An excellent depiction of the dynamic between The Star Child and myself. Obliquely presented due to the confronting material. A Bitter Pill, magnificently sugar coated. Suitable even for pre-teens.

Is it true? Read the Robert Frost poem below as a depiction of the Fall from Higher Consciousness that accompanies a recovery from psychosis – or if you prefer, the gentle but reassuring disappointment that stops the Light from passing through your limbs as you come down off a good acid trip – and you may recognise how crucial it is for me to have more emotions if I am to recover.



Felix Culpa

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
~ Robert Frost 1923