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Guest Posts {9} ~ Making the Unconscious Conscious ~ A Higher Calling

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This is a guest post from LaDonna Remy ~ http://perspectiveontrauma.com

From the writings of Carl Gustav Jung.

“Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.” ~ Carl G. Jung

Knowing and accepting oneself, fully, is a life’s work. One in which making the unconscious conscious, as Jung so eloquently states, in the above quote, is the real work in understanding and having direction in our lives.

This is not an easy journey. For Jung this meant finding one’s individual purpose in life. This individuation comes through gaining an understanding of one’s life story (that which lives in our personal unconscious) and further understanding that we are interconnected, as a people, and driven by forces held within our collective unconscious or collective conscience.

If you’re on a journey to know your own self (as Jung theorized is the purpose of this life) reading his sometimes mind bending and always thought-provoking work is a good companion in this process. Jung’s work and philosophies are deeply fascinating as they appear to merge the mystical and analytical to support one’s journey toward both understanding the self and contributing to a better world.

Carl Jung is one of the most influential and well-respected voices in analytic psychology. In reading his memoir (Memories, Dreams, Reflections) his courage and belief in doing (and living) what he believed was right, even in the face of incredible adversity, is evident.
Jung spoke of the soul (in part) as our center and the holder of unconscious material. The material found in the collective unconscious, that we are each born to our lifetime with. (Our ancestral and societal experiences). He believed that we receive messages from our unconscious that directs us in the process of individuation or finding our purpose. (In essence our higher calling.)

He recognized in his work and his writings (almost to the demise of his reputation and career) that there are larger internal and external forces at work in our lives. Further that these forces contain polarity. (Good and evil, difference and sameness, effectiveness and ineffectiveness’, beauty, and ugliness, etc.) It is this polarity that we must wrestle with, often unbeknownst to us, as we ideally find and live our purpose. This in turn, through outward manifestation, creates a better society for all.

He saw this process as identifying and accepting the polarity (good/evil) within us (through both our personal and collective history) as our work. An integration of our shadow, so to speak. It is in understanding the conflict between the poles, found here, and consciously wrestling with and choosing (for example) good over evil that we come to know and live our purpose or higher calling.

We could easily succumb to the less difficult path by not questioning or by going along with the larger masses or status quo. Within this process we unwittingly lend ourselves to further individual and collective pain. Believing this is fated. We simply accept and never struggle with the questions of our part in creating our own inner turmoil and the collective outward effects this has on the larger world.
In his memoir, Jung wrote of this process (the process of wrestling with and integrating our personal and collective shadow) stating “Such a conflict always presupposes a higher sense of responsibility”.

Jung, born in 1875, was exploring and beginning to share his theories in the early 1900’s. A time when psychiatry and psychology were in their infancy. His exploration over time (of this internal world) engaged and incorporated the work of theology, mythology, alchemy, dream analysis, symbolism, synchronicity, individuation, archetypes, paradoxical dilemma, world cultures and practices, thoughts on life after death, intuition/mediumship, and depths of the individual human psyche and collective consciousness.

It would have been easy for him to have gone along with the influential thinking of his time (where asylums were a predominate form of treatment) thankfully he did not. He explored the vast world of his clients and his own internal and ancestral self, incorporating the above ideologies, against considerable backlash. His work and personal journey gave us a much deeper and broader understanding of the human journey.
His contribution has been profound, much more detailed than what can be written here, and when understood lends much to individual and societal growth.

In one of his last writings (in 1959 prior to his passing in 1961) he summed his thinking on this matter very clearly in stating the following. “Today humanity as never before, is split into two apparently irreconcilable halves. The psychological rule says that when an inner situation is not made conscious, it happens outside, as fate. That is to say; when the individual remains undivided and does not become conscious of his inner contradictions, the world must per force act out the conflict and be torn into opposite halves”.

As written about, in previous posts, the current state of our world could be understood within Jungian concepts as could answers to many of the struggles we face individually and collectively. One would believe a considerable change might occur if we each struggled with our part, looking deeply into the eye of our own and our society’s history, and worked diligently to hold our self (through conscious thought and action) and in turn our society to the highest standard of accountability for the collective good of all citizens.

As always, I will add resources at the end of this article.

Deepest care and highest respect,
LaDonna

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Treatment Referral Helpline: (1-877-726-4727)
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Resources:

Website: https://www.facebook.com/JungianSynchronicity

Books:
Jung Carl G. and Jaffe’ Aneila: Memories, Dreams, Reflections.
Jung Carl G: The Red Book.
Jung Carl G: Modern Man in Search of a Soul.

Documentary:
Whitney, Mark. Matter of Heart.

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Guest Posts {8} ~ Shamanic Sleep

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This is a guest post from SoloOnTheRocx ~ http://soloontherocx.com

Do we die

When we sleep?

Destined to live

A life on repeat?

To start anew

When we wake?

Given the breath of life

With each day break?

Are you dying

From terminal disease?

Giving yourself to cosmic energies

In search of relief?

Are you dying

To dream of another world?

Found in collective unconscious

Among infinite possibilities to behold

Will you die

When you fall asleep?

Returning to the dream

Of the cosmic self beneath?

Will you be reborn

When you wake?

Curious to the path

Your soul will take?To see more of this writer’s work: http://soloontherocx.com

Guest Posts {7} ~ All There Whatever Holds

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This is a guest post from This Engrained Heart ~ http://thisengrainedheart.com

I walk to the house of Magic,
She welcomes me with her enchantment,
And an aisle from it cords of the house of Magic,
To the house of Miracle, all herein secrets,
And all therein whatever holds all secrets,
Heather, both of it are connecting,
Well, there I am within.

Fantasy

He goest to seest me with his strength,
Then hither ye watch me with thy faith,
Then she as thine who lovest ye so much,
And we must witness whatever reacts
Ye of thine whatever belongs ye of mind,
But life itself is not thy, for it is everyone.

Fantasy

They send such wealth to my balance,
Thank you said a Deaf person, also civilian,
Such is word comforts me with ease,
Sour sweets, then thee seek me,
And I share the sky of abundance,
Whereas ye seek of my inner world,
I offer ye of my gratitude from the house,
Of fantasy
Then when ye step
Into thy soul book
You might be
Completely different

Fantasy

Victory takes me to the power of my inner world,
And she leaves me herein then I seek the Miracle,
Magic, here I am with Victory, she smiles so lightly,
Then Poetry said to me, thee use such simple words,
But hither, ye thither whatever riddles of thine,
And Victory.

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Guest Posts {6} ~ You Deserve To Be Yourself

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This is a guest post from Taruchaya ~ https://taruchaya.wordpress.com

There may be certain times
when you want to drown your inner voice.
And all other discordant noises
of those we can’t ignore by choice.
There’s a battle of emotions,
somewhere dark and deep inside.
Though you desperately want to revolt
but are meticulously moulded to abide.
Why are you so utterly weak while
there are countless others who fight?
Why be so pitifully submissive,
when you know you are right?
You ain’t a saint worshipped on an altar.
You ain’t a blasphemous sinner.
An idealistic race no longer exists
to declare a loser or winner.
Your silence is not a fatal flaw…
people aren’t conditioned to hear.
They only listen to what they want-
silence is something they fear.
Its okay to dread your own thoughts.
Its okay to not want to hear oneself.
You can curl back into your cocoon.
You deserve to be yourself!

© Taruchaya

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Guest Posts {5} ~ Hop Song

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This is a guest post from Woodsy ~ https://woodsydotblog.wordpress.com

Not many people knew about my romance with Fawn. We kept it wrapped up secret in a little pendant which neither of us took off, guarded by one of those secret floral combinations that the old forest scribes used to write into flower petals.

Not that most people would have been interested enough to break the code.

You’d think, given the nature of our relationship, that we’d have been the talk of the town back then, given the way we used to hop everywhere like a couple of demented cartoon bunnies.

Surprising, though, most people seemed unable or unwilling to see us, hopping down the street, hopping through the supermarket aisles, hopping into all the little offices where all the little regulations were implemented in an attempt to frame our lives in more static terms.

We hopped through phone calls from people who had better ideas about what we should be doing with our lives.

We hopped through conversations where people explained what was wrong with the world and why society would start to function so much better if people learned to sit still in chairs.

We listened to people for whom life was all about money and responsibility and special lenses (available at a discount through mail order catalogues) that allowed you to twist and shift the light around you, so that people only saw the most appropriate use of time and finance and effort when they were scrutinising your files.

We hopped down filthy alleys, looking for things we’d been forced to throw away and would probably never find again.

We hopped love circles ’til our feet bled, usually around people who wept and smiled every time they saw us, and showered us with kisses and made us stumble, then hauled us back to our feet and pushed us out the door in the hope that our hop dance might leave a kinder rhythm on the world’s stale air.

Most of the time, we would never see such people again. Or if we did, there would be only the tiniest specks of recognition, damp behind eyes in which all the lights had been turned off.

We hopped through the woods, over soft mossy carpets and dry bark trampolines and up the side of massive trees.

We hopped along beaches, tapping out a shell-crunch drumbeat against the bolder melodies of the tide and splattering phosphorescent fireworks in the roaring air as the spray bounced off our bouncing bodies.

We hopped over each other’s skin, stretching as we did so, opening up places that had lingered unspoken and undiscovered in our consciousness. We punctuated each other’s aches and passions with our secret bunny-foot choreography, and entire galaxies began to tremble at the pulsating warmth of our embrace.

We sang so deep and so wild, the Universe still talks about us over coffee and burnt-out stars.

Right now, however, I just walk a lot, generally through places I don’t want to be, waiting for the moment when I can’t take any more and the little hopping backpack in the corner of my room becomes too heavy to ignore.

The phrase “I wish I could help you” echoes everywhere.

But what they really wish is that the hopping would stop.

I have Fawn’s heartbeat locked in a pendant. I have the snores of sleeping galaxies in my feet. I have words that bounce along the ripples of lakes like stones skimming across a page. Every time they tear the rhythm out of me, I unlock my secret place and claw a piece of it back.

But sometimes, in the middle of all their probes and prods, I start to hate it too.

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Guest Posts {4} ~ M I N D Says #01

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This is a guest post from Dattatraya ~ http://mindcaremagic.com

M I N D refered here is obviously Subconscious MIND! It has been mentioned and we all know that, we have two Minds. Normal or Outer or Sensible i.e. Conscious and Silent or Inner or Insensible i.e. Subconscious MIND. Conscious never says anything! On the contrary it acts and gets the things done! It doesn’t have any willingness to say or listen. ( to subconscious or to me) It has no patience! It knows only itself! Always and forever, insisting on it’s plans! It has no concern, for the future but worried and concerned about, only present tense!

Now, MIND, which can say something, to me ( to my normal Mind ) is the Subconscious M I N D! This MIND is realistic! This MIND is having knowledge of each and everything! Maybe relationship, maybe person, maybe situation, maybe difficulty or problem of life or Maybe fate of myself! We need not touch to the Entity : SOUL here. But if SOUL is there and is in action, Subconscious MIND is the representative of SOUL! This MIND, always and often, is in stable condition! This MIND never misses, it’s duty and Responsibility! Obviously and Naturally, Subconscious MIND, has to Say whatever is best, necessary and required!

Very well known and always turned down ( by me: Conscious Mind ) First ‘SAY’ of Subconscious MIND is :

” T H I N K! ” or ” THINK BEFORE YOU ACT! “!

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Guest Posts {3} ~ Ikigai ~ My Story Of Embracing Change

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This is a guest post from Malaika ~ https://smilinglittlethings.wordpress.com

Hello everyone, this post is all about how I applied this book’s secret in my life and how my life was impacted by it.

I read Ikigai, The Japanese Secret to a long and happy life during the start of this year and decided to apply its wisdom to my life. The books takes us close to being more organic and simple minded. It talks about how Japanese are able to live a long and a happy life by finding their Ikigai.

The first habit I changed about myself was getting up really late and then rushing myself in the morning. Now as many of the centenarians in the Japan do, I get up early though not very early but early enough to witness the birds chirping on the tree, notice how the first rays of sun have entered my home. I look at my plants how new leaves are unfolding, are my plants happy or sad, for which I never had any time before. Here I embrace the concept of living unrushed morning.

The second habit that I developed is about eating right by adding less but diverse food in terms of color and nutritional value. Japanese are said to eat 80% of their hunger and they eat more vegetables, fruits, rice and legumes. There is also a concept known as micro flow in the book which asks us to find flow in mundane thing. I prepare food with love every morning with the intention of making the best wholesome food for my family to find that micro flow. I try to remain as organized as I can and hence find meaning in cleaning and decluttering my house.

The third beautiful habit that I inculcated over the past three months is going outside every evening with the intention of soaking more nature, marvel the changing colors of the skies during sunset, move my body a little daily. The book lays a lot of emphasis on moving your body throughout the day as against one hour rigorous exercise at the gym. I realized that when you add some meaning to your daily activities you are able to add them to your routines without making them monotonous. I also practice Suryapranam in the morning and do few breathing exercises. This is how I keep my body moving.

The fourth change that I made in my life because of this book was being more social and trying to live in community helping people , making friends. Though I will not say that suddenly now I am at the heart of a social circle, but yes now I have few people who know me in my society, I have few people to say hello to, smile at them help them in contrast to my earlier life of me, Netflix ,malls, shopping. Also now I talk to my parents almost daily on the phone, message my relatives and old friends every now and then. Now I am more open to people around me and I found every one seeks connection and spread smiles besides all other things It makes me feel more grounded and grateful.

The fifth change that I really love is The book asks us to do some “mental work out ” on a daily basis. It says that , a healthy mind and a healthy mind are both very important so we should challenge ourselves into learning new things daily keeping our capacities in mind. I learned how to use my Nikon Dslr, also brushed off the dust from my guitar to learn more and more and it brought me immense joy.

My final thoughts or Where the crux of this book lies is that If you align your lifestyle with how Japanese lived, you will surely find your purpose or your Ikigai. For me I never thought of creating a blog ever but happened to create it. Following the Ikigai wisdom all the background noise from my life silently disappeared and I realized how blissful our lives can become if we surrender ourselves to the present moment.

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Guest Posts {2} ~ High Windows & Rainbows

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This is a guest post from Woodsy ~ https://woodsydotblog.wordpress.com

Can you beat away their anger with a stick?

Can you make their pain irrelevant
by being condescending to it?

Can you stop an avalanche
by moving out of the danger zone,
securing your walls
and ignoring those you left behind?

Can you do these things
and still expect people drenched in the truth of
open rain
to buy into the lie of your colour schemes?

Apparently, you think you can.

Apparently,
there is no fertile ground
between the river gullies,
sweeping away the songs of souls
too
tender for your storm guards to allow.

It’s such an old and weary story now,

played out in so many countries,
in so many textures…
on the canvas
of so many people’s

pointlessly zeroed and pageless lives.

Truth through your lens
can stretch and stitch itself
into any weave that fits –

truth in the cheap seats
holds no such
certainty
for me.

Rainbows
look so falsely glossed and phoney now –

ever since you stole them
from their phantom
halfway house
behind the sky,

dressed up the wounds behind a cosmic crash site of an eye

and made them your message
and your brush

to paint over the pain of broken bones
in river beds,
airbrush the bloodstains

and pretend
that a life dissolving in despair

was a life not earned.

Rainbows
used to be so soft,

so fuzzy and formless,
in their half-drawn arcs…
colours tattered on the ragged blades of clouds…

falling like half-glimpsed fingers in the rain,
simply
to caress your eyes
with the echoes of those storms you’ve walked through

and leave some part of your soul to float

here with the rootless truth of river songs and floods.

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Guest Posts {1} ~ Authentic Colors

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This is a guest post from Spiritual Fantasia ~ http://spiritualfantasia.com

Your Light source gleams

Beyond the limits of the mind!

Find the freedom,

To let it shine!

There might be pressure to

Cut yourself with harsh lines,

And box yourself in tight spaces

That can’t fit your size.

Nevertheless, your Light will

Find a way

To shine outside

These lines.

Brighter still

Your Light never dims.

It explodes with colors

And breaks conformity!

To see more of this writer’s work see here: http://spiritualfantasia.com