Why Marsha is a Communist and I'm Not

Perhaps some who read here might be perplexed by the way I compare mindfulness to Communism. I am tired, but I will attempt to explain. Have a cup of coffee and try to keep up, won't you? :-) Communism seeks to eliminate classism in the belief that this will lead to greater individual freedom and also to equality. Well, it first takes away a substantial portion of both freedom AND motivation in the quest to provide equality and simplicity, while denying that it does so. Who said that human existence is so simple? A simpleton, that's who. Someone who was dissociated from human nature. Someone like Marsha Linehan, creator of DBT non-therapy, which perverts the concept of mindfulness in the way that humans cannot help but do. Some of us are able to grasp this and others (Marsha) are not. That's just the way things are.

It's a rough comparison, but consider this example: A family of cave-people find themselves almost out of food in the middle of winter. There are old people, small children, care-takers and hunters in this little tribe. Ideally they would all share the last portion of food in some fashion that seemed equal and fair, right? They won't if they are in touch with the reality of their situation and its implications for their continued survival. If they are in touch with their true nature, then the hunters will get the lion's share of the remaining food because they need it to have the strength to go out and kill more food to ensure the survival of all. And then they will come home and share the food. Because that's what they do. It is their role and in fulfilling their role they provide energy for the others to fulfill their roles as well and this is how they make sure the children of their tribe reach adulthood. Not all people are equal for the purposes of food distribution in this example. Some might say, "We are not cave-people." My answer to that would be, "Sometimes we are unless we are dissociated from our natural reality." That's the way it is with emotions and their honest expression, too. I must say, the IDEAL behind Communism is a noble one, but I think anyone who is not cognitively impaired can see the pitfalls in practice just by having knowledge of history and by looking around. It is easy for us to stomach seeing this because the problems with Communism are not about our own experience, they simply highlight the failure of those other people. You know - the ones who are NOT us. This is very much like mindfulness when you consider it in practice. No one who practices mindfulness seems to know the true difference between being aware of something and having true and full conscious possession of it and all that it implies. Mindfulness allows awareness, but not the kind of true ownership that would inspire meaningful engagement. Kind of like being aware of a dangerous hurricane and not evacuating, being aware that a spouse is being abusive and not laying down a meaningful ultimatum and being able to participate with feeling in its result, you follow?

Have I lost you yet? Here is where mindfulness in practice comes in. It is supposedly about noticing (being aware) of everything. It's a (phony) 'balancing act', get it? Just because you are being raped does not mean that you can't notice the lovely sound of birds chirping just outside your window. Because all things should be noticed. They are equal. This, for anyone who has all eight cylinders firing, is an obvious example of dissociating from reality. Thank you, but no. Been there, done that, and wore the T-shirt until it started to stink. When I am forced to relive some awful dissociated occurrence from the past (because all I could remember about it was the chirping birds), I DON'T GIVE ONE FUCK ABOUT THE GODDAMN BIRDS. THEY CAN ALL DIE FOR ALL I CARE. 'Grounding' pisses me off. And no. I will NOT notice the stupid fucking candle I lighted while I am suffering a rape, and I will shove that candle straight up the ass of any therapist who tells me to notice it. Such a dumbass can pucker up and kiss my cunt. I'm honest like that. Because at that moment, the birds and the goddamn candle are simply not as important as what is happening to me. And fuck you if you think I shouldn't scream or cry about it. Fuck you if you think I am defective for not going back to work fixing up a rental house ONE FUCKING WEEK later. Just fuck you. You're a moron and I can't fix you. Because I'm busy with the brave hunters who went out looking for the truth so they could bring home honesty, reality and healing to the rest of the tribe. Thanks for being an asswipe and assaulting them when they were mauled by a fucking bear. Dickhead.

For anyone who is a fan of mindfulness - go to your mindful therapist with a memory and the truly raw emotions that you never experienced previously due to whatever level of dissociation that was necessary for your survival at the time. Go ahead and blame the perp for whatever he/ she did to you. Yes, that's right - I said BLAME (*gasp*!). Go ahead. Rage, cry, scream and have a fit. Do it. Have the natural human response to something that you can now fully remember and OWN IN ITS TOTALITY. I dare you. Do it and then we can chat. And if, after you do this, you would like me to come shove a candle or a mindfully peeled orange up the ass of your new abuser (your therapist), just drop Rambo a line.