In the spring of 1985 my daughter Bee recovered from her horrific struggle with symptoms of major depression. The final verses of her song “The Hall of Mirrors” describe the experience of attaining joy and spiritual renewal. Since that time she has managed all symptoms without the use of medication.
Is anybody out there? Can anyone see me?
Is anybody waiting for me to start to see
what’s going on outside of me?
(— Arms are opening, reaching —)
(— Hands are opening, touching —)
(— Eyes are opening, seeing —)
(— Hearts are opening, melting. —)
Walking outside of the Hall of Mirrors,
brand-new sights to catch my eye.
Living outside of the Hall of Mirrors,
the whole wide Universe can be my guide.
Working outside of the Hall of Mirrors,
helping other prisoners to be free.
Life outside of the Hall of Mirrors
is everything that life can be!
Is anybody out there?
Can everyone see me?
SENSE AND NONSENSE 
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