These past few days I’ve been rereading the third chapter of my Hojas Susurrantes (the first is already available as a separate book here, and the second here).
It had been years since I’d read that thick chapter—actually, a whole book. The revision is a preliminary step to the English translation.
I reiterate what I said last year: for those of us who have been extremely abused by our family and/or the System, nothing is more therapeutic than denouncing all those who harmed us, using their real names to send them to the annals of literature as jerks: a literary revenge.
My mental health has increased these past few days enormously, not only from rereading what I hadn’t read in years, but also because of the war that Israel and the US are suffering, thanks to the heroism of one nation: Iran.
Just look at what Scott Ritter just said: that Israel must be destroyed because it is the cancer of the planet. And he says the same about the United Arab Emirates (as a prostitute of the Great Satan, they too must get their just deserts).
A vindictive autobiography and a war in the Middle East that marks the beginning of the end for the petrodollar… What more could I want in these beautiful early days of spring? The only thing we need now is for a millionaire sponsor to appear so we can build a temple of Eros in the gardens of our Syssitia…
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I can envision it! The Sysittia with a Classical garden area with water fountains and monuments to our heroes. A temple to our ancestors. I am glad to hear you are doing better Cesar!
Hi Thomas,
But there’s terrible news for my sister.
Genoveva, who was deeply disturbed by our parents’ mistreatment (since she didn’t write her vindictive autobiography, she totally lacks empathy), didn’t notice a blatant email and cell phone scam.
I only found out about the scam today because I went to the school where she works to deliver some shirts as a present to her son, my nephew.
Over the phone, the scammer impersonated her bank manager, claiming he wanted to protect her account, and… the incredibly dumb woman transferred ALL (!!!) her money from the sale of our house to the scammer!!!
He emptied her account, and since we sold our house, now she has to pay rent (we no longer live together).
Empathy is neither sympathy for a person nor compassion for him or her.
Empathy means unconsciously detecting the vibe of the Other.
We can even have empathy for a serial killer (for example, the black guy in the Netflix series who detected Jeffrey Dahmer’s very negative psychic wavelength and ran away out of his flat in time).
Genoveva has no empathy for monsters or scammers because she doesn’t even have it for her son or her brother (me).
Since our mother treated Geno without empathy, she didn’t develop sufficient ego boundaries. With her diffuse ego, she has been unable to detect malice.
It’s a serious mental illness, and it all stems from the massive repression by Genoveva and millions of other humans regarding the mistreatment many of us have suffered.
My autobiographical project, if understood and practised, would cure these psychopathologies through excruciatingly painful introspections and flashbacks into how our parents murdered our souls, like surgery for the mind, but as necessary as removing cholesterol plaques from the coronary arteries during heart surgery.
But this type of literary project—a true surgery of the soul—doesn’t exist in the world except for what people like John Modrow (an American), Benjamin Power (an Englishman) and I have written.
Cesar, I’m so sorry to hear about Genoveva’s story. I’m here to help in any way I can. If it’s any help, I can recommend a good criminal lawyer who saved me from fraud once.
Well, “Genoveva” is a pseudonym. Only Ben and Mauricio know her real name…