an encounter tonight that completely caught me off guard. This has
happened before but usually only when I was is a "mental facility".
Talking to a well dressed man in his late 60's, clear blue eyes.
Discussing his love of music then WHAM, I realized he suffered from
schizophrenia when out of the blue he told me about human trafficking by
our local courts, stolen identities and the the government dissolving
on Sept. 11th to bring about some sort of Reformation league of justice.
I looked into his eyes and wondered how to did manage to exist with
this illness to get to his age. Very well dressed and his eyes were so
crystal blue, so clear. I have monsters that occasionally appear a mess
with me but I go long breaks from it now. It made me grateful to the
core that my mood disorder is very treatable and I don't find myself on
street corners preaching a message that an illness whispers into my
head. His wife died three years a go and how she must
have loved him to deal with his illness for decades. No one in the
theater enjoyed the music tonight as much as he did. I took the scrap of
paper on which he had written 2 web addresses for me to go to and join
up for the new legion of America and slid it in my pocket and thanked
him for speaking with me. I'm grateful for the meeting and grateful
that for today , all my illnesses are manageable and that the universe
is terriblely kind and forgiving. My hope for him is there is not a part
of him left that knows the rest of him is missing. If I go crazy again I
hope i don't know it, complete decent in to madness is preferable than
being keenly aware that you are completely out step with sanity. I was
going to say reality, but reality is just perception, I guess sanity is
too. Go figure.