Caressing the Blue Light
From Wikipedia: To Dr Reich, Orgone was seen as a massless, omnipresent substance, similar to luminiferous aether, but more closely associated with living energy than inert matter. It could coalesce to create organization on all scales, from the smallest microscopic units - called bions in orgone theory - to macroscopic structures like organisms, clouds, or even galaxies.
Reich's theories held that deficits or constrictions in bodily orgone were at the root of many diseases - and in particular cancer, discussed at length in his book The Cancer Biopathy - similar to the way in which deficits or constrictions in the libido could produce neuroses in Freudian theory. He created the Orgone Institute to pursue research into orgone energy after he emmigrated to the US, and used it to publish literature and distribute material relating to the topic for more than a decade. Reich designed special "orgone accumulators" - devices which ostensibly collected orgone energy from the atmosphere - for purposes as diverse as improvement of general health, increase in sexual potency, and weather control. Ultimately, the U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA) obtained a federal injunction barring the interstate distribution of orgone-related materials, on the grounds that Reich and his associates were making false and misleading claims, and later jailed Reich and destroyed all orgone-related materials at the institute after Reich violated the injunction.
His books, all literally burned by the US Federal Government, were banned in America until recently, and he died in prison after a short period of incarceration. A young man by many standards, his death is considered extremely suspicious by many, as his health was perfect.
His books, all forty of them, remain very hard to come by.
Let it be known that when I was in my twenties, I and a boyfriend actually built an orgone accumulator, a small one. My friend's dad owned a machine-shop, and he helped us assemble a portable box, perhaps 16" x 16" x 16", with a "BX cable" attached so that we could aim it at various parts of our bodies (or anything else, such as the cat). We undeniably felt heat emanating from the end of the insulated cable. We - without a doubt - saw blue streaks in a darkened room all around the orgone box. We even saw sparks... flying, bursting, colorful light shows that any "pragmatic" scientist would have chalked up to subjective light phenomena, overactive youthful imaginations, and too much Scotch.
I had read ALL of Reich's books. I was living in a house that was also occupied by a man who had studied orgone therapy in Los Angeles, at the Orgone Institute. Yes, there actually was an Orgone Institute. He had all the books and newsletters. I devoured every one of them. And it made perfect sense to me. It was like I knew all that stuff already. Dr Reich was a real scientist, though. He had, along with Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung, established the Psychiatric Association! Of course, he had been booted out of that bunch. He thought Freud's theory of libido was inadequate and that his disdain for his women patients as simply "hysterical neurotics" was flawed and prejudiced by Freud's own fear of women in general, and his fear of female sexuality in particular.
Dr Reich thought that Carl Jung's theories were harmless speculations coupled with "mystical thinking", something Reich could not abide.
And there was a time when I learned a little Chi Kung (also known as Qi Gong) which is a series of ancient Chinese exercises meant to cure disease and ease pain by getting the Chi flowing freely (Chi is the life-force spoken of in Chinese Medicine and Culture). I FELT that which I had already SEEN. A shivery, silvery feeling of peace and contentment, coupled with the tingling that one may experience while listening to great music or viewing great art. Undeniable. And very powerful.
Now, decades and decades later, I've at times been lying awake in a darkened room, surrounded by love and warmth, and I've been caressing this energy that I can now so easily see and feel. If my dog has a cold, I'll move the orgone around in my hands until I have a single blue ball, and I'll gently apply it to her chest and throat. If my partner is sick I do the same. If it's me that's ill, and I have been known to be so, I'll move the energy in my body and focus it on areas where the "force" may be pooled or stagnant. Getting it flowing again is not often that difficult.
It sounds like something a witch would do, I suppose. Terribly secular. But then, I burn incense. I chant the Buddhist Liturgy (in Japanese) and I use Japanese prayer beads. I'm into acupuncture and herbs. I have Buddhist scrolls hanging on the walls. I'm half Jewish and half Irish (there's at least HALF of a criminal offense in there somewhere). I don't feel guilty at all. Particularly considering what many "normal" Americans did this past "Black Friday"...
I'm older. Many would say that I'm really old. And when you reach this age, you don't live by others' opinions of you. You just BE. I'm just BEING. If I'm a witch, then I'm OK with that. Really OK. Being a witch is what most women aspired to and wore as a badge of honor before some guys started tying us to chairs and dunking us in water until we drowned, burning us at the stake, chopping off our heads, and doing all sorts of ridiculously grizzly things to our bodies before their big finish. We call this "The Burning Times". We also call this the Women's Holocaust, and between 40,000 and 100,000 thousand women were tortured, raped, and murdered during the witch-hunts that swept across Europe and eventually into the US, driven by radicalized religion. Interestingly, the number of deaths is probably much higher, but scholarly experts, all males, have written book after book after inaccurate book down-playing the whole ordeal, rationalizing its occurrence, defending the practice of witch-burning, and outright denying that any of it ever took place. Kind of like Jewish Holocaust-denial, which I am ALSO very familiar with.
So I've written this page with some trepidation. It gives the firm impression that I am not a Christian. It is dangerous to be an American and not be a Christian, even if you are NOT running for president.
It also gives one the idea that I see and feel things that others cannot see or feel. This could be construed as a break from reality. Although I feel that believing in angels, demons, a six-thousand-year-old Earth, and fossil remains that were put there by 'God' just to fool us... AND being perfectly willing to shoot your friend in the head if they don't agree with you, is all MUCH more indicative of a break from reality.
That's just me.
So, a deal. I'll keep playing with little sparkles and blue lights, and you (or you, or you) pray for me.
Just, please, no more burning times.