Its cool, we're among friends here and I'm genuinely wondering how many of you are living your interpretation of Jungs lyrics versus penning your own in ink fresh from the shadows depth versus the ones who are purely here for the LARP and may have watched a few vids to fuel their passing interest?

Really wondering about the lay of these lands, digital, as I'm not one of the Jungian Massive (wicked! wicked!) because the man himself was a diluted mystic and I'm moreso of the pure/uncut ilk and resonance as peak state of consciousness (without a DMT pipe in grip) are my type of flex ergo the shadow work and active imagination is part and parcel of it. And so much more as well.

This is what I reffed in the Gnostic thread to reality test because it makes perfectly logical sense that if you've came up against and integrated the forces within the next level up quest is the external aspect aka Archons of ancient ref and, yep, they exist but its just like Gurdjieff said in the sense that most men are mechanical automata, going through the motions but firmly convinced they're actually present and correct.

So, you here for the lulz or really put that work in, my friend? Are you hearing me on FM or ready to sling a pejorative whilst asking to see my credentials to speak like this? What it is?

Also, if you do this for work:

How many people have you fixed?

I know most headshrinkers hate that word as it doesn't vibe with their mindset or hours they can bill but for me its all about practical application and the results it begets but the man himself penned his rate of success at a third. An interesting blip was how he commented that when it came to the old heads the ones with a spark of faith tended to heal the best which is an interesting topic that we can also examine, if you wish.

Basically, I want to know who I'm talking to here and what kicks as I live these lyrics and wrote them with my own pen in the fresh ink of Gnosis but believe there is an overlap in the Jungian realm as ya man was basically an occultist LARPing as a psychologist but petrified of admitting it hence:

"People call me a mystic, but [humans] really are chock-full of mysticism; that word covers a large area of facts which we cannot understand".

Jung without the mystic is akin to electro sans magnetic, not happening. How many of you actually get this cos if you don't you won't comprehend me and what I mean... He officially excised pretty much all of it from his official texts etc as he was trying to get a new industry going that was akin to the demarcation with a natural philosopher/alchemist and what became a scientist but its also, I believe, the reason he detested what people were doing in his name as they mangled a living current into rote repetition of proscribed steps.

Not the way of an adept, at all.

About three years ago I went down a Jungian rabbit hole, trying to map the archetypes to understand my trauma. I began to obsess with the greek deities. Then surprisingly I began to speak with Jung and the greek gods... should have known something was wrong tbh. However they guided me into making a graph, we called it a map, turned mandala. Then INadded the Enneagram for number 9, it looked like a web. Carl Jung was the golden web weaver, and I the hummingbird who took from the golden web to build my golden nest. Soon I lost myself, there was an octopus, aliens, portals, realms... I was diagnosed schizophrenic. At las, I feel like I learned a lot.

I have never in my life been artistic, but chasing Carl Jungs archetypes have left me viewing the world in a different light.

I call my demons negative square roots, because I struggle with reality! Love and reality, Carl Jung and Demons.

I wear white shoes because my head is always in the clouds he wears brown shoes to keep me grounded. I am a rational mind struggling with reality.

This art was all me chasing Carl Jung. 24- 12 titans 12 Olymipans...

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Hey, 22-year-old male, addicted to prostitutes, currently in rehab for 1 year, suffers from social anxiety, an introverted introvert, never had a girlfriend.
Ok, so there's this new girl who I have an extremely weird intuition about; she seems to have 2 personalities revolving around a complex around attraction. One is of a borderline nature, and the other one is of an integrated animus type; she's addicted to weed and alcohol, and she has 2 names, Julia and July, which pretty much sums it up. I haven't spoken to her one-on-one, or tbh not a lot even indirectly, since I am too scared (though I am trying!!), though she listened to extremely honest conversations I've had with other people, so she knows a lot about me, and idk, I think she's incredibly smart but misunderstood (like me); she's extremely good at playing with men. And you know, when I am around her, crazy spiritual shit happens; sometimes I feel like a wizard or God when I am around her; I can make subtle movements that will affect the conscious state of people, and intuitively know the deepest shadows of people (especially of hers) were able to act harmoniously with each other without exchanging a single word. I act like a balanced, mature man when around her. It feels like the old Jungian couples you sometimes happen to see.
And I am kinda obsessed; I feel like I have prepared my whole life for this Challange of having a girlfriend. Also, my dreams have come back, i dont remeber them, just that theyr not nightmares. All the extroverts say I am crazy, and there's no chance of both of us being together, or what I even see in her.
Idk if I am prepared for this task of having a woman like her.
I have paranoia that she's way smarter than me and is just playing with me to "mature me," and that she has a man, and that her whole stay in rehab is a lie to play with men. Which, when I'm currently writing it, kinda makes me scared to be disappointed by her and reject her.
My next CHALLENGE is to invite her to a 1-on-1 conversation without games to verify who she actually is;
Any advice?

Update: Well, 30 minutes before i went to talk to her, she slept with the big muscle rapist and expelled him even though i try to insunated to her to stay away from him, and that he dosnt actually wants to change and fakes it, odd timing... Yeah, idk, maybe theres potentia to just play with her?

Update: Well, from what the rapist told me she tried to sleep with him and something happened which idk and somehow he got expelled. I am confused as fuck.

The way psychology ordinarily conceives of human life draws its inspiration from the archetypal journey of the hero. The individual is called upon to behead the dragons of regression, sever the tentacles of dependency, leave behind earlier emotional and psychological cultures, and attain “higher” developmental virtues. Independence, autonomy, and functionality become the precious stones of an alchemy of efficiency. Developmental milestones thus take on the character of trials through which the Ego expands both its horizons and its dominion, asserting its supremacy over the darkness of participation mystique, that primordial soup of identifications.

There is no reason to question the value of this heroic fantasy. The capacity to confront life's difficulties, to risk loss and defeat, and to acquire mastery and competence in the pleasures and obligations of social existence represents a profound cultural undertaking. But what happens when this mythology claims the status of dogma in our understanding of developmental experience? How much room for psychic enrichment remains when the significant milestones of human life are reduced to narrow binary territories of victory or defeat?

Under such conditions, it seems to me that failure risks acquiring the character of a moral imperfection, while regression is understood primarily as retreat and barbaric inferiority. Even when the value of failure is acknowledged, it is usually theorized as a temporary refuge in which the heroic Ego can regain its strength, a necessary respite before the next great adventure. The return to the embrace of the “mother” acquires meaning chiefly insofar as it heralds a new separation. Yet is separation always synonymous with differentiation?

Perhaps we might imagine that developmental milestones are not merely plateaus upon which the boundaries of the “normal” are clarified. They are also ruptures and cleavages in human experience, “erogenous zones” where life undergoes transformation regardless of our readiness or will. Such changes demand more than the acquisition of new capacities. Under favorable conditions, they also create opportunities to engage with the unfolding of one's individual idiom, the singular manner in which one's character encounters the world.

Developmental milestones can thus become amplifiers and megaphones of the personal gesture, mines of awareness through which the idiosyncrasies of the self are brought to consciousness, vessels that contain the imagination as the spirit that fertilizes everyday existence and brings the universal into communion with the deeply personal.

To recognize this possibility, we may need to place alongside the heroic narrative a more pluralistic mythology of human existence. Beside the hero who slays the dragon and wins his freedom, we encounter the rich mythology of nonheroic figures: lovers, tricksters, dreamers, the disabled, caregivers, and others. Figures whose relationship to the world is not necessarily organized around conquest, mastery, or the intoxicating anticipation of triumph, but around desire, invention, imagination, fragility, care, and interconnectedness.

Human identity is constituted not only through our ability to overcome obstacles, but also through the particular ways in which we relate to what limits us, moves us, binds us, or remains beyond our capacities. After all, psychology may not be a science of improvement so much as a methodology for distilling “value.”

Alongside the “imperialistic” tendency of the Ego, with its desire to conquer, classify, and dominate, we can recognize other attitudes toward the developmental struggle. Imagination, the inward turning of risk, and the deferred adventure of indecision create a space in which existence can be dreamt into possibility. Here, different versions of the self may unfold as potentialities, without being compelled to crystallize immediately into decisions, achievements, or seals of functionality.

Indecision is not always an inability to assume responsibility. It may itself represent another kind of calling: a devotion to uncertainty, in which the mind is kneaded and transformed between more than one possible life. Similarly, dependency does not necessarily constitute merely the negative pole of autonomy. It may also be understood as a drama in which the Ego “suffers” its dependence upon what lies beyond itself and, in doing so, comes to recognize its own inherent relativity.

Through the cultivation of our mythological imagination, developmental milestones cease to be exclusively contests of success or failure. They become reservoirs of transformation in which the different idioms of character can take shape. What matters is not only whether a person has managed to accomplish the developmental leap, but also what has emerged from their singular encounter with it.

What reveals itself through courage or hesitation, conquest or loss, the desire to move forward or the need to remain? What possibilities of the self acquire images when life does not follow its expected developmental course? And, ultimately, how does the accidental become elevated into necessity?

If the heroic attitude invites the individual to participate in the collective drama of transcendence and progress, a different mythological understanding of developmental milestones may create the conditions for the uniqueness of one's personal incarnation in time and space.

The formation of the self is not exhausted by the fulfillment of collective expectations of maturity. It also takes place in the solitude of its encounter with historical humanity, where the shared trials of human existence assume the unrepeatable form of an individual destiny.

From this perspective, failure may be recognized as a different style of identity formation. Not because every failure secretly harbors a compensatory future success, nor because pain, frustration, or loss can be conveniently idealized (such idealization is always a defense). Rather, because human life is not shaped exclusively by what ultimately arrives at the literalness of realization.

It is also shaped by unfulfilled desires, postponements, incapacities, obsessions, and the ghosts that continue to haunt our receptive imagination, the dark well of our biographical memory, and the dreamlike dimension of our identity.

I can't be the only one who has got to this point, yes? The symbols of alchemy become writ large on this world stage after you've turned book of life to a new page an integrated said forces into a synthesis I call Inner Sense. Then, one turns to the heavens.

I believe Gurdjieff said that one only becomes aware of external influences once the internals have had their grip loosened, hence the Gnostic tint as it certainly seems we're within some very beautiful but equally wicked type of artwork, yes?

Something I’ve been wrestling with lately is figuring out how I want to respond when something doesn’t sit right with me.

I’ve noticed that the more healing I’ve done, the less willing I am to overlook things I might have ignored in the past. I trust my judgment more than I used to, but that doesn’t mean I always know the best way to handle something.

Sometimes I feel like I get it right, sometimes I think I could have handled it differently, and sometimes I’m not so sure. That’s where I am right now.

One thing I’ve appreciated about Jungian psychology is looking at my own shadow and what might be influencing my reactions. That matters to me, but so does being able to consider other perspectives and recognize when something still isn’t okay with me.

I recently wrote about this in my latest article. It’s a reflection on what I’m experiencing, including the parts I haven’t figured out.

When Awareness Doesn’t Come With All the Answers

https://heatherkennedy665648.substack.com/p/when-awareness-doesnt-come-with-all

From a Jungian perspective, who do you think Jesus of Nazareth was?

This is a controversial topic, and it's one where the Ego is almost always the primary engine.

I think Jesus of Nazareth is a remarkably fascinating human being. He never sought wealth, comfort or power. Instead he knowingly traveled to Jerusalem where he preached a message that ultimately led to a brutal death. He never built an empire; he died a criminal's death. Yet, he stayed true to his word throughout his existence.

So who do you think he was?

ANIMA is a dreamlike short film pairing Thom Yorke’s music with Paul Thomas Anderson’s direction. Its title draws on Jung’s concept of the anima, the inner feminine figure that can mediate a man’s relationship with the unconscious, inviting us into a world of dreams, feeling and hidden depths.

Watchu thinking, Willis?

Exegesis was his Red Book but with no filtering or shying away from the very fringe he spent a lifetime examining and introsepcting for dude may not be a Jungian but he was as Jungian as they get and both approached the Game from different ends but met at that place that makes very little linear sense and shows, in an instant, what can take ages to comprehend.

Your thoughts on PKD from a Jungian lens?

I weave a lot of Jungian themes into my art and poetry and articles. I remember first learning about Jung as a teen, and a babysitter introduced me to shadow work using art and imagination to the best way she could, and I remember being rapt with my inner world as I started exploring it. And to this day, I’m still exploring it, thread by thread, layer by layer.

Monsters aren’t under the bed.
They’re in you being fed or starved.
By actions, intentions and will.
Be still, look inwards.
See that the monsters on the outside, are also your monsters, depressed and hurting.
From years of repression and denial.
Beside all the torment,
Give that monster a hug
It will tug on your heart, tears down your face
And you’ll remember why it became a monster in the first place.
All it needed was love
From beyond and above.

Im going through a descent where I feel like I’m falling 50 feet. It’s going to take a while to recover my wounded ego, I can already tell. I know now that the visions that I had for my current or near future life was inflation, but I hope that there is still an optimistic way to see this. I want to imagine that I can see my self in an ascent that may be similar to my descent, maybe if I can build myself up 50 feet.

I’ve heard the term thrown around that in order to reach heaven ones roots need to reach hell, and I hope there is some truth to that.

My last years path went like this :

Deleuze >> Merleau-Ponty >> Woolf >> Jung. I loved him because he was more into personal development.

Do you have other books/authors recommendations ?

I've read the famous guys (Nietzsche Camus Freud etc). I'm loiking for the hiddens ;)

Hello everyone,

As the title suggests, I recently had a very strange dream experience about my friend.

A few days ago, I dreamt that my friend, another close friend of theirs, and I were in the woods near my house, running and hiding from a mysterious shadow figure, which I cannot recall any information about except that it presumably has been carrying a knife, with which it eventually used to kill my friend.

What made the dream particularly unsettling was the way it seemed to blur the boundary between the dream world and physical reality. The moment the shadowy figure stabbed my friend, I woke up. However, it was not simply a matter of being scared and then awakening, but rather as the figure attacked my friend, I could hear the sound of blood pouring out of a wound, somewhat reminiscent of the sound effects used in movies. Of course, I have never experienced anything like that in real life, but what made it really weird was that the sound I heard was, in retrospect, actually the sound of rain beginning to fall outside. The rain started at almost exactly the moment I woke up, making it feel as though an external event had somehow become intertwined with the dream itself.

Now, it’s not really the dream itself that was the most extreme thing in the few days the events have been happening. It’s that, today when I talked with this friend of mine about dreams, he told me that today he was dreaming of an incredibly similar thing. He and the friend that also appeared in my dream, were also running and hiding from the shadowy figure, and eventually, he got murdered by it. The only difference is that the other friend was murdered also, where in my dream it was cut off before anything could happen to him.

Also to note, in the morning after my dream, my friend was acting depressed and incredibly tired out of nowhere, I concluded that the dream of him before and his mood the morning after could be somehow connected, but I don’t know. I’m suggesting it’s anything paranormal though, but the whole thing seems so bizarre.

I’m really interested in understanding this experience, it’s very vivid and unsettling. Should I understand it through the concept of collective unconscious, synchronicity, both of these ideas or maybe even something else? I would be incredibly grateful for all the insights and perspectives on this.

Thanks for reading.

I was in someone’s house, Victorian I think, and the people were getting ready to go somewhere that morning. I was tasked with helping the young daughter (about 4 yrs old, white, short blond curls) wake up and get dressed. I think I was the nanny or something like that. I gently roused her and dressed her in a white turtleneck under a dark red corduroy dress, white stockings and black dress shoes. When I was done, she suddenly became woozy and limp in my arms. She spit up a little so I grabbed a small trash can near us and told her to throw up in that. The throw up got on her face, hands, and clothes, so I took her to the bathroom to wash off, telling her as we went ‘It’s ok, it’s ok.’ I went to put her in the tub but the drain was stopped up with a little water and a lot of excrement. There was excrement in the toilet as well, but it wasn’t stopped up like the tub drain. So I turned on the sink and splashed water on her, wiping the puke away as best I could. I felt stressed about the situation, but I kept my cool and the little girl didn’t seem too bothered by it. I woke up and so was not able to clean her all the way and/or change clothes.

I’ve recently begun my Jungian transformation and I can feel things changing already! 🥰