Quotes to like or puzzle over: “There comes a time when you realize that everything is a dream, and only those things preserved in writing have any possibility of being real.” ― James Salter, All That Is
“The dream is a little hidden door in the innermost & most secret recesses of the soul, opening into that cosmic night which was psyche long before there was any ego-consciousness, & which will remain psyche no matter how far our ego-consciousness extends.” ~ Carl Jung
Our search for the eternal, as always, appears to be within. Meditation. Sleep. Dreams. Breathing. And the space between everything, the space between thoughts. Making contact with the true self and the Universal.
“Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious. Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.” ~Carl Jung
Another life lesson we—that is, I—have to learn over and over. Why does a friend irritate me so when she does a certain something? What is there in that that is in me? Plus, I believe that the more we learn the more difficult things become. That is, within the lessons we are to learn. Not easier in the dark to see, but more hidden and more disguised.
Did I tell you about the phone calls I used to get in my sleep? Someone would call me up to contradict a thought I’d had or a statement I’d made about my progress. I loved this and tried and tried to figure out whose voice it was. The voice was so familiar but I couldn’t quite place it. “Fear? You think you have overcome Fear? My dear, you are loaded with Fear.” Who said that? Who was calling? I knew it was my subconscious, but not the manifestation of the voice. Once I understood—it was my own voice, of course—I no longer received the calls. Damn! Too easy I guess. Growth is painful and it doesn’t happen on our timetable. It also requires work. Double Damn!
Yet another post from our pal: Psyche’s Call with Donna May
“Our psyche can function as though space did not exist. The psyche can thus be independent of space, of time, and of causality. This explains the possibility of magic.” – C.G. Jung.
And the photo is so beautiful and contains that wondrous invitation of a gate. Of course the symbolism is so clear with there being no fence or wall next to the gate. Have we all not seen a gate or a door or an opening somewhere that we know we are to go through? Have we not also known, from time to time, that our body is just a container, a something that our spirit or soul or consciousness is to inhabit as we spend time in this body, this earth, this time.
“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.
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.
The following was posted by Psyche’s Call with Donna May on Facebook. I’ve used the entire quote and without edit. Any copyedit errors belong to the origin, not to me. (Thank you ever so much.) Obviously adding to our other posts on the same subject.
[Sadly “Synchronicity” is all too often tossed about describing events which do not adhere to the actual meaning of synchronistic events as used within Depth Psychology.]
A phenomenon where an event in the outside world coincides meaningfully with a psychological state of mind.
Synchronicity . . . consists of two factors: a) An unconscious image comes into consciousness either directly (i.e., literally) or indirectly (symbolized or suggested) in the form of a dream, idea, or premonition. b) An objective situation coincides with this content. The one is as puzzling as the other.[“Synchronicity: An Acausal Connecting Principle,” ibid., par. 858.]
Jung associated synchronistic experiences with the relativity of space and time and a degree of unconsciousness.
The very diverse and confusing aspects of these phenomena are, so far as I can see at present, completely explicable on the assumption of a psychically relative space-time continuum. As soon as a psychic content crosses the threshold of consciousness, the synchronistic marginal phenomena disappear, time and space resume their accustomed sway, and consciousness is once more isolated in its subjectivity. . . . Conversely, synchronistic phenomena can be evoked by putting the subject into an unconscious state.[“On the Nature of the Psyche,” CW 8, par. 440.]
Synchronicity was defined by Jung as an “acausal connecting principle,” an essentially mysterious connection between the personal psyche and the material world, based on the fact that at bottom they are only different forms of energy.
It is not only possible but fairly probable, even, that psyche and matter are two different aspects of one and the same thing. The synchronicity phenomena point, it seems to me, in this direction, for they show that the nonpsychic can behave like the psychic, and vice versa, without there being any causal connection between them.[Ibid., par. 418.]
In a vain attempt to recover the original posted photo I’ve rather messed things up. Somewhat. (The details are irrelevant.) In the end the original was unrecoverable so now we have the above. I don’t know why this seems relevant but it does. So in the spirit of Jung’s unconscious-studies, I’ve stayed the course.
At first glance I thought this was Ophelia floating face down in a pond. Upon second glance I thought no, it’s something transparent floating there. Then I happed upon the thought of a rock, as solid as anything possible and yet translucent. Or not.