"What do you want? Really."
We can learn to trust ourselves again and adjust our course as needed, by keeping simple, consistent rituals. In former times, we have looked outside ourselves, blamed others, and sought truth, externally. Today, we reclaim our way. We sit in quiet communion and reset our minds.
When you wake up, go to the bathroom sink and splash water on your face. Look at the mirror, and into your eyes. Hold the gaze. Connect.
Ask audibly: “What do you want?" Hold the gaze as long as you need to do so. Then say, "Really." Connect once again. Then trust that the part of you that knows — got the message. Your mind & body intelligence is giving you the answer. Let all else go.
Go to a quiet place. Take a few deep breaths. Then sit quietly for 1 minute. Silence the mind. Turn off thinking. Connect.
Why?
To create a sense of stability in what appears to be an unstable world.
To shift thought/behavior patterns.
To enter communion (let's do this ritual together). In communion we find meaning.
WOMB - oil on canvass 36" x 48" (91.44 x 121.92cm) $2150 US + shipping (c) JD Rudometkin 2021. Contact artist regarding this piece, or for commissioned artwork. Contact Artist / Purchase
Step Jayne is JD Rudometkin's musical project. Over the past 5 years, he has released the album SILVER BULLET SUICIDE, one track at a time with an accompanying video. For the next 10 months in Dream Cinema, each track and its thematic content will be explored in interviews with various co-hosts including: Psychiatrists, Artists/Musicians, Professors, the Salt of the Earth, and Art Curators.
In this issue, Psychiatrist and author Dr. Darin Gould and JD discuss the album's first track, "Psalm Zero." We recommend watching the "Psalm Zero" music video (BELOW) in preparation for the conversation.
A CONTACT HIGH
She said come into my presence and sit with me. Her eyes were golden, and her space was dark and cloudy. There were bodies strewn around the room like broken hearts. Wilting. I knew nothing of her motivations, yet I entered.
Is there a part of you that knows how to bend the rules? The rules will change in 100 years. 500. 10,000 years. 10 seconds. Don’t think of the word god as God. Study your idols, then write your holy book.
So I sat down on the pillows in front of her, and closed my eyes without her asking. “Where are you from?” She asked. When I didn’t answer, she responded to my silence with a shallow drone. “How about you?” I asked. Then I could sense an answer from inside me. She was from this room. This is where she had always been, killing the dead with her presence. Bodies piling up into dust and regeneration. I wish I could think of a better word. What can be used for regeneration?
I sat with her for an hour. Perhaps it was a year. Then it occurred to me that when this life is over, I don’t want to go anywhere else. This precious life. Its enough. And when that thought filled my body, I left it. And I ascended up from the room and out over the tops of these stone towers—the calls to prayer fading in the distance—and I kept rising higher and higher until the moon became her and we sat there together again, on the dark side of a new earth.
(c) 2021 JD Rudometkin
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