I believe you need to surrender the process to your Spirit, release resistance, allow yourself to come into alignment with your divine blueprint, and trust your internal wisdom to take over and inspire you to want the things that are healthy for you.  via Julia.

Whom I take to be a fucking lunatic, in that way so many women are, or try to be. Taking one side of female nature to the extreme and beyond: sweetness of heart, optimism, hopefulness.
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Writhe Safely This is what they wanted, evident, by age eight, the people perpetrating on me attack my body, and it hurts but I can ignore that since what they’re after is my mind, my soul, my freedom, pleasure, my sense of ease and security, my pride, my delight. I’ll tell you how I knew this: My actions had no impact on them. Their treatment of me was inner directed, random, their demands of me non-specific or inconsistent, they didn’t want me to do anything better, didn’t want me to be good, to improve, to behave … It wasn’t about that. I’m still learning, it wasn’t about me. Their only goal was the complete breaking down of personality. They needed me to think and feel and become something else, something ugly, corrosive and corrupt, a mirror. They wanted to watch this version of me take form, they wanted to be the ones who caused the transformation and wanted to be known by me as the ones who caused it. Read the rest of this entry »

The problem with the New Age folks—and you don’t need me to tell you they are a problem, do you?—well, pick an analogy, they are thick on the ground like spoiling fruit:

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“Well, sorry,” says Scoble, “The shine is wearing off. Screw you Apple.”

Yeah well screw you, Scoble, for making such an immature spectacle of yourself. What a fine example for all the other spoiled babies out there, and I do suggest you return your machine immediately. Obviously, Apple played a cruel joke upon you. Leopard upgrade problems? They have got their nerve.

I mean, this is how it works, isn’t it? OS X? Piece a cake. MacBook? Simple as pie. I’m telling you, if it doesn’t work without your having to think a single thought, take the fucker back..

Look at what happened to Scoble when he installed Leopard—he must be some kind of smart guy, right?—he hit Restart fifty times, and the piece of crap didn’t work.

Scoble. Idiots everywhere: If you had a fine driving machine, a Porsche, say, that developed problems, would you turn the key fifty times?

Or does this behavior indicate a deep fissure in the adult personality.

At what age do normal children learn that beating on a toy doesn’t help. At what age are they able to anticipate complexity. Handle the postponement of gratification. Be responsible that there is something more to learn, even eagerly apply themselves.

Scoble’s fit had nothing to do with Apple, and everything to do with the way a character-disordered man always and without exception blames the Other; no narcissist has ever been mistaken in the history of mankind.

What’s worse though, really, is the way the guy imagines that his tantrums are somehow instructive, even refreshing to the rest of us.

I leave it to you. Child-men—and their numbers are legion—can say anything. Observe instead the meta-language of behavior, of attitude and action. As Gertrude Stein so famously said, if it quacks like a narcissist …

“Worse yet, you’ve also scobled it, which is California slang meaning ‘to declare something obvious, and then to announce your own genius in a self-congratulatory tone.’ ”— FSJ

There is not narcissism and non-narcissism; there are narcissisms that are more or less comprehensive, generous, open, extended. What is called non-narcissism is in general but the economy of a much more welcoming, hospitable narcissism, one that is much more open to the experience of the other as other. I believe that without a movement of narcissistic reappropriation, the relation to the other would be absolutely destroyed, it would be destroyed in advance. The relation to the other—even if it remains asymmetrical, open, without possible reappropriation—must trace a movement of reappropriation in the image of oneself for love to be possible . . .

—Entretien avec Jacques Derrida, Digraphe 42

Oh, reappropriate me, baby, feels so good.