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Re: poem ... Feet of Clay in Steel-Toed Boots, 199

Posted by Jai Narayan on August 10, 2004, at 8:49:08

In reply to Re: poem ... Feet of Clay in Steel-Toed Boots, 199 » Jai Narayan, posted by Atticus on August 9, 2004, at 21:45:49

Dear Feat of Clay,

I had a dream the other night about losing my mind. My apartment was cluttered to the point of disturbing me (which is a feat, I will do anything other than clean). Small objects were flying at me visually. I could feel the emotional ground within me moving and swaying. Everything had a yellow/golden hue.
I began to cry uncontrollably. I went to my partner and asked him to help me. He didn't understand. I called a sister, she wasn't home. I went to a friend she didn't have any compassion. I was sobbing and realized the only person who could understand was my dead mother.

I woke up feeling so out of sorts that I stayed home and did very little.
That dream is an awakening for me. A great flood of compassion for all who struggle directly with mental illness. Up to this point I had only been a witness to my mother and sisters illness.

Jai Narayan Empath of Atlantis


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