Always been keen on brainwork. Not routine stuff, but . . .
working at extending the reality map, busily comparing perspectives.
A significant talent, denoted by my nom de Guerre – the Cruxx
Innovation is my chief contribution to the society that supports my existence,
a society which, for a few years now, has been considerate enough
to leave me undisturbed by unreasonable demands.
And I have thrived in a solitude and absence of Boss.
Strangely underValued is Innovation.
inEvitably, like Gravitation, the insecure inVent implications of inAdequacy
rather than appreciate a fresh perspective.
Especially my GP, who trashed our relationship most Memorably.
Fool that I am, I mistook his upbeat vigour and attentive mask
to indicate that he was, at least subliminally, one-of-us.
A straight shooter, a man of forthright honesty, I thort.
Not so. Dead wrong, Cruxx.
Judging others by yourSelf again, you Fool.
The moment I inadvertently saw my purported “medical history”
the shyte was in flyght . . . ::::: (fan)
Astonished by how he looks down on me.
Out at the far reach of my ability to Empathise – such a demented state of mind.
Now, despite his polished Display of political correctitude, it is certain
that Dr.Jon is yet-another egomaniac, a subtle enemy, a loose cannon.
Plainly, there can be no Trust : not in his goodwill,
nor trust in his ability to read another human being.
The self-flattering opinions that he prizes so highly
are toxic to his client’s self-respect, to individual Self-Reliance.
Opinions that seduce him into a delusion of privilege,
of unEarned superiority to a “self-described” Hermit.
Cunningly concealed by a mask of genial goodwill and attentiveness.
Always a shock, to see exposed a Failure of judgement,
and Shocked me deeply, this one Did.
Triggered a thoRough re-evaluation of self and methods.
How could I have missed a duplicity so profound ?
Surely, the workmanship on his mask far exceeds
the workmanship he brings to the trade of Doctoring.
This man is an enforcer of docile conformity,
the self-betrayal urged upon us by the deadHeart rulers of mankind.
This vigorous-seeming middle-aged man is running on Automatic ! ! !
The doctors’ range-of-attention has been truncated to a checklist
{by faulty training in medical school – unvarying amongst GPs I have encountered}.
Anything outside procedural Efficiency is habitually discarded as irrelevant.
Any refusal to agree is pidginhold as Aggression, as dangerous.
Institutionalised cowardice twists their perception to defensive disRegard.
To this “doctor”, I am not a real human being.
Yet, his colleagues are typically worse - grotesquely inCompetent,
both medically and interPersonally.
To them, I am a pidginhold - defined by trade gossip
carelessly concocted by my previous medical bureaucrat
a holier-than-me Buddhist dreamSter
who during a 7year period as my personal doctor,
“somehow” discarded my real medical history . . .
So, when asked to transfer my medical history, he made one up.
A medical fiction that expresses his ill-concealed contempt for a heretic,
a fiction so insulting that still I shake my head in disbelief.
After witlessly swallowing Dr.Rod’s Camel of doggy-dung,
this experienced doctor of medicine,
managed the corrective information in the worst possible way ;
a full Power Tantrum, with threats, reductio ad absurdum, furious disRegard, and Bombast.
20minutes of frenzied Territorial Domination Display [I kid you not],
over the meaning of 2 sheets of precisely definitive typing.
Must have struck a nerve. [grin]
Oh, life’s been tasty for the Cruxx, alright.
Too tasty for Comfort, many times.
Now, instead of enjoying a few minutes with an educated fellow-traveller,
there is the unAvoidable monthly prescription from a compleate Nut-Case.
3minutes with a censorious, domineering, Merchant in a private Business . . .
in which I am an imbecile Nut to His Case - of projected dissociative complex.
Don’t let the High-Status Pretenders grind you down ! ! !
We each have the potential to be insightful and determined,
the ability to live the attributes of sobriety and strength.
Don't allow the opinions of a stuffed shirt to sabotage your Life.
Tell them nothing, for they use it against your dignity in their minds.
The talk of compassion is a NonSense, a sham, a mask for Self-Pity.
Do not trust the medical bureaucrats that Posture as doctors.
To do so Betrays yourSelf - in their Opinions,
which they express in holier-than-thou Polished Platitudes.
If you Must have an answer, Accept that it will not come from a bureaucrat.
Only the wizard, a tradesman of 2ndAttention, can communicate
what is unThinkable to the quackers of Conformity. Quack. Quack.
Diversity is the Intent of the Creator.
The evidence is stark in biology - an endless abundance of life forms.
Conformity is the antichrist that Afflicts mankind.
The doctors-Union have turned their backs on the Nagual,
Blind to the magic in the Essence of those in pain.
Materialism has shouted-down Mystery and Adventure,
and the Priests-of-medicine Enforce that crippling maDness.
This is why their explanations do not Cure,
why their drugs-of-choice dysGracefully Dull the Awareness.
Doctors are enemies to the 2ndAttention,
enemies to innovation, to enlightenment, to self-worth.
Self-Reliance is Your touchstone of Sanity.
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I love the unSelfConsciousNess of the forest,
the absence of expectations from needy people,
the absence of ridiculous territorial interplay.
Happiness truly is the absence of unHappiness.
. . . Peace for the Cruxx, this maverick mage of Applied Ontology . . .
. . . . personal comfort is accomplished, at last, in the autumn of his madness.