Happy Birthday! I wanted to tell you that your therapy saved my life. I found the book Prisoners of Pain eight years ago by accident and, by the time I read the first 20 pages, I knew this was the therapy for me. I think you are more brilliant than Freud and every other psychologist out there. Years ago, when I was broke, the foundation covered a second trip out for me and that was the most generous gift I have ever received, where no one asked anything in return. I know that you and your therapy have saved so many lives and will save so many more. You have spent a life so well-lived and have made an immeasurable impact on this world. Your name will live on forever and I think, someday, everyone will come to know the importance of expressing feelings in order to move toward a happy life. Thank you for giving me a place to cry, for my past pains, for the first time, at 36 years of age. I am now 43 and my life has improved in so many ways because of your therapy. I tell everyone about it and always will -- how you saved my life.
Wishing you many more wonderful and prolific years to come!
Sincerely,
M.P
M.P.
ReplyDeleteI have learned a lot from reading what Art has to say. To me, it "the word" must get out. As said, Dr. Janov saves lives; "Normal" people who have connections many times just cannot conceive of people out there needing Dr. Janov, They cannot understand what people have to go through, even though we try to "cover" and make like we are normal also. How one can help one's mind is important; good mental health. Even if one tries the best they can, deep down, they know that Primal Therapy is the ultimate , lasting cure.
I agree but I am afraid I cannot do it all. And I wouldn’t know how to begin. That is for all of you. Thanks a lot art
DeleteHi coastbeach7,
DeleteI'm really not sure that the "Normal" people you refer to have as many connections as you think or are as 'normal' as they appear. . .
I mean, these so called 'normals' would understand how terrifying neurosis is for us sufferers if they were 'normal'. Normal people have genuine empathy and when confronted with suffering would not generate in us neurotics the desire to 'cover up' and 'pretend' to be 'normal'.
This is the double bind that certain types unconsciously 'milk' for their of satisfaction'.
I feel this is an important point that cannot be overstated. Whilst one's gates remain intact and pain does not burst up and through, appearances are all. . . Also, if you really look and ponder (an ability even us neurotics can develop) you can see these so called 'normals' have subtle (or not so subtle) act outs just as do we. Usually they appear as 'aversions'. IE: it's not what they do, but what they don't do.
Forgive me for being pedantic.
Paul G.
Hi,
DeleteAnother rap:
It's called: "The 19th".
-Well the 19th has been and gone,
and those in power
have sung their song.
I offered a flower,
and my gong I did sound,
but all I could be was wrong, wrong, wrong.
Around and around
they did merrily go,
no matter how well
the truth I did show;
for me they could only offer more hell
and so. . . . and so. . . and so. . .
"Do you feel better"?
she asked with a smile,
but I just let her bask
In the light of her own guile.
She knows of course,
she has ALL the power,
So my flower I put back
with the hilt of my sword,
In case it did wilt,
along with my word. . .
I reached for the door
to let myself out,
"Will you let your son know-
what it's all about"?
I turned to her parting shot:
"Tell him yourself-,
It's all your conclusions"-
(Furthermore, I thought,
"It's all your illusions"). . .
Reminded again,
of that "deja vue"
Whilst she explained the LAW,
about:
"What she can't do"-
I was reminded of that trick
to use a third party,
to get want you want,
to make you feel hearty. . .
"I've got one over you. . .
You're powerless in my grip,
There's nothing you can do". . .
"I'll trip you if you try. . .
I'll make you cry, cry, cry. . .
and when I'm done,
I'll spit you out
and there you'll lie, lie, lie".
But my flower is with my hilt,
and my truth will not wilt,
Nor will my word hide but fly
from my lips till I die.
I will tell it how it is,
despite the lies of those in power,
and my flower will grow and blossom
On that bower of the tree,
that will ultimately, set us all free.
Paul G