Dr. Phillip Grossi in Campbell, CA showed me a graph once that had overlapping circles and he stated that the circle in the middle (the overlapped circle) was the Bipolar in me. The bigger circles that made up the middle circle could be the mania involved in bipolar and the depression in bipolar and the racing thoughts in bipolar. (Other mental 'gifts' such as PTSD and others might be there as well.) Does that mean that my SMI (serious mental illness........ Bipolar) is a catch-all for all mental illnesses??? Maybe that damned little circle should be labelled GOVERNMENT/Politicians, eh? Maybe, just maybe that little circle should have a bigger circle on the outside labelled 'HANDLERS'.
I still think from my own observance that all of the 'mental' things have been enhanced by the treatment of me by 'CORPORATE AMERICA' and abuse by family members and 'friends'. (I must admit that my g'ma and father 'genetic' had the most wonderful impact on my life and for this I am forever grateful.)
I'm not blaming Corporate America for 'JUST' working within and being affected but for dealing with them in such things as Taxes, Medical, DMV, licenses, vaccines.............. yadayadayadayada.
I find that I have learned over the years and years of dealing with this BS that a hot bath, a hot cup of sleepy time tea and candles seem to help. MEDITATION..........??? ........oh yeah and since I've been in menopause I've been a ho ho bunch better. Take the 'men'opause outta my life and voila, I'm better, eh?
Wikipedia on Racing Thoughts
Wikipedia on Bipolar Disorder
Gifts From Within (Racing Thoughts)
Lists of Symptoms
Posts: What It's Like to have Racing Thoughts
Racing thoughts and Caffiene
Intellect and Bipolar
EXCERPT:
However, I must admit that one of the reasons why I have specialized in bipolar disorder is because it seems like nearly every single person with bipolar disorder I see is unusually creative or intelligent or charismatic or something. Quite a few have been really profoundly intelligent to the point where I have trouble keeping up with their minds.
Re: 2 female mice make a baby........... Kaguya
The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter
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Japanese Mythology & Folklore
Narrative
One day, while walking in the bamboo forest, an old, childless bamboo
cutter called Taketori-no-Okina (竹取翁 "the Old Man who
Harvests
Bamboo") comes across a mysterious, shining stalk of bamboo. Cutting
it open, he finds inside it a baby the size of his thumb. Rejoicing
to find such a beautiful girl, he takes her home, and he and his wife
raise her as their own child, naming her Kaguya-hime (かぐや
姫 "radiant-night goddess"). Thereafter, Taketori-no-Okina found that
whenever he cut down a stalk of bamboo, inside he found a small
nugget of gold. Soon he is rich, and Kaguya-hime grew from a small
baby into a woman of usual size and extraordinary beauty. At first,
Taketori-no-Okina tries to sequester her from outsiders, but over
time the news of her beauty spreads.
Eventually, five princes come to Taketori-no-Okina's residence to ask
for Kaguya-hime's hand in marriage. The princes eventually persuade
Taketori-no-Okina to tell a reluctant Kaguya-hime to choose one from
among them. To this end, Kaguya-hime concocts impossible tasks for
the princes to accomplish. She will agree to marry the prince who
manages to bring her a specified item.
That night, Taketori-no-Okina tells the five princes what each of
them must bring. The first is told to bring her the stone begging
bowl of the Buddha. The second is told to retrieve a jeweled branch
from the island of Hourai. The third is told to seek the legendary
robe of the fire-rat of China. The fourth must retrieve a colored
jewel from a dragon's neck. The final prince is told to find the
seashell treasure of the swallows.
Realising that it was an impossible task, the first prince returns
with an expensive bowl, but noticing that the bowl does not glow with
holy light, Kaguya-hime sees through his deception. Two other princes
likewise attempt to deceive her with fakes but also fail. The fourth
gives up after encountering a storm, while the final prince loses his
life in his attempt to retrieve the object.
After this, the Emperor of Japan, Mikado, comes to see the strangely
beautiful Kaguya-hime and upon falling in love asks her to marry him.
Although he is not subjected to the impossible trials that thwarted
the princes, Kaguya-hime rejects his request for marriage as well,
telling him that she is not of this country and thus cannot go to the
palace with him. She stays in contact with the Emperor, but continues
to rebuff his requests.
That summer, whenever Kaguya-hime sees the full moon, her eyes fill
with tears. Though her adoptive parents worry greatly and question
her, she is unable to tell them what is wrong. Her behavior becomes
increasingly erratic until she reveals that she is not of this world
and must return to her people on the Moon. In some versions of this
tale, it is said that she was sent to the Earth as a temporary
punishment for some crime, while others say it is because she was
sent to earth for safety during a celestial war.
Taketori-no Okina takes Kaguya-hime to his home, Drawn by Tosa
Hiromichi, c. 1600
Kaguya-hime goes back to the MoonAs the day of her return approaches,
the Emperor sets many guards around her house to protect her from the
Moon people, but when an embassy of "Heavenly Beings" arrives at the
door of Taketori-no-Okino's house, the many guards are blinded by a
strange light. Kaguya-hime announces that though she loves her many
friends on Earth, she must return with the Moon people to her true
home. She writes sad notes of apology to her parents and to the
Emperor, then gives her parents her own robe as a memento. She then
takes a small taste of the elixir of life, attaches it to her letter
to the Emperor, and gives it to a guard officer. As she hands it to
him, the feather robe is placed on her shoulders, and all of her
sadness and compassion for the people of the Earth are forgotten. The
heavenly entourage takes Kaguya-hime back to Tsuki-no-Miyako ("the
Capital of the Moon") against her will, leaving her earthly foster
parents in tears.
The parents become very sad and are soon put to bed sick. The guard
officer returns to the Emperor with the items Kaguya-hime had given
him as her last mortal act, and reports what had happened. The
Emperor reads her letter and is overcome with sadness. He asks his
servants, "Which mountain is the closest place to Heaven?", to which
one replies that the Great Mountain of Suruga Province is the closest
place to Heaven. The Emperor orders his men to take the letter to the
summit of the mountain and burn it, with the hope that his message
would reach the now-distant princess. The men are also commanded to
burn the pot of elixir of immortality since the Emperor does not
desire to live forever without being able to see her. The legend has
it that the word immortality (不死, fushi?, or fuji) became the name
of the mountain, Mount Fuji. It is also said that the kanji for the
mountain, 富士山 (literally "Mountain Abounding with
Warriors"), is
derived from the Emperor's army ascending the slopes of the mountain
to carry out his order. It is said that the smoke from the burning
still rises to this day. (In the past, Mount Fuji was much more
volcanically active than today.)
[edit] Literary connections
The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter is nearly identical in form to a
Tibetan tale of a similar name,[citation needed] and some researchers
[who?] believe that the Japanese legend may have been drawn from the
Tibetan one, perhaps through ancient contacts with China. The part of
the legend that relates to the name of Mount Fuji is unique to the
Japanese version.
There have also been suggestions that it is related to the tale of
Swan Lake. This probably is due to Kaguya-hime wearing the hagoromo
(羽衣 "feather robe") when she ascends to her homeland. But the
hagoromo figures more famously in a group of tales known as the
hagoromo densetsu (in one example recorded in the Ohmi-no-kuni Fudo
ki tells of a man who instructs his dog to steal the hagoromo of
eight heavenly maidens while they were bathing, forcing one of them
to become his bride). And the latter is remarkably similar to the
tale of how Völundr the Smith and his brothers wedded the swan-
maidens.
--- In timelesslearning2003@yahoogroups.com, "saisissezlaliberte"
The Kaguya Mice
A MERE DECADE OF WOMEN LEADING??????????? OMG!
Monday, June 1, 2009
Women, why aren't you running the world yet?
Women - why aren't you running the world yet? Frankly I'm disappointed in you. Men are still far too dominant for their own good, and consequently we've made a testosterone- sodden pig's ear of just about everything: politics, the economy, religion, the environment ... you name it, it's in a gigantic man-wrought mess. The world's been one big dick-swinging contest, and we've caught our collective glans in a nearby desk fan. By rights we should be squealing for your help, but we're not, because we're too damn stupid and too damn proud. We swagger convincingly, and that's about it. And swaggering's fine for scraping by in primitive times, but the world we've built is altogether more complex now. We've got stock exchanges and nuclear warheads. It's too easy to swagger your way into big trouble without even realising. Well, we've had our turn. It's time for the Rise of the Ladies.
We don't need a few women in conspicuous positions of power scattered here and there - we need a 10-year prohibition on all forms of male power. Seriously: a decade in which men don't get to control anything, from the remote control upwards. Imagine the consequences. For one thing, there would be an instant and massive reduction in armed conflict around the globe. Sure, nations would routinely bitch about each other in secret (and with a new, hair-curling viciousness) , but there'd be fewer intercontinental punch-ups and a far smaller bodycount.
The economy should clearly be run by women. City boys are dicks, plain and simple. Look at them. Listen to them. Consider the carnage of the past 10 years. What the hell were these idiots thinking? Even now they're still at it. In any sane world they'd all be herded into a shed and blasted with hoses until they promised to stop. Everything they say, think, do, watch, read and fill up their iPods with is awful. Even their girlfriends are awful. Straight women, reading this: if your partner is a city boy, leave him. Leave him now. Dump him with a text message, right this very second. It'll hurt for about six days, then your life will improve beyond measure. Sod that little number-swapping dick who dares call himself a man. Lob him in the shed with the other squeaking fakes and train the cold jets on the bastards. Shut the door and let them shiver.
Men love machines, because machines remind them of themselves. As a result, men quickly became very very good at building machines and then driving them round rather too quickly, shouting "Toot toot! Look at me in my brilliant car!" This was cute for a while, but the novelty's worn off now that the planet's teetering on the brink of becoming an inhospitable cinder. Please, women, for all our sakes: just lock us in a room with some Lego or something. I'm sorry, but we're just too bloody stupid to save the planet. Looks like you'll have to clean up our mess once again. Mankind's depending on you.
"This is all very well, but none too realistic," thinks the female reader. "Men aren't just going to hand over the reins that easily. I know what men are like. They're self-righteous and stubborn - just like women, but worse."
Oh, you. Pretty, silly you. We've got you brainwashed. See, that's what our incessant, ruinous swaggering was all about: pretending to be more complex and dangerous than we actually are. In truth your suspicions are correct: we're very, very simple. We're lazy and we like blowjobs. That's all there is to us. Literally: that's it. From Sir John Betjeman to Barack Obama, from Copernicus to Liam Gallagher. The core software we run on could fit in the memory of a digital watch circa 1985 without even scraping the sides.
And you know this, you women. You know this of course, but it's so dazzlingly obvious you actually doubt it's true. Most of my friends are women. I often find myself counselling them as they agonise for hours, trying to fathom what men are thinking, what men want. Yet no matter who they're talking about, or what the circumstance, from my perspective the answer always seems so glaringly basic it could be scratched on the back of a button. This one wants a shag. That one wants a biscuit. Every time: the butler did it.
The only mistake women make is crediting men with far more mystery than they're capable of. We're impulsive yet thuddingly predictable, and you'd better learn to love us for it because that's just about all we can muster. That's why we bollocksed the planet up. We didn't mean to. We're men, that's all.
And now, surely now, it's time for you to shunt us off the podium and take charge for a decade. If only as an experiment to see what happens. I for one welcome our titted overlords. Give us our toys and our daily bread and permit us to lie on the sofa for 10 whole years, like snoozy, spluttering pigs. We get to loll around contentedly, you get to save the world. Sound good? Do we have a deal? Well do we, you wonderful bitches?
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