Some people really get wigged out at the idea of SCREAMING.   Others associate it with THE SCREAM, that grotesque but famous painting by Norwegian artist, Edvard Munch—the one that has launched  many a Halloween mask wearer into a great costume and the happy search for treats.  But, the fact is, SCREAMING seems to bring up a buffet of mental images for people.

So, I guess it’s not surprising that some have said they just can’t get their brains around the name of this blog even though they claim to be fans—-too much weird and wiggly association with SCREAMING.  But you see……that’s the point!

SCREAMS OF CONSCIOUSNESS  is meant to challenge your automatic associations and beliefs. (mine, too)  Any day you receive it, (automatically, in your INBOX), could be the day you break free from a negative connotation or association or belief  about a whole laundry list of things that may be holding you back from the very life you are meant to live.  The UH-OH’s and the OH-NO’s, as you see them now, could be the things that will turn into your biggest AH-HA’s, once you give yourself the chance to look at things differently.

Most of the time, a good scream, or even a good urge to scream, comes from a powerful, yet spontaneous place—deep within.  The desire and the force and the volume are different for everyone—but it is part of our essential nature—each and every one of us.  And, that’s what this blog is also about—-whatever is within us, coming to the surface, to surprise us, or jolt us, or reveal something to us, or clonk us over the head as we visit our deepest truth.

The reason I said,  our screams are a “spontaneous” call from within “most of the time” is that I have a vivid memory of planning a “screaming-on-purpose”event.  My best friend and  I made the conscious decision to actually scream in public. We spent an entire afternoon, screaming in her bathroom to practice.  (No one was home except Chico, the family Chihuahua. His howling screech and frantic circling, accompanied us.)  We were thirteen.  The Righteous Brothers were performing a live concert at The Music Hall in Houston.  It was a Saturday matinee and Nancy, my friend, had front row, center seats.  When their biggest hit ever,  Unchained Melody, started, that was OUR cue—-all the other girls around us—had been going wild for a solid 45 minutes of  shrill bedlam.  We had our Southern Baptist upbringing to break us from bellowing throughout the entire concert.  But Unchained Melody was our last hurrah as the show, neared its end.  Suddenly, I was screaming at the top of my lungs, right there for the world to see—-well, well.  It was………pure(unchained) joy.  Never forgot the names of Righteous Brothers after that, either—-Bill Medley and Bobby Hatfield(which caused me to win at Trivial Pursuit, years later. Joy again.)

Most of the time, though—-screaming is a pure act from a primal place within us that has no agenda other than to call attention to what we are feeling.  It comes without planning.  It can keep us out of harm’s way.  Or, it can express our complete and utter joy—-over all sorts of things.  You can use your imagination.

So, face it.  There’s no way, you aren’t a screamer.   Just like in life—-the reasons for the screams of consciousness are all your own.  Time to join the rest of us.