief priests, the teachers of the law and the elders mocked him. ‘He saved others,’ they said, ‘but he can’t save himself! He’s the king of Israel! Let him come down now from the cross, and we will believe in him.’”—Matthew 27:39-42
You mocked me in my pain. You abandoned me.
You are nothing but a group of Pharisees to me and you know who you are.
Enlightened my ass.
Hippocratic Oath (Modern Version):
“I SWEAR in the presence of the Almighty and before my family, my teachers and my peers that according to my ability and judgment I will keep this Oath and Stipulation.
TO RECKON all who have taught me this art equally dear to me as my parents and in the same spirit and dedication to impart a knowledge of the art of medicine to others. I will continue with diligence to keep abreast of advances in medicine. I will treat without exception all who seek my ministrations, so long as the treatment of others is not compromised thereby, and I will seek the counsel of particularly skilled physicians where indicated for the benefit of my patient.
I WILL FOLLOW that method of treatment which according to my ability and judgment, I consider for the benefit of my patient and abstain from whatever is harmful or mischievous. I will neither prescribe nor administer a lethal dose of medicine to any patient even if asked nor counsel any such thing nor perform the utmost respect for every human life from fertilization to natural death and reject abortion that deliberately takes a unique human life.
WITH PURITY, HOLINESS AND BENEFICENCE I will pass my life and practice my art. Except for the prudent correction of an imminent danger, I will neither treat any patient nor carry out any research on any human being without the valid informed consent of the subject or the appropriate legal protector thereof, understanding that research must have as its purpose the furtherance of the health of that individual. Into whatever patient setting I enter, I will go for the benefit of the sick and will abstain from every voluntary act of mischief or corruption and further from the seduction of any patient.
WHATEVER IN CONNECTION with my professional practice or not in connection with it I may see or hear in the lives of my patients which ought not be spoken abroad, I will not divulge, reckoning that all such should be kept secret.
WHILE I CONTINUE to keep this Oath unviolated may it be granted to me to enjoy life and the practice of the art and science of medicine with the blessing of the Almighty and respected by my peers and society, but should I trespass and violate this Oath, may the reverse by my lot.”
Basic Tarot Meaning
“With Mars as its ruling planet, the Tower is a card about war, a war between the structures of lies and the lightning flash of truth. This is a card about anything we believe to be true, but later learn is false. This realization usually comes as a shock, hence, the violent image. It is, quite simply, that moment in any story where someone finds out a shocking truth, one that shatters their perceptions and makes them reassess their beliefs.
When the Querent gets this card, they can expect to be shaken up, blinded by a revelation. It sometimes takes a very bright flash of light to reveal a truth that was so well hidden. And it sometimes takes an earthquake to bring down beliefs that were so cleverly constructed. What’s most important to remember is that the tearing down of this structure, however painful, allows us to find out what is true and reliable. What will stand rather than fall apart.”
I had a lot of anger to heal. I was dying. I was literally dying. The schizophrenia had overcome me and I was collapsing. What I needed was what all people at the end stages of life need—silent attention. But I was met with something else.
I was met with varying opinions, unsolicited advice and fragment upon fragment of the work of Jung, Laing and Perry. I liken it to having cancer and being given the chemical make-up of Kyprolis and being told to go and cure Multiple Myeloma myself without the assistance of chemists or a lab.
But they didn’t know. And their lack of knowledge wasted my valuable time.
My advice to them is, next time, shut up and listen. And if you can’t do that then fuck off.
“What makes for a good death? In Mortally Wounded, a bestseller in Ireland, where it was first published, Dr. Michael Kearney reflects on his personal experiences working with the dying and shows us that it is possible to learn to die well. Starting from the premise that our fear of death is as much a cultural construct as an ancient fear of the dark, Kearney moves into the area in which it is possible to die well or “in one piece, psychologically speaking.” Exploring some of the same territory as James Hillman and Thomas Moore, Kearney emphasizes the importance of going downward into soul, where we can find the elements of psychological wholeness, a healing balm to be applied to our mortal wound. Sensitive, intelligent, and brutally honest, Kearney opens a window on our darkest, most difficult subject, and lets some light in.”
I know what I am.
Somewhere inside of myself, I know what I am. And within me is the process. It is a process not understood by Jung or Laing or Perry or the like.
Great guys I’m sure but I am the “schizophrenic.” And it is time for the schizophrenic to know his own process and shamanic method.
Damn the books and the lectures by the people who don’t understand. Damn the hospitals for gathering us to feedings of pills where we resemble pigeons in Central Park at meal time.
Damn the doctors for spending all of ten minutes with us before providing prescription after prescription of medications that don’t stop voices.
Damn the new age for thinking they can become a shaman through a weekend in a sweatlodge and a crisp certificate and then mocking the likes of my kind for needing years to do the real thing.
Damn this world for forgetting about us.