Monday, July 12, 2010

The Dream Of The Darkman - The Misdeeds Of Our Dreams Part Two

[Daguerreotype photo of German philosopher, Arthur Schopenhauer. Photo is in the public domain.]

Prologue to Pere's Letter and Dream:

"...In this dream I leap from hill to roof to cliff to church ledge equally at home in the boulevard and the hedge, the city and the valley creche, the height and the hole; I feel something for the mother, her son, the Dame, the human bits and parts parceled and packed, parked under the cobbled streets but the feeling/emotion is remote subjected to the detached overview and perspective of larger Vision/Mission--Impersonal Forces are at work in the World, in humans, too, almost especially so, therefore sentimentality is dangerous - compassion is not - although I cannot stop to comfort or explain (if I know at all) what is going on and wherefore to the Dame of the Manor, the Great Mother. I must to my bags then swiftly fly off to some destination/destiny as yet to be known by the Dark Man though he at least intuitively leans toward that place, unclear destination, a furthering mission..." - Pere Bleubols, excerpted from his letter to the Bishop in which he recounts and speaks of his "Dream Of The Dark Man". Read the blogspot essay for the letter and the dream.

"This God is no longer miles of abstract space away from you in an extra-mundane sphere. This divinity is not a concept in a theological textbook, or in the Bible; it is an immediate thing, it happens in your dreams at night, it causes you to have pains in the stomach, diarrhea, constipation, a whole host of neuroses...If you try to formulate it, to think what the collective unconscious is after all, you wind up by concluding that it is what the Prophets were concerned with; it sounds exactly like some things in the Old Testament. There God sends plagues upon people, he burns their bones in the night, he injures their kidneys, he causes all sorts of troubles. Then you come naturally to the shocking dilemma: Is that really God? Is God a neurosis?...Now that is a shocking dilemma, I admit, but when you think consistently and logically, you come to the conclusion that God is a most shocking problem. And that is the truth, God has shocked people out their wits." -C.G. Jung, Letters Vol. 2, p. 391

"All opposites are of God, therefore man must bend to this burden; and in so doing he finds that God in his "oppositeness" has taken possession of him, incarnated himself in him. He has become a vessel filled with divine conflict." - C.G. Jung, "Answer to Job" in Psychology and Religion: West and East, C.W., 11, par. 659

God has knowledge of the opposites but not the experience of their effect. He has experienced only their peaceful unity...The repressed value contains transformative energies and a consciousness of its own; that to achieve consciousness and discover the nature of one's own inferiority it is at times necessary to go against one's own ego-dominated commandments.
-- Charles Ponce, Working the Soul, pgs. 68-69

This is the fourth essay
focused upon retired Catholic Priest, Pere Bluebols, who, as has been demonstrated, struggles deeply and richly with the meaning of existence, personal and "otherwise." He does not eschew hard questions or living them, preferring to eschew the easier collective "answers" of popular culture and religion. A lonely man, he practices the Presence of God, as well as the Divine Absence through which, truth be told, all humans live, that sacred dialectic psychologically experienced in and between both Presence and Absence-as-Presence. The reader may find the previous three essays on Pere on the blogspot.

For this month's essay on dreams and dream work I eagarly submit for the reader's interest Pere Bluebol's "Dream Of The Dark Man" as not only an indication of one man's personal mythology but also as a meditation upon the transpersonal level of dream work, specifically of shadow work, done not only for one's personal integration and individuation but, as Jung wrote much of, also for healing the evident split in the Western god-image, both good and evil. Jung contends that if each individual struggles to integrate - reclaim shadow projections, both human and divine - into human personality they contribute to the transformation of the as yet to be transformed Western god-image which evolves, as do all god-images everywhere, as humans evolve in consciousness in space and time, meaning, individual, clan, culture and civilization. Here is where personal and divine transformation occurs, from the bottom up, from the dynamic tension between both, both contingent upon the other for some as yet understood yet intuited understanding that, as Sir Eddington once said, "Something, we know not what, is doing something, we know not what."

Thus one can work dreams on three levels; usually in the first and second-intermediate stages of therapy/analytical work the personal dimension of the dream is worked all the while knowing (or not) that the transpersonal (archetypal) dimension is present as foundation from and to which the personal psychological "complexes" express and refer consciously back to, the transpersonal depth dimensions and function of the psyche. This is essentially a religious function, religious here understood etymologically as linking back to original, fructifying, and ultimately mysterious Sources/Forces.

The second-intermediate stage begins to more deeply amplify the dreams from archetypal perspectives as the client progresses in understanding and integration of early personal history. The archetypal layers can be more explicitly drawn upon and amplified to broaden the client's understanding of what can be called their "personal mythology" so-called because their awareness now begins to consciously include and recognize the archetypal, mythic dimensions of their existence, indeed, all existence. Myth is here understood to be archetypal, really real, not the still current understanding of myth as a fictional metaphorical story referring to"nothing but" some non- or less real, merely imaginal idea or thing. Again, the current belief is that the imaginal realm, the imagination, is a product of the ego and not as many have intuited, which Jung and others have emphasized, the more really Real because it derives from the archetypal, ultimately mysterious depths of the collective unconscious. Here one may want to access Bill Moyers and Joseph Campbell's The Power of Myth PBS series - there is also a book - of renown where Campbell clearly and vitally reconnects, which is the function of religion and good psychology, the viewer/reader to the living archetypal dimensions which myths mediate and reconnect us to.

Third level dream work which is already explicated in the latter part of the paragraph above presumes working the personal historical/developmental first and second/intermediate levels of psychological development with consequential growing awareness of the relationship between the personal and transpersonal realms. Holistically, simultaneously, all three levels are present yet the client may be consciously, psychologically living and experiencing one level more than the other two. The therapist's function is to be as aware as possible of and to hold all three levels though the client must experientially work in and through one level to another. This process is more of a linearly moving spiral which honors and acknowledges the presence of personal and collective past as it grows forward in a dialectic of expansion and contraction, of progression and regression in order to incorporate the prior which is foundational to the evolving "new". This therefore presumes that the therapist has and ongoingly submits herself/himself to the continual scrutiny and counsel of the unconscious, the Self, Jung's term for the greater totality of the human psyche, and with some humble, brave and consciously human, all too human others who have worked, and continue to, deeply with the Unconscious, personal and transpersonal. Shadow work is ongoingly paramount throughout all evolutionary stages of individuation. As much as we all wish it otherwise, there is no final transcending of the dialectical, psychological human experience. In fact, Jung immensely has helped us here by illustrating and demonstrating in his work that this "something" which Eddington refers to in the quote above is dependent upon the incarnated human vessel, the all too human individual for Its own "we know not what" but is hinted at in the fact of development and evolution of human consciousness. This "we know not what" is evolving to and has an intrinsic, intimate and co-dependence/co-creative relationship to the material, incarnate realm and it's creatures. I use co-creative here not in the inflated New Age sense of the word which inflates the ego "as a god" and which actually reinforces Freudian psychology's mistake that the divine, the ineffable, is a creation of the ego and not the other way around. Other paragraphs below will go into this more.

To expand and reiterate the stages above, Pere's dream can be worked on a purely personalistic psychological level, the first and second levels, as to what the dream reveals about the this psychic state. Dream interpretation can remain at this level and is always of great practical value for the dreamer. However Jung's as yet to be understood discovery of the archetypal unconscious can also be traced in dreams, as in the one below, for Jung's revolutionary contribution to psychology, one of many, is that every individual psyche is a necessary and sacred vessel for the transformation of none other than God, rather, the God-image. This term refers to the images of God evolved and inherited throughout the evolution of human consciousness as humans began to image what was at first a lasting compelling yet mercurial intuition, that there is more to conscious human existence "than meets the thigh or eye". This "something more" is independent of, objective to the material realm and yet appears to also be a part of (even with its perceived to be/experienced apartness from) incarnate existence, "all creatures," including the human, "here below". To quote the mystic and "all too human" priest/poet Gerard Manley Hopkins, this intuition is that "the world is charged with the grandeur of God like shining from shook foil", that this grandeur is a holy terror and "a shocking problem" for which both earliest and contemporary humans are compelled tremblingly yet boldly to seek, understand, appease and serve. The Western God-image is clearly a split entity, both good and evil, more unconscious than conscious, more a force of nature like a volcano or tempest and yet, and yet...

Jung discovered that individuals struggling with their own part of good and evil are also carrying the tremendous task and burden of that good and evil of and for the "still untransformed God-image". Suffering one's opposites is intimately involved in the transformation of God, as well. Anyone who has truly been gripped by the unconscious, by "God as a trauma", as Jung has characterized, deeply knows that there is no ego inflation in accepting this sacred task. Pere Bluebols dream recounted below depicts this divine duty. The Dark Man of the dream consciously lives to this task albeit never with full comprehension of the immensity of it.

The Dark Man of Pere Bluebol's dream is not inflated. He is not like the popular vampire heroes of current Western movies and books. The current fascination with vampires does reveal a growing intuition of the ideas above, in the fictional and cinematic romanticized vampire images the West is beginning to have a dawning awareness of what Pere Bluebols' Dark Man accomplishes- he is a conscious walker in, between "both worlds" of good and evil, he is light and dark, conscious and unconscious. This work will be accomplished in individuals and in the fullness (and emptiness) of time perhaps the human species will evolve into developed capacities of the "side by side" consciousness as opposed to earliest and still operative "either/or" consciousness. This shall not be accomplished quickly but, rather, thickly and wickedly as our "misdeeds of dreams" are "wicked". Concurrently with popular culture's vampires and gurus, adulterations of Eastern religions in the West find many nouveau Hindus uttering the "namaste" salutation, a sacred Hindu salutation which means, "I salute/bow to the god in you". No harm done in that as far as it goes. What most do not comprehend is that this "god" is also split, good and evil, and a "most shocking problem" (note the thousands of deities and semi-deities in Hinduism which reveals the universal problem of "the one and the many"). Well meant, sincere, naive and glib "namaste" curtsies shall remain one dimensional until one has the capacity to own, wrestle with, and truly integrate the "na-monster" in self, other, and the "god" within you. With Pere Bluebols I bow to the monster in me and you consciously. There has enough serious scholarship the world over regarding human history, the history of human consciousness (which is a history of "god images") and also now has experienced observation and participation with Eastern and other religions' god-images. Although cultural approaches to and expressions of god-images differs widely, the monstrous nature of self, other, and gods are kindred and very much present and active. Why else would scriptures and rituals past and present all around the world beg god and gods to remember their good side?


Now to Pere's letter to the Bishop and the dream of the Dark Man.


For now we see through a glass, darkly;
but then face to face: now I know in part;
but then shall I know even as also I am known.
- I Corinthians 13:12, King James Bible

"Jesus says: "Men indeed think I have come to bring peace to the world. But they do not know that I have come to bring to the world discord, fire, sword, war. Indeed, if there are five (people) in a house, they will become three against two and two against three--father against son and son against father--and they will be lifted up (to the state of) being solitaries."

The end of the passage makes clear the purpose of inciting discord. It is to achieve a solitary condition, the state of being an autonomous individual. This can be achieved only by separation from unconscious identification with others.
- Edward Edinger, Ego and Archetype, pg. 131

"All opposites are of God, therefore man must bend to this burden; and in so doing he finds that God in his "oppositeness" has taken possession of him, incarnated himself in him. He has become a vessel filled with divine conflict." - C.G. Jung, "Answer to Job" in Psychology and Religion: West and East, C.W., 11, par. 659

Dearest Bishop D'Boue
[Boue means mud in French],

Thank you for the subscription to the science journal. I reread your letter with great relish and with great appreciation for the tremendous patience you have with my ongoing battles 'twixt and 'tween heaven and earth. This, as you know, is still the battle of all humanity caught between the animal instinctual and the rational/spiritual. I seem to personally embody this conflict ongoingly.

...As you know I have been in a 'hermit' phase since the recent public trial and purgings...already a spiritual exile long before those Inchling Inquisitors I now am more than ready to move to my own self-chosen Patmos...I am a mendicant now without real temple to kneel quote once again my beloved Rimbaud, "Ah, I am so forsaken I will worship at any shrine impulses toward perfection," only the word perfection, as you know, you who bother with the roots of all things including words, this misused word actually means complete, as in evolving in space in time, ripening like fruit, into maturity and readiness...

I dreamed last night I was in an old European city, a Copenhagen, Stockholm, Brussels, Bruges-type city, late 1800's, gas lamps in the streets), an old city, heavy with something, some spirit/zeitgeist...I am a dark powerful man-force whom zombie/daemon/vampire-like creatures roaming the city ignore since I apparently have some of them, their energy and consciousness, in me or I am partially one of them (a hopeful indicator, I think, of ongoing shadow integration) which allows me to safely deliver a mother (my mother in the dream but NOT my mother in waking reality) and her son (just-adolescent, perhaps my baby brother, about 13 y/o or so with that fuzz just beginning over the upper lip) to a "safe house" owned by a still beautiful, late mid-aged blond/graying woman of magnificent eyes and bearing. She is the widow of a powerful man and prior to whatever had befallen the City had been the 'queen' matriarch of society, and not superficially...she has bearing, depth, wisdom, she has suffered and suffers still bearing it with dignity deep concern and pain. She looks like a combination of my late and beautiful friend Madame Marianne, who died last December, and Madame Curie with some similarity in appearance, too, to some Nordic actress or other whose name I cannot recall. I am compelled to leave having accomplished the delivery of mother and son to the "safe house".

The Boschers, as I now call them after demons depicted in Heironymous Bosche paintings, look like enfleshed gargoyles of various frightening visages and bodies. They load dead bodies into vaults underneath the cobbled streets...they do not give me much notice as I comfortably pass by them. At some point they are stacking old blown glass laboratory tubes (science lab equipment of late 1800's) in which a forearm or lower leg with foot attached are sealed for future feedings/experiments.

I am tall, medium dark skin color, pockmarked face with long flowing black hair, caped, wearing black expensive breeches/clothes, white shirt of the bourgeoisie, shiny black boots moving quickly with purpose to somewhere away from the safe house. At some point I wear expensive running shoes/sneakers, silver in color, very designed like a lot of contemporary sneakers the new Droogs now wear, which enable me to leap easily, almost weightlessly, over barriers, up rocky hillsides, and down from high arms easily grasp tree limbs, balcony railings, cross-bars, eaves, bricks, pipes and protrusions through the city propelling me over cobbled streets below and over rooftops to get quickly to where I am going of which I am not sure in the dream. I am somehow invisibly guided.

Clearly I am of the "dark side" or have enough of it consciously in me now (rather than unconsciously) to allow me to move through the city, the countryside, the continent now full of the Boschers and other daemons and vampire/zombie-like beings going about the work of science...I am to assist both sides, Boschers/other underworld beings/forces and the humans (I am a mix of both) in this difficult transition during the upsurge of chthonic underworld beings, energies, awareness (brought about by science, Freud, Jung, etc.), the repressed content of the human and collective unconscious now erupting into the once safe, secure Victorian, Christian hierarchical society where church and state ruled by high "social crust" dominate the proletariat, earthy, instinctual, considered biologically and morally lower and mentally/spiritually inferior by the bourgeois power and spiritual elite.

As I "fly" away to the city outskirts I suddenly realize that I have left my traveling bags back at the safe house/manor. The bags have necessary things for my journey and task important enough for me to quickly turn around to retrieve them. Close to the safe house I pass two Boschers still stacking the human flesh filled glass tubes under the cobbled street in a vault...I pick up two tubes and toss them to the Boschers who catch them, stack them, me helping them out as I pass. Upon reentering the safe house the Dame of the House, the majestic beautiful woman who once was top of the socio-political, literati/philosophical strata of the city and nation, looks at me with concern and pain in her clear piercing blue eyes...she turns away toward some slow and heavy task as I bend to my bags intent on my 'mission' whatever that may be, thinking, "no time to comfort her...must move on..."

I can easily reenter this dream and continue is very real...I can sense, hear, smell, feel the ambiance and the mental/spiritual air of the time and place, the city and the period it all is taking place in. I am both good and evil, conscious and unconscious, human and Boscher (partake of the underworld realm)...the post-modern sneakers, silver colored, allude to the god Mercury/Hermes who is the traveler of and between all the realms, who is both criminal and saint, who plays both or all sides, who has some mission of developing consciousness which does not exclude any realm, upper, middle, lower nor values from evil to good and all between...I move swiftly, a kind of earth flight low to ground but in flight and touching the earth lightly

...a whole era/aeon is undergoing a tremendous shift, a troubled, troubling, dangerous, violent, reactive time...Science has unsettled the old paradigm of God on His throne running the universe in a hierarchy of good and evil His powerful Representatives on the Earth identified solely with the All Good, whereas the Boschers serve the "God of Science", the Lord of this World, eating/dissecting the human body and Nature. I stride between and within both paradigms, old and new, more of the old where magic silver shoes can help one 'fly', where being partially of the dark forces allows one to pass unharmed, even to assist, the Boschers and other dark ones experimenting compulsively urged by the emerging zeitgeist/spirit/god of science/rationality which is the 'New'...yet the 'New' foolishly, inflatedly "thinks" it is not a part of or beholden to history, the past; it hovers, if you will, born like Athena from the head of Zeus, without mother, without history, full blown/full formed with no moral obligation to history, to matter/Mater including humans or Nature...Nature is reduced to an 'it' to be crafted to serve only the human will/ego...but the Boschers are driven compulsively to have what humans have, capacities for consciousness, emotions, subtleties, spirit, empathy as yet unable to fully integrate/embody these human things...they partake of a dark Eucharistic rite of eating human bodies, drinking human blood in hopes of some transubstantiation and transformation from monster to human.

Your timely and soothing letter with the subscription to the science journal open for me a deeper door to the scientific realm at least 100 or more years ahead of where my dream locates me, late 1800's, as European civilization begins Its outward decay/decline with the release of repressed instincts and shadow surges up in individuals, cultures, nations, continents...all this the necesary antecedent to new consciousness incorporating past and the hopeful 'new' integration and god-image.

My gargoyle self is now fleshed out and moving in this dream...his mission? help the mother and the son, the Dame of the House which is to render conscious service to the Great Mother, AND also to assist the Boschers/dark ones serving Her unconsciously to become serve Her consciously in and through this transition, these rough beasts "slouching toward Bethlehem to be born" (W.B. Yeats in his poem, 'The Second Coming'), instinct and rationality in more conscious integration...or some dream of it which is yet to come...

Synchronistically, while sitting at the Cafe Rue de Repos rereading your letter today, writing, reading, amplifying the dream, watching it unfold imaginally, writing it all down, an old, still elegant though faded Victoria LTD automobile parks right in front of me, old world splendour of a car, large, Cadillac-like, jaded copper/gold color green tinged--that verdigris "micturation of metals" that the alchemists speak of. The man driving it got out and I was shocked to see an older version of the Dark Man complete with badly scarred/pocked face, thick dark brown hair pulled back into a pony tale. He wore black boots, black jeans, dark brown shirt with a gold embroidered vest having an Eastern European/romani flare to the design...he looked part native american and part Romani/gypsy...I noticed on the large dashboard in the car interior that there were two black and white European-style images of the Our Blessed Mother (not the Virgin of Guadalupe whom you know I adore) along with what appeared to be a sacred card in a red felt frame with a red-lettered hand inscribed prayer.

The driver went to the car trunk, opened it revealing full bags overflowing with clothes, some scattered about, and a bottle of red wine, an Italian vintage whose label I recognized, inexpensive but sufficient for a boiled potato, a crust of bread with butter, something rustic like that...he fished a coat out of a rag heap, closed the trunk, put it on then reopened the trunk to adjust the wine bottle further into the rags...he walks away...while watching all this the hair was standing on my arms, my neck goose bumped and prickly...this is just still too too passing strange...I write in my journal, "he looks just like the man in the dream, the dream me, only maybe 10 or 15 years older, my age now, late 50's/early 60's, but large, in good shape but for a bit of middle-aged stomach, wide hips, barrel-chested with strong arms, large liver-spotted hands, a powerful feel about him like a medicine man or wizard, Rasputin meets the Righteous Reaper and the Dear Savior, sharp clear eyes, shining..."

I tried to see the car tags as he later pulled away but looked up too late from my writing to be able to make out where he is from...Canada? Wisconsin? Couldn't make it out...damn. I half expected to find him parked in front of my quarters in the church upon return home. Not.

This dreams seals it...there is now no wonder why I could no longer be in the Enclave d'Esprit Spirale which inflatedly thinks it can be "all Light", naively romanticizing Nature and the chthonic forces of which I believe the Boschers represent in the dream. To what purpose can I turn or guide, if at all, the Boschers and other related 'ill-k"? Who leads all this if it is One Entity at all? or some greater force partaking of Dark and Light, some Archon, some Entelechy experimenting, forcing, thrusting, using human consciousness to what purpose which moves manipulatively through what humans call "Good" and "Evil"...we personify the Powers/Archetypes but these ultimately defy such personifications which are images and embodiments, hints and conjectures with hiccups of their work/way/will under the push of the Force...

...In this dream I leap from hill to roof to cliff to church ledge equally at home in the boulevard and the hedge, the city and the valley creche, the height and the hole; I feel something for the mother, her son, the Dame, the human bits and parts parceled and packed, parked under the cobbled streets but the feeling/emotion is remote subjected to the detached overview and perspective of larger Vision/Mission--Impersonal Forces are at work in the World, in humans, too, almost especially so, therefore sentimentality is dangerous - compassion is not - although I cannot stop to comfort or explain (if I know at all) what is going on and wherefore to the Dame of the Manor, the Great Mother. I must to my bags then swiftly fly off to some destination/destiny as yet to be known by the Dark Man though he at least intuitively leans toward that place, destination, furthering mission...

To be continued. Must be noted that the Dark Man was not inflated, was not full of himself and his powers though he strode with magnificent assurance, authority, power and courage through the city and the world. There was no question as to his right to exist, to be other than he is, of both Forces and "teams", both good and evil, a man with purpose, no 'moral confusion' but with a sense of ethical obligation to the Forces and the creatures born of such, human and otherwise, a mediary between what appear to be opposing worlds/energies, the opposites Jung writes so much about.

Please accept my gratitude along with my apologies for sending you all this and taking up so much of your valuable time. It aids me so to know you are constantly present to receive my rantings, my prayers, my quandaries with such equanimity and genuine interest. I am forever indebted and grateful.

Yours humbly,

Pere BB

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