Not assisting a Physician Suicide

 In this dream, I was working as an intern at the Springfield Clinic.  Of course, it really wasn't the Springfield Clinic, but another building I had never been in.  However, I may have actually been in the building before in a prior dream, but that is only a whisper.   Actually now that I am writing this I hear several whispers of prior dreams involving hospitals or medical buildings.  More than several actually.

I was working with another intern helping a physician out.  The physician was reminiscent of Nick, except he wasn't from Colombia.  The physician was busy and he wanted us to find this other guy when he entered the building.   The guy who was going to come in was another doctor.  We had his picture to identify him when he came in.   So we waited.   And sure enough, the other physician then came in the building.  He had blonde hair.  We flagged him down.  We told him the other doctor who remind me of Nick wanted to see him.  We walked him to Nick.  Somewhere along the way, I was given the chart with the diagnosis of the physician who had just walked in.    The diagnosis was something about an illness that would lead to suicide.  But something about the person with this disease would not know that this condition would lead to suicide.  

So I had this information and this chart.  And I started talking.  I thought the physician who reminded me of Nick should take over the case but he seemed to want me to handle the situation.  So I started asking questions like have you ever had suicidal ideations before or ever been diagnosed with a condition leading to suicide.  But I was tying to be very subtle about it and not ask any leading questions that could give the doctor any ideas.    And the doctor told me that he was fine now and that his condition had something to do with the election.   Then I was fumbling the papers around looking for the diagnosis.  

Not Appreciating the Gift/Raising Cain

We are just vessels.  Life flows into us and through us.  Life is the gift.  All of it.  

In times of discomfort, we don't appreciate the gift.  Its like the river bank not appreciating the stream.  It can flow over the bank, it can dry up.

The mind rises up from the river where the flow is blocked.  That is what a thought is, a trauma, a perturbation.  It separates this from that.  It projects the future, it experiences the past.  When it sinks back down into the flow, the body of the river, it makes the connection.  But until it sinks back down into the body, it is a dead end.

In some ways, you can avoid this if you experience the river though your body, your heart, your tanden.  Any place other than the flicker of your mind.

And now for something completely different:  White people are decedents of Cain.  We are products of the original archetypical murder.  There was an archetypical garden of Eden.  Likely someplace in Africa.  There was a disagreement, likely a murder and a banishment.   In the land of Nod.

This came to mind when I was reading Malidoma Patrice Some.  He talked about his village elders reluctance to engage the white colonizers and belief that they harbored some distant ancestral trauma to do what they were doing.    Have a good day.