Saturday

Dream Journal - 3/30/2013 & "The Shadow: Carl Jung's Solution to Evil"

So last night, I had an amazing dream. The kind of dream that you know hit on something buried and forgotten.

I was a member of the human race when the apocalypse hit. The sun dimmed and clouded over, until darkness covered the land. During the blackout, we humans morphed into apes. Every last one of us.

The technology was still around, so we had our ipods and smart phones.

There, across the landscape, were small huddles of apes, gazing into the bright screen of an Ipod or Blackberry, Samsung Galaxy or Android. They huddled beneath blankets and I was alone under mine. I took out my phone and the screen lit up, it was then that a roaming monkey (attracted by the light) came over to me. I quickly turned off the phone, and hid myself under the blanket, much like a kid does to escape the monsters he perceives to be in his room.

The monkey shook me and growled, trying to get in, but I just stayed under the blanket, hoping it would go away. Then, I woke up.


So, the above excerpt may seem like just a dream to most of you, but in truth, all of our dreams are "the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul..." - Carl G. Jung.

Dr. Jung did extensive work on dream interpretation, and those who want to learn how to interpret a dream, I'd suggest you use Jung's method, which can be found here: 
http://dreamanalysis.info/index.php/2011/02/dream-analysis-principles/

In a dream such as mine, there is a presence felt that could only be attributed to what Jung called "The Shadow". (For those who are unfamiliar with this term, read more here and here.)


The Shadow is basically the aspects of the psyche that we are not proud of. It's the parts of ourselves we wish we didn't have, and try our utmost to erase. Because these aspects of ourselves are so unwanted, we consciously forget them, and begin to "project" them onto others.

This comes in the form of judgement; labeling people as "immoral", "intolerant", "bad", "evil", etc.  Any time we make these judgements about others, the reason for our doing so is because we are actually lashing out against ourselves. The parts of ourselves that we aren't proud of are what we are attacking.

For example, let us say there is a certain man who is the beacon of fairness and decency. He tries his best to be helpful to others, and is kind, caring, compassionate, and only thinks of others. When he sees someone acting selfish, he immediately lashes out in a rage or spiteful spirit, condemning them as selfish and evil, claiming "people like that are what's wrong with the world".

Now, if we use our knowledge of homo sapiens, things begin to make sense:

The human being is selfish by nature, this is a survival instinct. In the case of a person who sees this as a "bad" or "immoral" thing, we can easily see how they are simply repressing their own human nature, and lashing out when they see it in another person's behavior. In truth, the man is not attacking the person he sees, he is attacking the part of himself he is suddenly reminded of.

Sadly, because of repression, people often lash out in sudden and often violent ways. The man I described above was actually written about in a newspaper a few months back. Everyone who talked about him had nothing but good things to say. He was the kindest, noblest man they had ever met, and couldn't imagine him harming a fly. It was quite the shock, then, when he went on a shooting spree killing several people.

Why did this happen? Because The Shadow finds a way to express itself. It's part of us, after all, and it does not appreciate being ignored and condemned. Like children who misbehave for attention, The Shadow emerges at the most inconvenient times to make it's presence felt, hoping we will no longer ignore it. Unfortunately, what most people do is repress it even further. Beating themselves up for the outburst, and condemning themselves for it, making The Shadow even more repressed, and eventually, more desperate to emerge. It's a vicious cycle.


So, what can we do to free ourselves from this dark force of nature? The answer is actually simple:

We accept it.

The next time we catch ourselves lashing out against a person or situation or anything that makes us feel that sick stomach and start to condemn things, take a step back. Realize that you are really only lashing out against yourself, and that whatever it is that upsets you is normal, that everybody is that way, and that you accept the fact that it is part of yourself.

A simple phrase I like to use is this (using the selfish example):

"I accept the fact that I am selfish. I accept the fact that other people are selfish and that this is normal."

Like I said, you do this whenever you encounter your Shadow, and that's it. The more you accept yourself, the more freedom you will find.



So, what does this have to do with my dream? Well, in our dreams, The Shadow is plainly visible. It is most often a character or feeling that we are either afraid of, trying to get away from, ashamed of, trying to hide, or trying to destroy. Unlike in waking life, the unconscious is free to roam and exert it's direct influence in our dreams. It is most often showing us what we do in waking life that we are not aware of.

In my dream, the element that I sensed is undoubtedly a part of myself that I am hiding from in waking life. The unconscious has shown it to me, and with further study and interpretation of the dream using the above method, I should be able to figure it out. Once I do that, I'll be one step closer to being whole.

Keep in mind that incorporating our Shadow is a life-long process, as there will always be parts of ourselves we don't like. 

Hope this article has helped in some way, and I wish you well. Take care.

Thursday

The Ghost's an Illusion.

I got to the end of my rope 
And hit the ground. 

I stood up, 
And the rope was dangling above me 
With my ghost in it's coils. That left me 
Nothing 
To forget. So 
I dusted myself off, 
And went to the other side of the room. 

She was standing across from me, 
And it was here 
That we merged 
As one. 

The ghost was an illusion. If I could only 
Have known, I would never 
Have jumped, but now that I'm here, I 
Have to get my bearings. 

It's an abnormal thing 
To be standing when you've just died. But that's what he did: 
He killed me, and is now 
Better for it.

Wednesday

The Girl and the Artist.

She was the hottest girl in school, though she belonged to the graduating class. One more year and it was off to college, where she continued to fair well, even against the senior women. Within the first few months, she enrolled in the swimming club, gymnastics, and became a cheerleader for the football team.
 

Never without a crowd to hang out with, she developed a strong intuition for dealing with people, and switched majors from business to psychology, which is where she met him.

He was an artist but went to the library frequently where she often studied. His first glimpse of her burned itself in his mind. 


She glowed like the early spring's morning dew, 
Capturing the sun. 

She seemed to call to him, and he drifted to her table like a man in a trance.

They locked eyes, but not before he noticed her make-up.

"Hi." he said, studying her.

"...hi..." she almost asked. She was about to look back at her books when he sat down.

"I'm Josh."

"I'm Claire." she replied.

"What are you studying Claire?"

And from there, a conversation was formed. She told him of her dreams to become a child psychologist, her passion for the mind, the need for a better world, and how it could all change if only the youth of tomorrow were helped before it was too late.

He asked her out, and they met by the Freyung fountain later that night.

The air was warm, though the smell of fall was in the air.

They walked along the walkways until sitting down on the fountain's ledge.

"... so if I could help someone, maybe they'd be able to be free in some way." she explained.

He simply smiled, and pulled her hair back over her ear. Then he leaned in, and they kissed. As she pulled away, blushing, he splashed her.


"Hey!" she laughed, and splashed him back.

"You don't have to be afraid." he said.

"I'm not." she replied, looking deep into his eyes.

"I mean of the water." he said as he splashed her again.

"Ahhh!" she shrieked, laughing again. "You're so mean!"

He chased her around the fountain until they crashed into one-another's arms. After a few minutes of passion, he leapt from her arms and dunked his head in the water. She could scarcely breathe as he remained under the water for what seemed like an eternity.


A few seconds later, he pulled out and shook himself off like a dog.

She laughed hysterically.

"Now you try." he smiled.

Before she could voice her protests, he splashed her with a wave, and her head was soaked.

"What the fuck?!" She laughed, "Are you trying to drown me?"

"No," he smiled, "I'm trying to save you."

He embraced her again and as they kissed, he did his best to rub her make-up off.

"Woah, what are you doing?" she gasped.

"You look better without it." he became still.

The world seemed to stop.

"You mean it?" she didn't believe him, not even for a second, but she wanted to. She wanted to so much...

He came close, so very close, and gazed into her eyes.

"Yes."

From then on she didn't wear any make-up. It was the condition. If they were to be together, he insisted she celebrate her truthful beauty.

At first, she was delighted, but as time went on, her friends began to diminish. She wasn't as popular as she once was, and all her girlfriends wanted to be part of the "in" crowd, not to mention the crowd that attracted guys.

Guys didn't look at her as much any more, and they didn't treat her as royally as she was once accustomed too.

Even Josh seemed to be losing interest in her, and then, one day, he told her it was over.

"...but Josh, please! What did I do?" she was near tears.

"It's just time to move on." he said as he packed his bag.

"Why? Why can't I come with you?"

He just glanced at her and kept packing.

She was distraught, and slumped on the corner of the bed.

As he moved to the door, she leapt at him and clung to his shirt as if for dear life.

"Claire..." he started, but she began sobbing into his neck.

"What am I gonna do? Who's left for me? I don't know what to do Josh."

He rubbed her shoulders, thinking to himself. After a moment he let her go.

"Wear make-up." he said, and then he was gone.

Friday

My Impression Is...



My Impression Is...

O’er the candled things did float
The singular last remnant of hope.
Long whittled away by time
Had it been
As it clung to the wall
On the side of the beam. Till at last
It could no longer be ignored,
So dropped it was
To the flame below.

It rode the heat,
And swirled around,
Then at last the flame caught it
Before it touched the ground; and the fire,
For a time,
Burned brighter.


Wednesday

Item 4: Remember to Stop and Smell the Roses.

Dancing Snow.

So today on my way home
It was snowing, 
And the snow bounced on the windshield. 
Having my defroster on, 
The window was warm; and as the snow bounced, 
It melted. 

Tiny droplets of water 
Landed 
On the other side of the initial impact. 
I simply watched in amazement. How many little incidences 
Like that occur every day 
Right under our noses 
And we don't even notice? 

Life isn't just a thing, 
It's alive.


Monday

Law of the Jungle or: Bridging the Gap Between Beast and Man.

Hello all, what's happening? Hope your weekend went well.

Today I'm excited to share a long-time dream of mine. One that I would definitely like to accomplish in my lifetime, and one that I think would be a milestone in history. Basically, I want to become the Alpha Male of a tribe of Chimpanzees in the Congo. 


Now you're probably thinking that I've either watched one too many Planet of the Apes films, or that I'm just plain crazy, but think of the historical significance such an accomplishment would hold! Not to mention the scientific interest. Rest assured, I know it would be no easy feat, but I've pretty much got it figured out. 

There are only 2 possible ways I can think of going about this:

1. Move My Way up the Grooming Line.


Near as I can tell, a large part of Chimpanzee social interaction and status depends on an individual's ability to groom another chimp. When grooming begins, entire line-ups of chimps can form in which each tends to the other chimp's needs. From what I understand, the chimp on the end who is grooming but not being groomed is of lowest status, and the chimp at the front who is being groomed but not doing any grooming is of highest status.
All I have to do is join a group and take my place at the end, move my way up through the line until I am at the front. This approach is more time-consuming, but I believe it is safest and would form the most stable trust between the chimps and myself, which would be invaluable in maintaining my control over the community.


2. Defeat the Current Alpha Male in a Fight to the Death.


This one is far more risky, and I'm not even sure it would work. But the idea is to enter the tribe of monkeys, identify the alpha, and in a grand display of finesse, agility, and brute strength, kill him with the majority of the community as my witness. I would need years of strength and combat training to even attempt it, and even then, after killing the alpha, there's a big chance the chimps would just revert to a second-in-command, and kill me on the spot. They would most likely see my attack as an attack on the group rather than the one, so I am not in favor of this idea at all.





So there you have it. The 2 best ideas I could come up with.

There is, of course, a chance that I could die on the way to the monkey tribe. I could be eaten alive by animals, or cannibals. But then, maybe that's another way to go about this. I could start small, you know, on the outskirts of the Congo. Take over a tribe of Parakeets or something. Move a bit further inland and take over a pack of Hyenas, move a bit further inland, take over a tribe of cannibals, and so on. Either way, the journey would be a dangerously exciting one. Putting myself at the elements of nature where no mistake goes un-punished. The reward, however, would be immense. A permanent place in history, the personal achievement of surviving the wild, and the love and respect of 50 or so Chimpanzees. They are our brothers, after all. I think it's time we reach out and integrate our two cultures. I'm sure there is much we could learn from one another.


Friday

Exotic Radio.

What up peeps?

So I've been sick lately, which is why there have been no new posts.

Let's not dwell on the negative however.

So, today is Friday! And yes, I'm excited for the weekend. My brother goes to Toronto film school by train tomorrow and I'm gonna see him off. Exciting stuff. As for me, I'm listening to


it was sent to me by someone I don't even know! But they said it seemed to embody the photoshoot I had done and I'll tell you what, they're right! Great song for a great person.

 Just a little bow... picture for ya.

Anyhow, the real reason I came here tonight is to mention that there are some amazing radio programs on at all hours of the day. Why, just today, as I'm driving home from work, I turn the dial to 97.4fm and what do I hear? What indeed! Asian broadcasting! And that's not all, Asian music as well. If I had to guess, I'd say Chinese, but it could be Japanese, Korean, who knows? At any rate, the music was amazing. It had lyrics but wasn't pop. It was almost a 1940's kinda Sinatra feel only with Asian soul.

Listening to this music I realized one thing: the Asians have HUGE hearts. Much bigger than we give them credit for. Most of the time we focus on their intelligence, book smarts and all that, but the Asian soul is the same one that figured out Zen Buddhism among other forms of enlightened thought. Listening to that music today I felt so connected. Heck, maybe I'm an Asian-incarnate?

Now I've looked for the kinds of songs I heard today on youtube for you to hear what I'm talking about, but it's all either Asian Pop, Asian Traditional/Classical, or Asian Covers of English songs. Truly sad, as you really do need to hear it to see what I mean. Oh well, guess some things are meant to stay hidden.

Have a good weekend.