Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer

Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer
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Tuesday, July 25, 2017

The Voice

My friend Raymond, said in his thick Moraccan accent, "The dead?   Who cares about the dead?  They are dead."  I miss my parents.  They were far from perfect and I do not know what really went on in our lives but they are still my parents.  The first time I had experience with channeling, I was in fifth grade.  My gal pal Dawnn and I were playing with a Ouija board.  We spelled for the spirit, or it guided us, "Nobody loves a drinker, June."  My parents were martini drinkers, who wasn't in the sixties and seventies?  My mother was certain that it was her mother talking through us and the Ouija board to give her the business.  After that, my mother started drinking less hard liquor she switched to wine.

I have not touched a Ouija board in many years.  The local psychiatrist's wife, Hortensia Gimenez advised strongly against it.  She was from Latin America, where spirituality is taken very seriously.  I never touched it again, after she gave me her stern warning.

I spoke in a strange unidentified language for three days in 2012.  I do not know if I was slipped a hallucinogen or what.  It came on very fast.  I walked to the intersection of Main and Lakeshore drive and walked in a counterclockwise circle believing that I was removing a racist curse that was on the community.  Perhaps I was just being a mental case.  Since then I have only adopted strange accents which I cannot produce on command.  Luckily, thanks to my "Shut up shot"  I am rational now.

Some people think, if you speak your mind on issues or write them in a public forum blog it is a sign of insanity.  I spent five months practically in solitary social confinement.  That is why when I did get out I was blabbing my mouth off.  No collection of loved ones hovered over to protect me.  They all observed from a distance thinking I would crash and burn and be long term hospitalized.  That did not happen.  What did happen is that a strong woman emerged with a voice about what it is like to have a label of mental illness.  Mental illness is an idea that is to categorize people with think differently than the mainstream.  Society needs non conformists and people who dare to voice their opinion.  It is alright to write about what it is like to suffer with a diagnosis like mine.  It is alright to share how one like myself is treated.  Many of us are locked away unjustly in jail with no voice.  I listened to Bill Moyers on NPR this week talk about the sad state of our prison system, which is used to house the "mentally ill".

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