Synchronicity for Us, as posted by Psyche’s Call with Donna May:
“I imagine a day far off when tracking our dreams will be essential to medicine, private life and all aspects of culture.” ~ Thomas Moore
(Digital Art by FuzzyBuzzy)

Synchronicity for Us, as posted by Psyche’s Call with Donna May:
“I imagine a day far off when tracking our dreams will be essential to medicine, private life and all aspects of culture.” ~ Thomas Moore
(Digital Art by FuzzyBuzzy)
Posted by Ravenous Butterflies
“As a child I felt myself to be alone, and I am still, because I know things and must hint at things which others apparently know nothing of, and for the most part do not want to know. Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.” ~ Carl Jung
Today I am attending the Jung Platform “Dreams and your Personal Journey.” So of course I am being inundated with things Jung and dreams. Synchronicity unbound! The course is 3 videos per day for 4 days.
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And no, I am not ignoring the political transformation of the USA, nor am I removed from the fray. I have rejoined the fray in fact, as speaking out is also Action, and sometimes Action is not only required, but demanded. More directly on this later.
And now, dear friends, a sweet good night, and thoughts of Rilke to hold us tight.
And once more from our dear friend, Donna May. May we all dream on with thoughts of snow and angel wings. And may we plumb the depths of our own souls, our own center which cannot hold.
I don’t know; wish I did. All that and oh well.
Still, it looks like red rock canyon. So many places of country roads, so many places left behind. No one then to love the pilgrim soul, or the moments of sad grace.
Into the computer world for muck and mire. And yes, dependent I am. I have spent a few not-so-short days committed (the operative word) to the overall health of my Macbook Pro persona. I’ve lost things into that gray fuzz of nowhere land that does indeed exist. Accessing it is another matter. And the mean part of it is that I have been successful a time or two which leads to an unmistakable passion to repeat. That longed-for success. That desire of freedom that comes with Independent Actions leading to my overall comfort. You might think this has happened as I’m here posting, aren’t I?
Well, yes. But not in the way I had intended. I surely wanted to recover what I had done as I did not want to recreate what had been lost. Twice. Let me be specific: Lost twice, recovered once. In between fails. I was a lone cat wandering amongst the bars of dive taverns looking for a dish of cream when there was only beer in saucers.
And last night I dreamed I was part of a rebellion, The Industrial Workers of the World. (That too was unsuccessful, by-the-way.) And I was being shot at while tasked with the reconstruction of some desk-top machines. Again back in the office. I kept finding spare parts on the floor where I was working. The subconscious at work in the field of dreams.
The much sought-after pieces I wrote were about Consciousness. They were quite well done in that mystical form of the no-longer-visable accomplishment. Of course.
Posted by The New Yorker?
Naturally we can never know what’s behind the visible form. Perhaps that is a metaphor for life, or computers, or Consciousness. We can only ever know what’s on the screen.