Surreal Dreamworlds

Thank you for giving me some ideas

Karen Lee Kleis

I’ve been in a bit of a writing funk lately, not getting anything to come together the way I want it to. I’m a slow writer under the best of circumstances. But it still seems like sometimes writing is a fight and sometimes it flows. Hopefully the flow will be back soon. In the meantime, here are a few photo art pieces with a surreal aspect. Perhaps one of these will tell me a new story.



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The Man Who Forgets That He Doesn’t Exist


Robert Matthew Goldstein

Dissociative Identity Disorder is a childhood onset trauma symptom induced by an overwhelming confrontation with human evil before the brain creates a mind.

When I was diagnosed in 2009 I began posting information about DID to my Flickr stream.

Those early posts about DID were an attempt to cling to some sense of worthiness as I began to lose everything that I considered “me.”

To be sure, I had no real interest in blogging but I enjoy staging virtual photo shoots in Second Life and eventually I understood that I was using my avatars the way a child might use dolls when asked to describe a horror for which there are no words.

Many of the photos made in 2011 -2012 had to do with feelings of loss, of betrayal, of anger, of confusion, and of a deep and abiding sense of shame.

Most people are unable to comprehend a person whose different emotional states and memories emerge as separate people with different names, genders and world views.

To meet such a person is to see the truth of the human mind and its will to survive.

It’s easier to dismiss these confusing and unsettling expressions of the mind as attention seeking irresponsibility.

M. Scott Peck, the psychiatrist who authored the best-selling selfhelp book,The Road Less Traveled, described human evil as “militant ignorance.”

He addressed human evil in “People of the Lie: The Hope for Healing Human Evil“.

This description of evil as “militant ignorance” is crucial if we are to understand and heal the symptoms of trauma.

The most horrific aspect of child abuse is that it takes place in a community that chooses to ignore it.

The evil in the child’s world is so all-pervasive that it is often the child who is blamed if he reveals the abuse or the abuse becomes too obvious to ignore.

How does one cope the knowledge that one’s suffering could have been prevented by a neighbor with a conscience?

According to Peck an evil person is consistently self-deceiving, to avoid guilt and maintain an image of perfection.

They also;

  • Deceive others as a consequence of their own self-deception
  • Project his or her evils and sins onto very specific targets (scapegoats) while being apparently normal with everyone
  • Commonly hates with the pretense of love, for the purposes of self-deception as much as deception of others.
  • Abuses political (emotional) power (“the imposition of one’s will upon others by overt or covert coercion”)
  • Maintains a high level of respectability based on lies.
  • Is consistent in his or her sins. Evil persons are characterized not so much by the magnitude of their sins, but by their consistency (of destructiveness)
  • Is unable to think from the viewpoint of their victim (scapegoat)
  • Has a covert intolerance to criticism and other forms of narcissistic injury
  • According to Peck, evil people realize the evil deep within themselves but are unable to tolerate the pain of introspection, or admit to themselves that they are evil.

Therefore the use of cruelty against a person who cannot defend himself is a manifestation of human evil.

A simple example of this kind of evil is refusing to feed a child when there is more than enough food for everyone.

To compound the cruelty force the hungry child to watch everyone else eat.

Add more trauma by savagely beating the child for crying because he is hungry and hurt and confused.

Then remove him from the table and lock him in his room for a week while you play computer games.

How would a four-year old escape the fear and loneliness of a situation that would instinctively feel like a death trap?

From “Now we are Six” by Alan Alexander Milne

“Binker–what I call him–is a secret of my own,
And Binker is the reason why I never feel alone.
Playing in the nursery, sitting on the stair,
Whatever I am busy at, Binker will be there.
Oh, Daddy is clever, he’s a clever sort of man,
And Mummy is the best since the world began,
And Nanny is Nanny, and I call her Nan–
But they can’t

Evil instills fear by abusing power.

The difference between someone who abuses power and someone who doesn’t is the disciplined use of reason.

One does not have to empathize with an abused child to deduce by reason that all children deserve loving adult protection.

For most systematically abused children in the 21st Century our conservative state and federal governments are part of the abuse.

Any group of adults who reserve food and resources for themselves at the cost of children is a child abuser.

Any group of adults that place property above the safety and lives of our children are child abusers.

Any adult who scapegoats a child because of racial and intellectual differences is a child abuser.

Any adult who enables other adults to deprive children of the resources they need to thrive is a child abuser.

Therefore the adult who pathologically dissociates was a child whose mind is broken by a sustained confrontation with an all-pervasive cultural evil from which there was no physical escape.

And as I write this there are children in the United States whose first years of life are defined by relentless hunger, sexual assault and a sadistic political system rigged by abusive men and women who see fit to enrich themselves by cutting funds for public education, healthcare, housing and food.

The only way to protect our children is for every adult in the United States to stop pretending that it’s not their problem and that we don’t know what we must do.

I don’t have to tell you what evil looks like.

I don’t have to tell you how to fix the damage that it has done to our nation and its children.

You know how to vote and you know why we expect everyone to pay his fair share of the taxes it takes to fund a large and complex Nation.

You know the difference between the truth and the cheap lies so many of us prefer to believe.

Start by turning off Fox News.


RG 2015

Source: The Man Who Forgets That He Doesn’t Exist

Our Contributors- the survivors blog

“The role of a writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say.”
― Anaïs Nin

Day Dream by Sir Edward John Poynter

“The role of a writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say.” ― Anaïs Nin Welcome to our contributors page. Welcome to our contributors page.  At Survivors Blog Here we provide a collection of works by authors on WordPress.

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The compass sets the course with the snap of canvas
as the sails fill and rise and leans to their side
chasing the breeze and departing on winds of time.
Bow and sea entwine as Whale Song
and float on rolling waves that beat with
rhythmic pulses and entrances me while
catching the wind. The seaward path
carries my vessel through the
white caps while sea spray
kisses the bow and me as
we sail on the waves
while dolphins
sings a
melodious tune
and washes me in
a salty balsamic
perfume through all
of my senses as I
tremble like wind
blown sea grass.
Across the bay you
can hear a distant
tolling from the
lighthouse bell
while the day
pales slowly
away in a
above as
the horizon
swallows the
sun and the
sails empty
and droop
while a
upon the
sea and me.

© Roxi St. Clair

Source: Spindrift


Poesy plus Polemics Words of Wonder, Worry and Whimsy


I kneel before those who
elicit the secrets of stone
who with uncanny placement
and grasp touch the mallet
to chisel on ancient cold blocks
of raw travertine limestone
or coarsely veined marble
whose handsome impurities
came to their grain when
convulsions within white-hot
wombs bore the offspring
of fire and mountain

I kneel before those who
ordain with their powerful
fingers perfection of man
tactile genius that coaxes
from hard angularities
timeless soft contours of flesh
in its model of moments
alive with expressions of all
the emotion a heart can
experience giving the gift
of immortal endurance to
human impermanent life

I kneel before those who
make flawless the flawed
forms of body and conscience
we carry through time
it’s the sculptor whose skills
can transform the prosaic
with sumptuous subtleties
elevate banal existence
creating from homely dead stone
possibilities at their epitome
more than painter or poet
the sculptor sits closest to God


Source: Sculpture

Photo Art

Photo Art

Hi! I am Alex Markovich, the author of this blog, which is totally dedicated to my photo art.

I am 38 and live in Russia.

E-mail: MarkovichUniverse AT gmail DOT com

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