02-20-2010, 02:44 PM
Turtle, thanks for the encouragement.
Peregrinus, I don't think he'd last long on the streets. Here is what I imagine would be best.
Get the dogs to a loving home that can take care of them.
Get good medical and mental health care so his brain chemistry is stabilized.
Get into a sober living household so he can learn to be responsible for himself. His mother has picked up after him most of his life and I think he doesn't know how to cook. I know he doesn't know how to handle money.
Or, have his own studio apartment or motorhome, and someone who randomly checks in a couple of times a week to see how he's doing.
Between sober living and something like a couple of 12 step meetings each week, start a journey of sobriety in community.
He liked that I respected his interpretation of his vision. As I see it, the problem is not the particular drugs he took, but his desperate desire to not have feelings or connection to the reality of his life.
I think he truly wants to choose a way to be of service to others. But he is clueless about how to do that.
He has an interest in a professional training program that would take a few months and get him into a steady job helping people. But he's got to get sober and balanced first. What good would be classes he skips out on?
I think with the massive drug misuse, he's opened the door to powerful negative spiritual forces who want to make him their next trophy. He also might have projected the brainstem's lizard-like survival fears as outside forces. Who knows? Certainly everything about the "mindset and setting" of his bad trips wouldn't meet Leary's criteria for respectful use of entheogenic.
The hurt little boy who wonders if Daddy abandoned him at 5 for not being good enough has a few tears left to cry. Once that pain's released, I think he's not going to try to be his own shaman any more.
He wanted to trust me as his guide, but I told him I can't take on that obligation now. Once he's out of the house, I could only be available now as a friend who has a conversation with him every week or so.
If he gets chances like this - which I think his family will help make possible - and then blows it, yeah, he's on his own.
It's amazing timing that Kristy's situation came up recently (including Blade8r's description of how his Dad taught responsibility). And that the rock stars were gone. And that the landlady was gone. And that I was sick earlier in the day, so I had to skip an invitation with friends for the evening. And that for some strange reason, I couldn't go to sleep myself. As my partner likes to say of the "spiritual posse's chess game:" "Good work, guys."
Peregrinus, I don't think he'd last long on the streets. Here is what I imagine would be best.
Get the dogs to a loving home that can take care of them.
Get good medical and mental health care so his brain chemistry is stabilized.
Get into a sober living household so he can learn to be responsible for himself. His mother has picked up after him most of his life and I think he doesn't know how to cook. I know he doesn't know how to handle money.
Or, have his own studio apartment or motorhome, and someone who randomly checks in a couple of times a week to see how he's doing.
Between sober living and something like a couple of 12 step meetings each week, start a journey of sobriety in community.
He liked that I respected his interpretation of his vision. As I see it, the problem is not the particular drugs he took, but his desperate desire to not have feelings or connection to the reality of his life.
I think he truly wants to choose a way to be of service to others. But he is clueless about how to do that.
He has an interest in a professional training program that would take a few months and get him into a steady job helping people. But he's got to get sober and balanced first. What good would be classes he skips out on?
I think with the massive drug misuse, he's opened the door to powerful negative spiritual forces who want to make him their next trophy. He also might have projected the brainstem's lizard-like survival fears as outside forces. Who knows? Certainly everything about the "mindset and setting" of his bad trips wouldn't meet Leary's criteria for respectful use of entheogenic.
The hurt little boy who wonders if Daddy abandoned him at 5 for not being good enough has a few tears left to cry. Once that pain's released, I think he's not going to try to be his own shaman any more.
He wanted to trust me as his guide, but I told him I can't take on that obligation now. Once he's out of the house, I could only be available now as a friend who has a conversation with him every week or so.
If he gets chances like this - which I think his family will help make possible - and then blows it, yeah, he's on his own.
It's amazing timing that Kristy's situation came up recently (including Blade8r's description of how his Dad taught responsibility). And that the rock stars were gone. And that the landlady was gone. And that I was sick earlier in the day, so I had to skip an invitation with friends for the evening. And that for some strange reason, I couldn't go to sleep myself. As my partner likes to say of the "spiritual posse's chess game:" "Good work, guys."