more or less a disclaimer about what I write sorta

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I feel that I must caution readers that I am not stuck in place in time. I write from subjective experience, yes, but I am not always writing about right now, this minute. Those with special insight know what is real and who is who. Some of you know that I am writing, subjectively, about you and your situation, and sometimes about me and my situations, and sometimes about made up situations. This disclaimer is to allow those who prefer to be anonymous to remain so.
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We all live outside of the experience of all others, but sometimes, it happens that there is enough love and enough care to overcome the barriers of misunderstanding that separate us. Though it is rare enough happening.
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When the source of suffering cannot be removed the experience of suffering can be mitigated by those courageous enough to overcome their own fears of helplessness or (perhaps) contamination and try. No one can do everything, but everyone can do some little something for at least one nearby person.
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Thank you for all that you have done.
Bear 05.25.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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Who is she writing about? or A reminder about assumptions ….

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Just a friendly reminder. Assumptions about people’s personal lives are usually wrong. Please do not assume that references about to with for or anything else have to do with any person in particular. All that I write is generated by my own personal subjective experiences which didn’t all happen today, or even yesterday. And might not even have happened yet! When I write in the first person it is USUALLY myself, but there is a possibility that it might actually be someone else or a composite. I do try to write so that there will be resonation within the reader and recognition on a level that can’t always be acknowledged. I find it wonderfully interesting, and in many cases heart warming, to find out who recognizes what, and what responses are made. There are those who have recognized themselves and their own friends, family, lovers, experiences…. But most folk merely recognize their own bewilderment, or find so many words tedious.

Some of you Dear Ones have come close, very close, to recognizing how I feel, or at have shared how my words evoke your own feelings. Your compassion is humbling, and I thank you. Others have missed entirely and others have even mocked. Well, and then there is spam. Aii Yii. Who knew what would happen when I threw my soul out into space?

Anyway. Please do not assume that any references are about, necessarily, my still living father, his still living wife, my husband to whom I am married, my adult children, my ex-husband to whom I am not married, old friends, acquaintances, sweethearts, lovers, you, me, or anyone specific dead or alive, unless I specifically say so. Dear Son or Dear Husband, for example, will be actual people. But in a poem or narrative or other writing form, relationship designations might possibly be fictional, and, for sure, your interpretation will most likely be fictional or even wrong. That is not your fault, that is how I write, I do try to provide multiple possible meanings. You are welcome to guess, make comments, ask anything you like, and I shall answer as honestly as I comfortably can.

If I say “My Mother” that is, most likely, my Mother. Sometimes I write in first person from her point of view, usually I don’t. She was a complicated, divinely horrible tortured genius who killed herself. Sometimes I combine us, but usually I write subjectively from me. When I generalize it usually from my own self. Most of what I write is entirely selfish to offer myself amusement and/or relief. It is occasionally difficult to only hint at the hysteria behind the absurd.

All that I have signed Bear is by me, entirely, and is my own work and belongs to me alone.
Thank you for all that you have done.

Bear … 02.15.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint
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