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Documentaries for film and television. Everything else is just fiction. When Medicine Got It Wrong. In partnership with imageReal Pictures, LLC. In 1970's California, a small group of parents rebelled against being blamed for causing schizophrenia. Their activism initiated a nationwide movement, uniting fellow families to fight for better treatment and prompting worldwide changes in psychiatry's understanding of the disease. When Medicine Got it Wrong. Make a tax-deductible donation. Member IDA, FAF.

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Documentaries for film and television. Everything else is just fiction. Fiscally sponsored project by the International. Make a tax-deductible donation. When Medicine Got It Wrong. In partnership with imageReal Pictures, LLC. This film is the 2007 winner of the California Council for the Humanities Documentary Grant. read more. Make a tax-deductible donation. Winner of a Student Academy Award. The United States has more wind capacity than Saudia Arabia has oil. In partnership with ImageReal Pictures, LLC).

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John Cadigan: Musings: April 2010

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April 11, 2010. The Fool Enters the Blessing of Water. Let the figures dance freely. The Fool asks a question. Not for the faint of heart. I will leave it up to you. Why do the fish fly freely. Why do birds float freely. Why do spiders create. It is just as it should be. Then the magical transformation. Never will I Understand. My mind stretches, but. Let the Unknown free me. Move in wonder and awe. Let the Mystery free me. Move in and out of the labyrinth. Let the Ineffable free me. Where are the signs?

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John Cadigan: Musings: December 2009

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December 31, 2009. Berlin 1991 - New Year's Eve. He made the call from the apartment of the unknown man. She said she had only stepped into her apartment for an hour. But to his delight he managed to reach her. Memories of her play, the green mask, the play acting filled his heart. He often would dream of her - oh precious Nathalie. He fantasized of her face. Are you missing something or someone? He did not know. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I am an artist whose work has been exhibited in galleries and mu...

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John Cadigan: Musings: June 2010

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June 23, 2010. Fire Wheel of Fortune. Standing at the edge he sees the sun. Often in the dead of night the sky opens up. And out flows the grand essence of peace. Will the stars fall in the correct order or will. The chaos prevail and the sylphs come home? All the sun can do is shine and follow the path. Where the chariot awaits and careens across. The night flowing and fixing to create rapture. And joy - the bright light dazzles the eyes and sends. Him into the stratosphere dancing with the clouds.

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John Cadigan: Musings: August 2009

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August 27, 2009. Buttermilk sweet smell . In the range of night . Eat giant birds for dinner . All is well in the cave of uncertainty. Please drink of the end of the world . All the kings horses and all the kings men. Raise up your hands and stretch your mind. In the end all inspiration lifts . Call to the beast of burden . Clamor at the sight of dancing . Up in the sky dark clouds are heavy. In the dark shamrock succubus . Angels listen while the first rambling . Of the greater flight . Wish to see lava.

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John Cadigan: Musings: March 2010

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March 21, 2010. Burn brightly wondrous Phoenix. I see you in my dreams, delicate and light yet full of power and strength. I am entranced with the colors of your wings, all green and yellow. Fly through the air in great life. Don't turn around. I am sweating - sticky and hot. Why do you plague me? Oh great Phoenix you fill me with such hope and grace. I see you in my dreams and am comforted. On the roof I watch as you dance in red, blue and yellow. Dizzy I walk away. More rain. Who are you referring to?

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John Cadigan: Musings: November 2009

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November 28, 2009. Guandu Temple: Homage to Tiger. Fish will swim upstream. Birds float gently in the rain. I came out of the tunnel to a scene of the river. Haze lies on the mountains. Turning around I see the 26-armed Buddha. What are you holding - I cannot remember. The color is red. I sat under the canopy. I cannot move - if I move they will see me and attack. There is the noise of water - they are going to pour water all over my back. I cannot move. Don't Look! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I am an ar...

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John Cadigan: Musings: What Hard Won Gift to Offer?

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July 23, 2010. What Hard Won Gift to Offer? I see a glass ball: in the ball I see all the suffering I have experienced. What occurs to me first is a drawing I made when I was a young teenager. It depicted a ball, and inside the ball was a scene of horrific depression. The images were jagged, the faces tortured. Where did this come from? Divorce, neglect, depression, cruelty? What gift these glass ball experiences have given me. And I have already well named it - the awe and wonder of mystery. I guess thr...