Friday, August 28, 2015

History Of The Soul

The world exists for the education of each man. There is no age or state of society or mode of action in history to which there is not somewhat corresponding in his life. Everything tends in a wonderful manner to abbreviate itself and yield its own virtue to him. He should see that he can live all history in his own person. He must sit solidly at home, and not suffer himself to be bullied by kings or empires, but know that he is greater than all geography and all the government of the world: He must transfer the point of view from which history is commonly read, from Rome and Athens and London to himself and not deny his conviction that he is the court, and if England or Egypt have anything to say to him, he will try the case; if not, let them forever be silent.

He must attain and maintain that lofty sight where facts yield their secret sense, and poetry and annals are alike. The instinct of the mind, the purpose of nature, betrays itself in the use we make of the signal narrations of history. Time dissipates to shining ether the solid angularity of facts. No anchor, no cable, no fences avail to keep a fact a fact. Babylon, Troy, Tyre, Palestine and even early Rome are passing already into fiction. The Garden of Eden, the sun standing still in Gibeon, is poetry thence forward to all nations. Who cares what the fact was, when we have made a constellation of it to hang in heaven an immortal sign? London, Paris and New York must go the same way. “What is History,” said Napoleon, “but a fable agreed upon.” This life of ours is stuck round with Egypt, Greece, Gaul, England, War, Colonization, Church, Court and Commerce, as with so many flowers and wild ornaments grave and gay. I will not make more account of them. I believe in Eternity. I can find Greece, Asia, Italy, Spain and the Islands; the genius and creative principle of each and of all eras in my own mind.


Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote those words in his 1842 essay, History. If Emerson was physically alive today what would he think of the world we created in our minds? The world is a melting pot of distorted principles and self-absorbed convictions, and they are growing in the septic tank of monetary self-indulgence. We turn the history of our soul over to the money lords, and praise their selfishness. We hail our political kings and Knight the bureaucratic fanatics that snidely slash our freedom with swords of incompetence. We grant them God-speed. But we forget that God has no speed in a fabricated legal system organized by a hierarchy of fools.

Churches push the boundaries of truth as the judgmental cries of evangelical hypocrites try to separate the inseparable. We have lost our will to choice for ourselves and our minds are drowning in the bilge of uncertainty. Our minds sit on the shoulders of a choking planet that cries for a few clean breathes of air, but our organized self-destruction is bringing the planet and us to our knees. Our minds are starving, and our will is bending under the forceful claims of the wealthy corporations that serve the stone and forget the air. We are in hell, and we keep stoking the flames.

As Emerson points out, we live a fable and then relive it. We push the envelope of sanity and then lick the stamps of insanity. The taste of peace wallows in the powder-keg of vengeance and we kill what can’t be killed in order to appease our history.

We are nothing if we are not together in mind and spirit. The genius and the creative spirit that is the history of the soul is crying for justice. The justice of knowing all of this is a dream we choose to live. But dreams change when we are not servants to distorted images and when we take back our rightful place in this dream the history of the soul changes with us.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Body Less Journeys

Do we ever understand what we think? We understand only such thinking as is a mere equation and from which nothing comes out but what we have put in. That is the manner of the intellect. But beyond that there is a thinking in primordial images, in symbols that are older than historical man; which have been ingrained in him from earliest times, and, eternally living, outlasting all generations, still make up the groundwork of the human psyche.

It is possible to live the fullest life only when we are in harmony with these symbols; wisdom is a return to them. It is a question neither of belief nor knowledge, but of the agreement of our thinking with the primordial images of the unconscious.


Carl Jung the 20th-century Swiss psychiatrist, and founder of analytical psychology wrote those thoughts in his 1936 book, Modern Man in Search of a Soul. We only understand the data we perceive. Perceptions are rooted in social and religious data, as well as a plethora of other beliefs, but there are other primordial images that exist within the psyche, and we experience some of them in dreams. Those images may not be in harmony with the ego’s perceptions, but they are in harmony with the various realities we experience in dreams.

We don’t understand what we think in dreams. Dreams are a mishmash of thoughts and experiences that don’t seem real, but they are as real as the experiences we have when awake. When we enter dreams, we have a mission, albeit, a hidden mission. Our mission in dreams is to have experiences while the body consciousness is realigning its energy. These body less experiences give us a chance to “feel” what it is like to function without a body.

We take many journeys without our body. We condition the self to use our physical experiences without being physical, and the result of these journeys is nothing short of amazing. Dreams help us enter realities after we leave the body permanently. Without dreams, we would only know what it’s like to be physical. Dreams remind us what it “feels” like to be eternal.

Sunday, August 9, 2015

In Dreams Consciousness Is The Actor And The Observer

In the beginning, which is really no beginning. The will wants to know itself and consciousness is awakened and with the awakening of consciousness the will is split in two. The one will, whole and complete in itself, is now at once actor and observer. Conflict is inevitable, for the actor now wants to be free from limitations under which he has been obliged to put himself in his desire for consciousness. He has in one sense been enabled to see, but at the same time there is something which he, as observer, cannot see.

D.T. Suzuki the most respected 20th century expert on Far Eastern philosophy wrote those words. Suzuki is talking about the entrance of consciousness into a specific reality. Whenever a reality is entered by consciousness, there are other aspects of consciousness that continue to function in other realities. Dreams are an example of that compound and complex existence. We are all actors in our dreams, and we are also observers. Our consciousness splits into aspects of itself at will. One aspect is free of limitations and another, the observer, wonders why there are no limitations. Both of those aspects of consciousness are aware of every experience as actor and observer, and consciousness absorbs each one. One aspect absorbs the acting role, and the other absorbs the observing role.

If we look at dreams as a reality that has no beginning, we find clues about consciousness itself. We begin to understand that consciousness is not a thing. It is the energy behind all things, and in all things. It is able to form physical elements, and transform the irony within those elements. Consciousness enters dreams and becomes the subject, verb and object as well as the dangling participle that makes no sense but captures all sense. Consciousness forms the physical world and becomes what we want it to be. It is the producer, director, cameraman, writer, actor and audience within that world. It is the main attraction that introduces all other attractions, and we form experiences about it, and within it.

Our consciousness in dreams sets the tone for our physical consciousness. The actor and actors in our dreams give our observing physical consciousness the chance to become an actor that knows that the art of observing is just one role in a series of value-fulfillment achievements in that reality.