while I was at the hospital in Reading on the Tower Unit, the Kent Girl’s School was cheering me on. At least, this was what I had in my head that helped me survive.
in 2017 (?), my son went to jail. It was very unfair.
a girlfriend had taken advantage of him. This is his story and I am not going to tell it.
but I did see that, just as I was still, in a real way, out on that freezing cold slope in the woods and there was a fox or something after me; in the same sense he wasn’t really free from the 2 different prisons they had him in for 6 months total. Just like, 35 years later! I wasn’t out of Wernersville State hospital in my head. Maybe that’s why that happened to him. Maybe that’s what everything is about. I saw that I had to free myself and Ian from all those bad trips and there is a purpose in things.
when he was in the prison in Allentown I was in an extended acute care unit preactically around the corner. My mother had blocked me from him I won’t go into the details but I did get to see him twice. When he first went in I had to horrifying images one night and then the next, of being locked down and out:
solitary confinement
the first time the image hit me like a terrifying jolt. The second time it was smoother but still threatening.
I just knew I had lost my son for a while and there was nothing I could to about it. I was in a horrifying situation myself.
so I had a therapist/ psychiatrist a long time ago who used the image of a prism to explain psychotherapy, and I mentioned that analogy when I got out of a hospital. He thought I was saying “prison” and no matter how many times I said it, he didn’t get it.
so, on the Tower Unit I was reasonably close to the Prison in Berks County. It’s hard to remember all of this but from somewhere I was getting messag3s 4hst ut was really4awful at the betas county prison and I asked the Kent School Girls to pray for those poor kids because Kent School men and women do things like that. I had a sense of being supported from my 9ld friends there, maybe just in some subliminal way, i dont know how this works. OF COURSE I was praying like crazy myself and discerning a course to imitate St. Mary Magdelan.
so I said let’s give the all prisms! Pretty silly of course but I was on a psych ward, I can’t remember the chain if circumstances but then I though, black men and women, hiw about black prisms:
Now I remember, it was about funding for psychoanalysis and education for those poor men and women. Like the prism was supposed to mean.
anyway things went on and on like that. I just couldn’t stop talking!
so I drew pictures.
now I am here, back to the block trying to figure out, what?
how to pick up from eheSTOP: that was the LORD saying let HIM do it.
Un.Bon.Mot 