This poem I wrote over the last several years, editing it slowly.

I hope you enjoy it and learn something from it!

It is about my experience of schizophrenia and what I feel like inside myself: like a beautiful bird who could be flying but whose spirit is trapped in a cage.

I don't feel like I'm trapped now, except in the society which I mention in the poem. But I'm an activist and a writer, so I have ways to the means with which to interact with that society, hopefully changing it for the better!!

Without further ado, here is the poem:  Read More

Sometimes in epistemology class last semester, I had a feeling that if one earnestly and sincerely bears witness thru-out time to the philsopher's arguments, poet's conveyances, artist's renditions, mystic's visions, shaman's discussions, psychologist's advice, scientist's questions, and in abstract, the being's expressions, and if that one who witnesses these does so intelligently, articulately, and charitably, then that one will invariably develop a strong assumption that 'reality itself' was housed in form of diversely avid communicators posing that one a proposition most deeply interesting and pertinent, to describe moderately....  Read More

I often wonder how common my experience is to that of others. On NCN, I have found more in common with you than I would with people who attend roudy pubs, war or corporate planning rooms, sport hunts, or the shopping mall.

And I've also gone on to question how common my experience is to that of the others solely within this network. I see a common ground we share that is the intention of creating peace, truth, and life, and I appreciate you...  Read More

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"where does one go from here?
what are our sailing orders?
by what azimuth do we set course?
what are the landmarks?
the perils? the methods? the clues?

fortunate the wayfarer who is briefed
by those rare pioneers who chart
the uncharted
who brave the depths & spaces of being
&
offer future generations
the topology of internal states
& further spheres"

-from his book "Toward the One," Pir Vilayat Khan, one considered a Sufi master by many: 'one who understood and continued to love,' perhaps... .) Same for quote in suject.

"Lime and limpid green, a second scene
A fight between the blue you once knew.
Floating down, the sound resounds
Around the icy waters underground.
Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda and Titania.
Neptune, Titan, Stars can frighten.

Blinding signs flap,
Flicker, flicker, flicker blam. Pow, pow.
Stairway scare Dan dare who's there?
Lime and limpid green, the sounds surronds
The icy waters under
Lime and limpid green, the sounds surronds
The icy waters underground."

- from Syd Barrett for Pink Floyd's Astronomy Domine
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symbiophrenia - the process and subject encountered during an acclimatization or accomodation, any integrative adaptation, to meaningful communication and perception beyond the parameters and framework of presently foreseeable understanding.

y incurs x - y renders x as actual, or y creates occurence of x.
as in "I incur charges."

hence, an instance of symbiophrenic incursion would be an actuality of exposure to course-altering meaning punctuated by novel awareness and decision.


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