tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420173096635836108.post7476426046972060612..comments2024-02-11T18:16:53.445-08:00Comments on Janov's Reflections on the Human Condition: The Simple Truth is Revolutionary: Ken Rose on "Life Before Birth". Part 2/6Arthur Janovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16709863014923629409noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420173096635836108.post-73886310781110832132015-09-19T15:49:26.054-07:002015-09-19T15:49:26.054-07:00In light of Gary's contribution I would like t...In light of Gary's contribution I would like to add one. In looking for a movie to watch it's surprising how reviews vary. Some will say: 'there's no point to it', or it's a waste of time. But others will see the jewel of creation and understand what the movie-maker intended.<br />Such was a movie I saw called "The Brownian Movement."<br />In it a female doctor who has a loving husband at home persists in secretive sex with dubious, sometimes physically repulsive characters, risking all. There are hints of feelings of being unworthy and of degradation. It is a compartmentalized section of her life, to her a false reality. When she by chance meets one of her partners outside the love nest she freaks and attacks him. She is mandated to therapy where the psychologist asks what she wants from these men. She answers that she does not want to get into it, it will only make things worse. And you can see in her a well of pain that peers out in a tear; but she chooses to not go there. So she remains disconnected and unresolved and hence, thereafter restless. The betrayed husband feels all the distance between them and states that he doesn't really know her. She responds that she is the same person and that she is there with him; to which he replies that that may not be enough.<br />One reviewer of the movie said he didn't like it because there was no growth in the character, no learning--but that is the point; if there is no connected feeling there cannot be growth.<br /><br />Sherihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03600090931780217359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420173096635836108.post-5442185705730799232015-09-17T04:04:33.505-07:002015-09-17T04:04:33.505-07:00May I stray off topic on this one? Though what I a...May I stray off topic on this one? Though what I am about to say relates to proper child rearing and primal therapy.<br />Last night I watched the 1965 film The Sound of Music. For those unfamiliar with this film, it is based loosely - very loosely - on the true story of the Von Trapp family singers, seven Austrian children in 1920s/30s Salzberg whose mother died during their childhhoods and whose stern miltary father treats them as no more than naval ratings. Enter Maria, a wayward, eccentric nun who instantly bonds with the children and they with her, who, much to the outrage of the father, allows them to play, sing and enjoy themselves freely. She is portrayed as a very warm, kind, caring, understanding governess/mother substitute with an uncanny sense of what the children are feeling and of how to relate to them as friend and protector. Despite being panned by critics as historically inaccurate (Rogers and Hammerstein/Hollywood - enough said), it is an intensely moving film and a brilliant demonstration of how to be a truly loving parent, and it is a crying shame that it has never been given credit for this. I cried my eyes out whilst watching it, and I never intended to. As a child I watched it many times (it is something of a joke in the UK that it is a convenient Xmas TV space filler) yet have no recollection of ever crying or feeling moved, perhaps because I was too young and too "out of it" then to be able to concentrate. <br />If you can leave investigating the remarkable true story of the Von Trapps - who, after Maria and the father marrying, fled Austria in 1938 to escape the NAZIS, and emigrated in America where they pursued a successful singing career - until after watching this film, I can guarantee that this will move you deeply if you are even slightly in touch with your feelings and recommend it highly as a primal film. GaryAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420173096635836108.post-8205809339348708212015-09-16T04:10:37.374-07:002015-09-16T04:10:37.374-07:00Art: Gosh, you just couldn´t wish for a more eloqu...Art: Gosh, you just couldn´t wish for a more eloquent & informed advocate!<br />Any idea of audience numbers or catchment área?<br />This all makes me feel so sad too, because humanity just goes on blindly perpetuating the same mistakes year after year, decade after decade, when the evidence surrounds them in the form of depression, lethargy, impatience, high blood pressure and a thousand other things of what womb and birth trauma actually do.<br />Who amongst those nurses presnt at delivery would ever suspect that the Doctor´s lateness in arriving is due to his own birth, and that he is probably about to inflict lifelong trauma on that baby? GaryAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420173096635836108.post-52720895361631191902015-09-15T23:12:08.359-07:002015-09-15T23:12:08.359-07:00Hi,
I am reminded of the 'chair exercise'...Hi,<br /><br />I am reminded of the 'chair exercise' from old counseling days. It's three handed and the benefits are to the third person. We, listening to this conversation benefit as observers of the dialectic in discussion. . .<br />If you think about it, this is what we needed to 'observe' as little ones. . . Our TWO parents in constructive discourse. . . Helping to tell US how it is, by default through THEIR cooperative and collaborative activity. . . <br /><br />Paul G. Paulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02006514330039884557noreply@blogger.com