A Schizophrenic’S Notes
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In this book, A Schizophrenics Notes, I often write about inner space, and the risks inherent to connecting with others, or of failing to connect with others, with our inner space. As much as I would have liked to have given the reader a handle or steering wheel to hold on to, that didnt happen. I certainly dont have a handle. One of my favorite lines in my writing is a Buddhist one, The way that can be described isnt the Way.
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A Schizophrenic’S Notes - Thomas Griffith
Copyright © 2012 by Thomas Griffith.
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Contents
Systems
Stages of Consciousness Realms of Self & Vacuum
Stages of Growth
Quartettes of Evolving Magnitude
Dualities
Contrasting Wavelengths
Animals
The meek
Seagulls morphing into Cosmic Consciousness
Family fall out morphing into amazing animals
Black flowers or Taking care of number 273
Symphony Match Seller
Turning the corner
Evolution and creationism
The heart
Music
The lyricist’s credo
Sex and the psyche
The Shadow knows
Supply and demand
Personality
Being labeled the word you
Atmospheric Equilibrium
Are you experienced?
Brinksmanship
Chip away at the stone
Self among others
Alone
Paying out dues
Please allow me to introduce myself
Nothing’s Happening
Nothingness
Hellfire
Status in Darkness
No Man is an Island
Span the gap
Aftercare
Stage fright or Braking the ice
Forging a Path
Bomb Children
Infant Sorrow
Got to get down to it
Children of the lie
The captive
Child abduction/rape/murder
Something’s Wrong
Selflessness vs. terrorism
Outside the box
A broken mirror
The End
Quality assurance or Aptitude test
Grandfather Fire
Systems
Stages of Consciousness Realms of Self & Vacuum
(With drugs, games and trips some semblance of inner space is maintained. Work walks the fine line of how much we are ready, willing and able to give, get real, reach out and let go. When we are a control freak, or cop out or have a dark side we really have let ourselves go and are messing up like clockwork. The body, appetites and senses are total departures from inner space.)
Stages of Growth
Quartettes of Evolving Magnitude
Dualities
Contrasting Wavelengths
Animals
The meek
1
My father told me
when he was young
flocks of doves
flew in the sky.
He went on to say,
you could walk over to them
and pick them up
when they were on the ground.
There are no more doves,
but pigeons are similar.
The reason there aren’t doves around anymore
is because they were gathered off the ground
and killed and eaten.
It’s like alcoholics say, easy does it.
2
Pigeons are scavengers
on dirty city streets and environs.
They are hosts to many deceases.
If they were eaten
they would cause sickness and maybe death.
They must have very well developed immune systems.
I believe that attribute is the flip side
of the stress they must feel
from courting danger the way they do.
I’m scared to walk my city’s streets.
I am proud that I listen to my fears
because I believe that is the basis of survival.
But if pigeons can walk the streets,
then I should be able to too.
We could learn a lot from animals.
I don’t believe they are idle props or worthless mechanisms,
or are the bazaar creation of some capricious creator,
and are at our disposal, for us to do with as we please.
I believe animals are evidence of
the transcendental nature of intelligent design,
without which nothing would last.
3
I don’t imagine the meek have no fear.
I imagine they exists in inner space
which is a mysterious struggle
beyond time and form.
And that they view their environs
as being totally out of their control.
They do the best they can,
and realize that beyond that
they are powerless.
I believe the meek don’t want a world to start
where we are the random
victims or beneficiaries of
pain and suffering.
I.e. your loss will be my gain,
and visa-versa.
Seesaws are in playgrounds for children.
I.e. you go up, while they go down, or visa-versa.
The meek’s existence is harder than it has to be
but it also promises to be more rewarding,
although they don’t hold their breath
waiting for it to come to them.
They paved a road in gold
to keep the dream alive,
and thereby keeping the inert nightmare
from engulfing the universe.
Seagulls morphing into Cosmic Consciousness
Part One
1
I live in an efficiency apartment
on the 10th floor.
I have a balcony, but not a bed room.
Below my balcony are streetlights and parking lot lights.
I live very near the ocean.
There are lots of seagulls.
Seagulls have been living on the shore
for millions of years.
The seagulls roost on the lights.
They are safe from people and cars there.
Seagulls bump others seagulls off the tops of streetlights
in some sort of ego-dominance game
that they play all day.
An airborne seagull will swoop down
on a roosting seagull and bump it off the streetlight.
Physical contact is never made.
One departs as the other arrives.
The incoming seagull always wins.
There is never any contest.
The incoming seagull clearly and powerfully has the momentum on his/her side
and would easily knock the roosting one off if it were to stay.
The roosting seagull never puts up a fight,
but always takes to flight,
and gives up its place on the streetlight
as easy as a-b-c, 1-2-3.
Actually, on very rare occasions
the roosting seagull holds his or her ground.
I imagine the winner feels quite proud.
I imagine the loser feels quite diminished in stature,
and is left to wonder what went wrong.
2
Choosing flight over fight
is a smart choice.
We all are easy to kill.
I’d rather be
a live chicken
than a dead duck.
3
I feel sorry for animals.
They don’t have food, clothing or shelter.
They don’t get close, care or love.
They die alone beyond the outskirts of infinity.
We hate to be treated like animals.
4
There is one seagull in particular
who often sits on the streetlight closest to my balcony.
It doesn’t make the boisterous and robust calls which characterizes seagulls.
It constantly makes very plaintive and anguished sounds,
high pitched and sharp, brief, but over and over.
I have come to the conclusion it is having a particularly bad trip.
I listen to it. I try to feel for it. It makes me wax sad and wise.
If everything felt that way
no one would bother to come to be alive,
much less try to love.
But it is a necessary, if not unexpendable way of life.
If animals can cope with what they have been given,
then so should we.
I wrote the preceding verse almost a year ago, in the fall.
I have listened to that seagull cry for the whole time since.
I don’t know how to reach it to comfort it.
This crying seagull has come to try
to get other seagulls involved
in its bad trip.
I will approach others, making its cry.
Others seem interested in it for a moment,
and then turn away.
Then the crying seagull repositions itself
so the other has to face it.
Others seem to have acquired sympathetic vibrations with it
but don’t want to get
too deep, cosmic, pure or weird with it.
They don’t fight it or laugh at it,
but they clearly try to get away.
In the last month or so,
there is another seagull
who occasionally tries to join in and harmonize
with the crying seagull.
They cry together.
It doesn’t last long,
but I am glad the seagull has found a friend.
This seagull seems to have established itself
as a distinct personality or case
in the eyes of the other seagulls.
5
I have noticed the seagulls have sex a few times.
The males squawk and flap their wings in euphoria.
A few months ago I noticed a couple of seagulls
make a daily habit of sex.
The male would really get into it,
squawking and flapping his wings.
Then I began to notice that later on,
the female seagull of the couple
tries to get in the male’s face,
and to make it receptive to her perspective.
The male turns away from the female,
and the female repositions itself
in the male’s face.
This scenario would last quite a while.
But this relationship is all over.
The couple has broken up
and gone their separate ways.
Part 2
1
The Earth is for the relatively few
who’ve chosen the less traveled path.
Infinity is big.
There are an infinity of universes the size of ours.
Mathematicians realize no number can express infinity.
They postulate than knowing the highest prime number
would give us an inkling as to the magnitude of infinity.
The highest known prime number has 12 million digits.
It would take a 20 volume encyclopedia to write it out.
Considering that we can’t begin to wrap our minds around infinity,
it is safe to say that considering the size of infinity,
that a very small percentage of it find their way to a place like Earth.
So we have to understand that life on Earth is a treasured privilege
and isn’t an attic filled with toys to be played with, broken, and thrown away.
Rather it is an rare and golden opportunity to experience
the spiritual and the beautiful as being necessary to all of our survival
and not as subjects to be studied in text books.
2
Further, we should appreciate if not worship the way
the sacred has met the challenges of fate
and made them endurable here.
Faith and grief are of the essence. A selfless passion
to reach the other side and be like a light in the darkness there.
We are not born with the capacity to be those ways.
They are like making time go backwards.
There is no success, the crisis always has been, is, and will be.
Fate is infinite.
And infinity is eternal.
The Earth spans the gap
between fate and eternity.
It is hard to feel humbled enough
in regard to the Earth.
To be without the Earth would be unspeakably tragic.
The Earth means everything to us.
We should till the soil
and tend the fire.
It is hard to hope we’ll ever be worthy of the Earth.
3
Animals have it harder than it has to be,
because we have to figure existence out on our own,
or the truth and reality won’t stick to us
like the fat that sticks to our own bones.
Experience is the best teacher.
Reality is that we can only take what we make.
The truth is that it is the nature of free will
to take an awful lot more than we make.
The two ends come a far cry from meeting each other.
So we need to intervene in the ensuing crisises.
The animals’ survival mode shows us the way
to get down to the bottom and stay there.
But only we have the intelligence to get the job done
and the willpower to persevere in the struggle and mystery
of putting the broken pieces back together.
We can’t be shallow, stupid and lazy.
4
They say, you can’t get to Heaven by doing good works.
When I die, I want to go where
the people got there
by doing good works.
They say, you can only get to Heaven by admitting you don’t deserve it.
When I die, I want to go where
the people got there
because they deserve it.
Family fall out morphing
into amazing animals
Part One
1
I am very estranged from my family,
as are most mental patents.
And ultimately the fact is, I would rather be
in a state psychiatric hospital than with them,
which is why I accepted being sent
to such a place to endure my episodes of temporality.
It is hard to make that change
when life and love turn cold and strange.
2
When I was a child my mother used to point out
in Brueghel’s painting of the Fall of Icarus
how no one noticed his demise, when he crashed into the sea.
His fall into the sea came on the heels of his delusions of grandeur
that he was going to fly to the Sun,
when the wax he used in the wings he made to fly there with melted,
because he didn’t take into account that
the Sun’s heat would increase as he approached it.
So when his wings failed he became helpless
in the face of the Earth’s gravity.
He fell to his death.
My mother told me then,
that was the kind of scenario that was going to play itself out for me when I grew up.
My mother particularly noted to me,
that there was a farmer in the foreground of the painting,
and a ship in the vicinity of where Icarus’ landed in the sea,
neither of which noticed Icarus’ plight,
and if they did, they weren’t moved to intervene.
The painting depicts a rather complex set of ideas
which deserve to be intelligently discussed and learned from,
rather than to be treated as black humor or fear mongering.
3
I have never confronted my loved ones
with what they have done to me that hurt me and let me down.
In a way I am frightened they’d just might