"Hell Hath Value" - Rendering Gold from the Shite Tongued-Tied Yet Trying But For a Broken Shoe Lace

True this quote of Liz Greene's below. Greene was an astrologer and Jungian analyst (and created The Mythic Tarot deck decades ago). Said (posted) quote is a major reason folks run screaming away from psychoanalysis and many variations since Freud, Adler, Jung and the manic defense plethora of American psychology which avoids depth and goes for HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY in a massive dissociation from Life in lived Reality).

Depth psychology is just that going deep (or like Dante, finding oneself suddenly disoriented and in a strange inner and outer "land"...depth psychology finds ways person by person to consciously going eyes wide (at least one of them!) into the suffering in order to discover meaning which is within it, rather, is derived from it, but is not yet grasped but can be (apprehended, perhaps not com-prehended aka understood in mind but arrives at an AHA, an image, a felt sense, what Carl Jung calls an organic synthesis rising from the tension between the opposites that grip and crush us, thesis <>antithesis endured bringing about a transcendence of awareness that provides a more expansive view in the enlarged vantage delivered by the synthesis that comes from enduring, processing through emotions, memories, stories, scars, fears, et. al.

The very word 'suffer' etymologically (roots of words) combimes 'sub-' beneath, under + 'ferre' which means carry, carriage (we take a ferry across a body of water) thus suffer is "to go under/beneath" to "undergo", and also "undercarriage" such as that of a coach or car. Any deep confrontation by and from the unconscious material/energies which emerge, upsurge, converge, diverge and SUBmerge directly and impolitely (lol) the false delusion summed at the get go in the US Preamble, self evidence of the right of each individual to "pursue happiness..." 

from Jean-Luc Nancy's Prologue in his book, 

Adoration: The Deconstruction of Christianity II

Happiness is very fleeting and inconstant. Best, in my own humbled descent work, to lose the word "happiness" which we do lose, the brief moment of it, not the word, and use, rather, something wiser, aged, experienced, pressed down, cooked leading, or can lead to, a much widened and wiser state of awareness and consciousness - I think and feel that the better word is CONTENTMENT (and, long lived now, I can honestly add this - ENUFF viz being content enough, and each of us is the assessor of what that enough feels like, looks like, etc).

Thus, in analysis one works with someone who is much further along in the descent, the dismemberment to use shamanism's apt description of the process of depth diving or, often enough, being grabbed by a vice grip beneath one's feet and pulled beneath what one thought was sand but was sand alright, QUICKSAND (one of my many early dreams in my analytical journey.

Much to more to say but will halt here.

Zeus' fire is the gift He stole from the gods and then gave it to humans - the gift of civilization "and its discontents" (from Freud's vantage) and, from Jung's vantage, civilization and its mys-(as in mystic and mystery) content, and its myth-(as in mythic/mythology) contents.

We all gotta hold of that Fire. Mircea Eliade's great book, The Raw and the Cooked, gives an account of what we humans do with Zeus' fire which is the gods fire! and now we reenter suffering but much more meaningfully. Each gift gives a boon and a bane.

The boon and the bane are in Gonzalez' post. Certainly what Jungian psychology is about. And other systems, many of the world's great religions and philosophy are fires illuminating, or trying, and transforming (cooking) the burn of existence into meaning even, or, rather, especially that derived of suffering in space and time....which is my definition of human wisdom, that which come from suffering in space and time.

Welcome to BLUES SCHOOL, kiddies. Or as poet William Carlos Williams wrote in his Introduction to Allen Ginsberg's book and title poem HOWL:

“Hold back the edges of your gowns, Ladies, we are going through hell”

BUT/AND, as I wrote in an essay written in a most painful time of suffering in my life, and beginning to get my bearing, a revelation to me as it wrote itself in the essay,

"HELL HATH MEANING."

And, to be WCW-esue abit,

IT DO.

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from "Lives of the Saints" by American poet Charles Wright