Friday, June 13, 2008

PART TWO: The Moth in the Flame, A Center in Chaotic Fires of Addiction



[Note: the following section is a rough draft I will be continually working on. Read it as rough notations/thoughts/expressions. I will write more re: a heroin addicted client's dream and Kristeva in the coming month.
The above photograph I took in one of the oldest churches in the New World, located in Tlaxcala, Tlaxcala, Mexico, it was built by Cortez. ]

Orientation = Presence,
Questioning As Sacrament

I read a few years back and cannot now locate the source from which I read it that "more than food, clothing, sex and shelter humans crave orientation." This is the function of a cosmology (by the way, a medicine wheel is a cosmology, an organizing of the chaos), a view of everything -- it orients us, locates us in being and time inwardly and outwardly. Reiterations: Having orientation, experiencing location, one is consciously present. Orienting is presensing. Presense is an experience of cosmology, of orientation, and location. One is present with self and the cosmos.

Laurens van der Post in his excellent biography of Carl Jung says that stone age people and the primordial mind/cosmology and tradition they lived within is essentially a lived experience of being known by and within the universe. The universe is a thou, "They (the stone age people) gave out [a feeling]of utterly belonging to life and time and nature...I found that even though they themselves may not know much, they had no doubt of being fully known wherever they went." (pg. 102, Jung and the Story of Our Time, Laurens van der Post). This "being known" locates the ancient ones at all times as present in a living universe. That experience covers the spectrum of primitive agonies and and unspeakable terrors to ecstatic union and communion with the Force in all things in ongoing unfolding manifestations. Recent photographs in the world media of uncontacted groups of Amazonian indigenous peoples reveal the photograph by photograph an orientation, a cosmology. Two men photographed were painted red while a third was painted black. This coloring is symbolic, analogical, and cosmological revelatory of the primal mind/primordial tradition Vander Post speaks of. One can only imagine what these men made of the aircraft noisily hovering and circling above them. Arrows strung, spears at ready, these warriors of the forests stood their ground, defended their territory of which another cancerous, disconnected linear cosmology of greed and "subduing" of nature encroaches upon them with weapons, guns, saws, bulldozers, diseases.

To underscore the supreme value of orientation and cosmology-as-orientation as an innate function in the human organism, Henri Corbin, the late mystic and scholar of Islamic mysticism, writes in his book, The Man of Light in Iranian Sufism:
"Orientation is a primary phenomenon of our presense in the world. A human presense has the property of spatializing a world around it, and htis phenomenon implies a certain relationship of man witht he world, his world, this relationship being determined by the very mode of his presense in the world. The four cardinal points, east and west, north and south, are not things encountered by this presense, but directions which express its sense, man's acclimatization to his world, his familiarity with it. To have this sense is to orient oneself in the world. The ideal lines that run from east to west, from north to south form a system of a priori (prior to) spatial evidences without which there would be neither geographic nor anthropological orientation. And indeed, the constrast between Eastern man and Western man, between Nordic man and Southern man, regulate our ideological and characterological classifications..."Orientation in time" refers to the different ways in which man experiences his presense on earth, and the continuity of this presense within a kind of history, and the questionj as whether this history has a sense, and if so, what sense?" (pgs. 1 & 2) -- Henri Corbin, The Man of Light in Iranian Sufism, Omega Publications, Inc., 1978.
How Do You Stand Within These Realms
There is a body-oriented psychotherapy called Hakomi. The word, hakomi is a Hopi Native American term which means, "How do you stand within these realms." This question is the question of orientation, evokes exploration, discovery and experience of cosmology. Cosmology is a conscious activity of making the unconscious conscious, making conscious those "taken-for-granted" beliefs about the nature of reality. This has been and is an ancient and ongoing undertaking such that our most cherished and fundatmental assumptions, presuppostitions, beliefs have become mostly unconscious and unexamined "sacred cows" out of which we live and "shape" our lives and our view of life. Questioning our presuppostitions, examining those mostly unconscious fundaments upon which we stand under/under-stand is therefore one of the most sacred, sacremental acts of human consciousness. Questions, such as the one in the Hopi Hakomi, continually unfold us and the world anew. Most primordial traditions, those of the people of the first light of human cosciousness, and the languages evolved therefrom are characterized as dynamic, verb-based articulations of the ongoing "sizzling and fizzing" continuously creating nature of perception and reality, languages which evoke and demonstrate movement, process, change, interconnection and pattern. For instance, and I take this from Michael Ortiz Hill's Blues Song at the Edge of Chaos, page 8, the Navajo language conveys "a universe which is interwoven or, more accurately, interweaving. Nothing is static. Beauty is in the making of beauty."

For those interested in further exploration of this I refer you to Benjamin Lee Whorf's always cosmology shifting, question-raising book, Language, Thought and Reality. In reading this (along with Michael Ortiz Hill's pamphlet mentioned above) one will undergo a reorientation away from final received knowledge into knowing as an ongoing study, activity, and ecstasy. One discovers that it is questions and not answers which continually orient one toward an archetypal "true North," an inner "galactic center," which is conscious questioning, research and, equally important, insearch (see James Hillman's early work, Insearch: Psychology and Religion for an accessible, inspiring promotion for "thinking on the edge, searching in the frontiers of psyche" as orienting toward ongoing creativity and revelation regarding orienting and locating oneself and the world as a living breathing "making of beauty." Beauty in the Hopi/Navaho cosmology means "balance." If one is unbalanced one is disoriented. Thus the prayer Navajo prayer, "Before me beauty. Behind me beauty. Inside me beauth. Both sides and all around me beauty. I begin in beauty. I proceed in beauty. I am ending ongoingly in beauty," reveals a cosmology of balancing awareness and forces and the walking in this awareness.

Ideas Matter, Root Images, Presuppositions


Most of our cosmologies, and myths and religions are cosmologies, are attempts to characterize, understand and apprehend/grasp ultimate questions such as "why is there something instead of nothing," "from whence did/do we come?" and "to what individual and collective purpose?" Cosmology is an attempt to develop a view of everything (including nothing!). If cosmology as a term is frightening or offputting Marcus Borg, author and religious scholar, has a helpful and more readily accessible term which may assist in grasping the scope of the venture of uncovering one's personal cosmology:

"Ideas matter. One would only expect an academic to say this, so let me add at once that some ideas do not matter very much. But some do, deeply affecting our lives. Of the ideas that do affect us, perhaps none does so as much as the root images of reality which lie deep in our psyches. A root image is a fundamental image of how reality is, our most basic 'picture' of reality. Perhaps most often called a 'world-view', it consists of our most taken-for-granted assumptions about what is possible. It is an idea ( mental construct) of immense power. Very importantly, a root image not only provides a model of reality, but also shapes our perception and our thinking, operating almost unconsciously within us as a dim background affecting all of our seeing and thinkning. A root image thus functions as both an image and a lens: it is a picture of reality which becomes a lens through which we see reality...Operating within us at the level of the imagination, a level deeper than the discursive intellect, root images of reality involve the imaging or intuiting of a whole Gestalt in light of which everything else is seen." (pgs. 31 & 43) -- Marcus Borg, "Root Images and the Way We See", Fragments of Infinity, Essays in Religion and Philosophy, Ed. Arvind Sharma, Prism Press, 1991

The term root image forms a literal visual image of roots and is less abstract than the words "cosmology" and "world-view." In the conservative Calvinistic Christian theology I was educated in as a young man the word used then and now in apologetics courses (apologetics is an academic study which prepares an intellectual "defense of the Christian faith) the word used, and it's a good one, for root image is presupposition. One can discover and examine and question one's presuppositions, those "taken-for-granted" assumptions/suppositions and see how they, indeed, do become "a lens though which we see reality." Everyone has a cosmology, a world-view, root images and if Socrates the ancient Greek philosopher is correct, and I think that he is, "the unexamined life [and it's root images] is not worth living."

What Has Cosmology To Do Withy Addiction?
Abjection Leads To Ejection, Injection, Projection of the self/Self

I have taken the time and space above to discus cosmology as an essential element of human consciousness. Consciousness is orientation. As practicioners of various kinds, social workers, psychotherapists, ministers, pastoral counselors, addictions counselors, body workers, healers, astrologers, psychoanalysts, 12-step sponsors and sponsees we deal daily with people who are disoriented by addictions which at first began either consciously or unconsciously as attempts at orientation/reorientation away from environmental impingments, disruptions, faults, defaults and failures. When one has steeped in any one or all of these one is in a state of abjection. This abjection becomes a way of life, an inner orientation, which, I propose for addicts of all kinds, borrowing from one method of addiction, leads to ejection and injection. Julia Kristeva has written extensively about abjection in her book, Powers of Horror, An Essay On Abjection (1982). To understand what she means by abjection I quote extensively from an article by Inna Semetsky (click here for the entire article): http://arts.monash.edu.au/cclcs/research/papers/age-of-abjection.pdf):


"abjection n. 1. the condition of being servile, wretched, or contemptible. 2. the act of humiliating. 3. Mycol. the ejection of spores by a fungus.abject adj. 1. utterly hopeless, miserable, humiliating, or wretched: abject poverty. 2. contemptible; despicable; base-spirited: an abject coward. 3. shamelessly servile; slavish. 4. Obs. cast aside.

The meaning of abjection, as described by Kristeva in her "Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection" (1982), is "one of those violent, dark revolts of being, directed against a threat that seems to emanate from an exorbitant outside or inside, ejected beyond the scope of the possible, the tolerable, the thinkable" (1982: 1).

We experience abjection as a spontaneous reaction that may manifest in a form of unspeakable horror, often expressed at a physical level as uncontrollable vomiting, when faced with a breakdown in meaning caused by the generic loss of a habitual distinction. When the distinction – it being between subject and object, self and other, life and death -- – is destroyed, then the abjection takes its place. Abjection preserves what existed at the archaic level of pre-objectal relationship, as Kristeva puts it, within the extreme violence as a condition of a body becoming separated from another body so as to be! Corpse serves as a primary example, traumatically reminding us of our own finitude and materiality; but so does Auschwitz as a symbol of a particularly destructive, violent, and immoral event. Kristeva, describing abjection, uses the infinitive 'to fall', cadere in French, hence cadaver, the corpse:

"[M]y body extricates itself, as being alive, from that border. Such wastes drop so that I might live, until, from loss to loss, nothing remains in me and my entire body falls beyond the limit – cadere, cadaver. If dung signifies the other side of the border, the place where I am not and which permits me to be, the corpse, the most sickening of wastes, is a border that has encroached upon everything. ... 'I' is expelled" (1982: pp.3-4).The corpse indicates the breakdown of the distinction between subject and object, that is, a loss of the crucial factor in establishing self-identity: it therefore exemplifies the concept of abjection." [End Semetsky quote]


This "destruction of distinction" is disorientation. The addict attempts to eject himself as the "bad abject" along with the bad objects (parents/caretakers/group/society) who cast him aside, make wretched, contemptible, dispicable, lower than low. He does so by injection by which I mean addictions of all kinds. There is a simultaneous attempt to eject the negative, unlovable "I-self" in the addictive act that when eradicated, evacuated may be filled by an "I" which reunites with "I" and an archetypal reconnecting Other which reorients one toward life and not death alone. Death cannot be ejected but life can be injected and injested to such an extent that one is projected/propelled/impelled toward that "I" who evolves creatively with the Life/Death force into more meaningful struggle/play in life.


[In Part Three I'll publish an account of a single consultation with a heroin addict fresh from rehab and seeking support in recovery. I have asked my Learning For Life Group colleagues to write and "dream" around a repetitive dream the client reported during the consult and publish their work with their permission. I have also asked another colleague who works as an addictions counselor to also work the dream. He has agreed to do so].

Sunday, June 8, 2008

PART ONE: The Moth in the Flame, A Center in Chaotic Fires of Addiction


[GO TO OCTOBER'S ENTRY FOR THE LEARNING FOR LIFE GROUP OCTOBER NEWLETTER ARTICLE RE: DEATH ENTITLED,
BLUNTED INSCRIPTIONS OF IMPERMANENCE :
http://falconwarren.blogspot.com/2008/10/blunted-inscriptions-of-impermanance.html]

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"Ah! I am so forsaken I will worship at any shrine impulses toward perfection." -- Artur Rimbaud

"Ye littles, lie more close. Make me, O Lord, a last, a simple thing that time cannot overwhelm." -- Theodore Roethke


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addict - 1529, adj., "delivered, devoted," from L. addictus, pp. of addicere "deliver, yield, devote," from ad- "to" + dicere "say, declare" (see diction), but also "adjudge, allot." Modern sense is really self-addicted "to give over or award (oneself) to someone or some practice" (1607). The noun is first recorded 1909, in reference to morphine. Addicted is from 1914. Addiction in modern (narcotics, etc.) sense is first attested 1906, in ref. to opium (there is an isolated instance from 1779, with ref. to tobacco).
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[Please Note:

-The views and opinions expressed in what follows are purely my own. They are not necessarily shared by my Learning For Life Group colleagues.

-Once again the formatting of paragraphs and subtitles is thwarted by the blogspot site. I have tried to reconfigure, edit, change format and spacing but the changes do not "take". I'll continue to work on this.
-The above photograph I took in one of the oldest churches in Mexico built by Cortes. Tlaxcala, Tlaxcala, Mexico, Jan. 2008]


A Prologue

In approaching addictions, let us remove our shoes. Our feet may be burned, but this burning may return us toward some awareness of where we are not, what we have lost, what we seek to gain in gaining not only the bliss promised in the addiction but also the Dis within it, the Roman name for Hell, (dis-, a prefix meaning 1."lack of, not" (e.g. dishonest); 2."do the opposite of" (e.g. disallow); 3."apart, away" (e.g. discard)). Moses saw a traumatizing burning bush and was disfigured, refigured and transfigured from such seeing. Job hallucinated in his derangement of massive loss, grief, and illness a Behemoth God who sought to be withstood and contained in human perception, his consciousness having to contain this Dis side of the Deity and not be destroyed. He was altered in the beholding of this dark aspect of the deity, and so was the deity. A daimonic dialogue consciously made humbles that one who must behold such traumatizing vision. But even in this vision some arrangement, some order, some transmutation, transformation is sought by Dis itself. It is not rehabilitiated nor sanctified. It is made conscious, and consciousness does this thing to all that it turns its attention to. Renewal? Not necessarily, but It has a conscious place at the table, and that rearranges the meal. One can imagine the table talk to be had.

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The Moth In The Flame, A Center In Chaotic Fires,

At the outset I take 3 basic ideas, similar in description, regarding external and internal catastrophe from 3 giants in the field of psychology, D.W. Winnicott, W.R. Bion, and Heinz Kohut; these are 1) primitive agonies and unthinkable terrors (W.), 2) annihilation anxiety (Bion), 3) fragmentation/disintegration anxiety (Kohut). These men along with other men and women contribute greater understanding of destruction/construction/reconstruction of "shrines..toward perfection" which can contain, transmute, transform and integrate that Referent toward which our "impulses toward perfection" yearn, burn and, yes, burn us out. I am construing "impulses toward perfection" to mean addictions of all kinds. "The moth in the flame" is an image which contains pathology as we understand pathology, an illness which we are from which we yearn to be healed from, and also recognizing that there is a "path" in pathology I understand that moth in the flame image as describing an innate impulse/compulsion/drive toward an ultimate coniuntio, union, marriage, reunion of self not only with mother/others but also with what Rudolf Otto calls the Wholey Other, that mysterium tremendum, that Sacred Reality and Ground of All Being which is ultimately incomprehensible (no words, images, thoughts can completely and utterly express IT) yet is apprehensible (apprehend meaning "to grasp"). Jung calls this Ultimate One the Self which is not the conscious ego but that Source from which all things emerge and have their being. That an addiction of any kind is a "low grade religious experiences" (C.G. Jung) means that the addiction is an often unconscious attempt to reestablish a constancy within and without via apprehension and conscious experience of an Ultimate Reality or Higher Power in whatever form It reveals Itself to individuals. As you can see It has many names.

We, like Rimbaud in the above quote from his book of poetry called The Drunken Boat, seek a language which conveys our experience of catastrophe yet has within its expression a redemptive residue of meaning which reintegrates and contains one anew. All language orients us one way or another. Linguistic philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein does not limit language to words but also to inarticulate sounds and gestures. A dance speaks. A symphony speaks. Our unspeakable agonies and primitive terrors, our ecstatic longings and streaming glossolalia (tongues, prattle "of echoic origin") speak and orient us and attentive others. We seek orientation or, rather, we seek to articulate orientation, even a disorientation spoken orients us. In a recent lecture I said that if there was no hell we would have had to invent it for the word and idea of hell gives meaning to meaningless (disoriented) suffering. "It was hell," we say, "hell, I tell you!" This gives meaning to some unbearable experience.

Thus language is cosmology. Language is orientation. Language means something. Meaning continually breaks down and we continually search "to say" what needs to be said and in the saying find orientation. Interesting to note that one of the root meanings of the word addiction is "to say, to speak," 'ad-' = to, and "dicere" = to say, to speak. There is something in addiction saying something, speaking to us. What is it? This is an orienting question. What in addiction wants to be said, to be spoken? Rimbaud's cry above is, I believe, one of the heart cries spoken in addiction -- within addiction, as Jung has pointed out, is religious longing for reconnection, linking back to Originary Source or Sources; perfection, Rimbaud calls it. Etymologically perfection means complete, as in finished. Another root meaning is ripe, as in ripe fruit. Thus in perfection is implied evolution and growth in time, ripening, maturity. Rimbaud cried at shrine after shrine, a young man who wrote before he was twenty years old that his poetique involved an intentional "long, intimidating, immense and rational derangement of all the senses. The sufferings are enormous, but one must be strong, be born a poet, and I have recognized myself as a poet." Rimbaud's poetry of disorientation reorients us toward the psyche which contains and values chaos, what flame refers to in the title above, and its everchanging and ever emerging cosmos, meaning "pattern, arrangement" also contained and valued in the psyche, the moth in the title above, in dynamic tension of push and pull, up and down, in and out, forming and dissolving, conscious and unconscious where human awareness suffers all this, bears this by bearing witness to it and speaking it, articulating it. Implicit is the idea of evolution of consciousness, ripening. But we also know that ripe things get overripe and then decay and die through no fault or negative thought of their own. We also know that ripe and overripe things have a strong odor such as in the phrase, "the stink of enlightenment." Completeness, maturity also has it's stench which is fine for the psyche but so often not for humans!! 

Rimbaud did not achieve maturity, dying young, yet he left rich testament to the discovery of and eruption of the unconscious which turned humanity and the world inside out and "upon the analytical couch" in the 20th century. We are still at shrines, official and unofficial, and language, thought and reality bend and twist, turn and tank in an age of think tanks and "getting tanked" on substances legal and illegal. The "say" in addiction, addicere (latin), is none other than the sacred or, rather, addiction is an action, a making sacred or holy, at least in the narcissis narcosis dream and scream/scramble/scrim of addiction. There is then in this word addict/addiction and associative words, and all words mean something, some Thing to which they refer. Thus Rimbaud's cry. And ours.
Such cries confer and bestow. Wear them, then. Swear them, too, for curse is also etymologically one of the meanings of the word sacred (see etymology below this paragraph). So much Christianization of psychology and thought has confined a good curse to the Devil's bin. Yet in etymology is the ancient originative meaning thus sacred and curse have business together, belong together, not exclusively but importantly. The curse has been left out. Thus we turn, or can if we aren't too addicted to donut sugar Light, to those earth traditions which resound and rebound in curses. These are not false or of lesser value. These belong, insist themselves upon us and our imbalanced addiction to so-called peace, love and light. Too much of all that is life out of the balance. I have recently experienced a curse, an evil eye, in the form of a closing hostile email's "peace and blessings." I felt relief and not anger upon reading this as it revealed that the shadow value, the curse, will out. When one is overly identified with Light the Dark is bound to come out in such closures as disclosures of Darkness, curses. This appears to be a depth psychological law. The psyche and the curse as opposite to the consciously over-identified with "peace and blessings" value/belief will out. Knowing this relieves one of the curse of being the victim, the scapegoat, an odious faction which carries the disgarded and demeaned inintegrated value which is refused.

sacred
c.1300, from pp. of obs. verb sacren "to make holy" (c.1225), from O.Fr. sacrer (12c.), from L. sacrare "to make sacred, consecrate," from sacer (gen. sacri) "sacred, dedicated, holy, accursed," from O.L. saceres, which Tucker connects to base *saq- "bind, restrict, enclose, protect," explaining that "words for both 'oath' & 'curse' are regularly words of 'binding.' " But Buck merely groups it with Oscan sakrim, Umbrian sacra and calls it "a distinctive Italic group, without any clear outside connections." Nasalized form is sancire "make sacred, confirm, ratify, ordain." Sacred cow "object of Hindu veneration," is from 1891; fig. sense is first recorded 1910, from Western views of Hinduism.

swear
O.E. swerian "take an oath" (class VI strong verb; past tense swor, pp. sworen), from P.Gmc. *swarjanan, from root *swar- (cf. O.S. swerian, O.N. sverja, Dan. sverge, O.Fris. swera, M.Du. swaren, O.H.G. swerien, Ger. schwören, Goth. swaren "to swear"), from PIE base *swer- "to speak, say" (cf. O.C.S. svara "quarrel"). Also related to the second element in answer. The secondary sense of "use bad language" (c.1430) developed from the notion of "invoke sacred names." Swear-word is Amer.Eng. colloquial from 1883. Swear off "desist as with a vow" is from 1898.

The Navaho people of North America perceived the world as a creative struggle toward balance. Their word for beauty means balance. Their word koyaniskaatsi means imbalance. The wisdom in this is that too much balance is an imbalance and vice versa. Thus the sacred inclusion of accursed in the very root meaning of the word sacred. Keep this in mind as you read on into a kind of devil's cosmology regarding addiction. This is an alchemical idea that the gold is in the shit, the devalued, un- or less refined material. Alchemy is the conpensatory balance to systems, theological, psychological, metaphysical which overly-value the Light. One need only read the Beatitudes of Jesus the Christ to see his attempt to turn such imbalance on it's head with aim to balance perspective and experience on the human creaturely realm. This is Jesus the chakra varten which means wheel turner, which is what Siddhartha Gautama became, Buddha, the awakened (conscious) wheel turner, meaning trouble maker, confronter and destroyer of rigid, calcified, barnacled values, world views, personality cults, status quo, etc. When a Buddha or a Chirst showed up some where you could here the local authorities swear, "Damned Buddha! Damned Wheel Turner!! There goes the neighborhood cosmologically, ethically and epistemologically!!"

Addictions As Creation Myths

It could be said that an addiction is, too, a creation myth or, rather, there is a creation myth in each addiction. Each addiction seeks to create via discreation (derangement of established orders), recreation of a new world, a new being, a new self more authentically connected to self and to Self (Jung's notion of that Greater Reality within the human psyche from which all reality including the unique ego emerges). That's being optimistic. If something is new it is not necessarily better or improved inspite of commercial promises that new is better and good. It is just new and this new such as it is, good/evil, a mixture of both, must be endured, encountered, ensouled and made room for "at the table" of personality and consciousness. What goes awry in these creation myths-addictions?

dis- prefix meaning 1. "lack of, not" (e.g. dishonest); 2. "do the opposite of" (e.g. disallow); 3. "apart, away" (e.g. discard), from O.Fr. des-, from L. dis- "apart," from PIE *dis- "apart, asunder" (cf. O.E. te-, O.S. ti-, O.H.G. ze-, Ger. zer-). The PIE root is a secondary form of *dwis- and is thus related to L. bis "twice" (originally *dvis) and to duo, on notion of "two-ways, in twain." Dis has even stepped out on its own as a word (1980), as a shortening of disrespect or dismiss, originally in U.S. Black English, popularized by hip hop slang.

Loss or, rather, an atrophy of active imagination, reduction of it to a chemical/biochemical takeover which substitutes for that Imaginal World (Mundus Imaginalis) the Islamic mystics speak of, that Really Real Creative Source, Imagination, from which all things derive makes us dependent upon addictions of all kinds to access some connection and expression of Imagination. The appeal or cry, the say, within an addiction is for reunion with this Source which at first may even access us to It. But the substitute for imagination takes over and the human imagination is turned no longer toward Creative Source but toward the substitute itself which sucks imagination into feed and need and greed for more of the substitute. We become hungry ghosts which can never be satiated no matter how many kilos, haloes, chemos, orgasmos, dineros thrown down it's gaping mouth into alimentary oblivion. The substitute and addictive behavior becomes an idol which obscures and deranges one's capacity to access That numen (sacred thing) which at first it pointed to.

To reiterate, addiction, too, is a loss of imaginationor a turning it toward destructive, contractive purposes. How many creative ways can, say, a junky beg, borrow, lie and steal in order to shoot up? Imagination, what's left of it, is reduced to obsessive, concrete preoccupation with the substitute and substance/activity which now demands from every cell of the body to be worshipped, tended to. Worship, which means worth-ship, is in part a tending to the sacred in the temples/shrines. The very word therapy derives from the ancient Greek meaning of therapeut, meaning those men and women who consciously tended to the deities in the temples. A hellish worship addiction is. But there is, too, in this derangement of meanings something in Hell, in hell states and beings which is numinous and demands our conscious attention, too. Carl Jung and James Hillman have written extensively on the inherent need to also turn our gaze, thought, creativity and energy toward the darker forces, the hell realms, the underworld. Doing so consciously mitigates unconscious takeovers of the demands from the underworld which, too, seeks to be included in consciousness by any means necessary.

Dream work is an effective way to cultivate one's darkness consciously. Conscious darkness is creative/destructive and wholeness requires it's also "being at the table" for it is there whether invited or not no matter how so-called spiritual and whole and light one feels one is. Thus one of the pulls toward wholeness in addictions, impulses toward wholeness, is this recognition of darkness, of evil, of that which has been confined to the underworld. The Romans call this realm Dis. Addictions dis-pose us toward Dis which insists Itself, too, upon and within us. It seeks conscious inclusion, not exclusion and will not be dis-tanced from us.

What is disposed of in addictions? What do addictions dispose us toward? Consciousness-as-orderly-arrangement is dis-persed, fragmented, scattered into derangements. What can be made of these? Working with addicts and addictions includes these reorienting questions where reframes of the addictions themselves are required to find that sacred substance, that meaning which seeks conscious expression. Rimbaud's poetry attests to his Dis-posal to what had been left out of his culture and religious milieu, those dis-garded elements consigned to Hell/Dis. A Season In Hell, one of his collections of poetry, underscores this, his personal myth, his being gripped by the daimon which was not only his but that of the culture and religion which had disgarded it.

Rimbaud did not end well. He died young of a cancerous knee. He was a morally bankrupt slave trader. He was an unconscious prophet, and there were many emerging in his lifetime who like Rimbaud suffered the fate of being mugged by the Dis-world. Dis-covery. Derangement. Recovery. Rearrangement. All dis and more are involved in the wholing, ripening, maturing ongoingly of consciousness, personal, social, transpersonal. Wholeness does not mean perfection in the Greek sense of pure and perfect, the way we usually use it in English, as well. Wholeness is holdness which excludes nothing. Everything is contained in an "infinite, boundless container," to quote Michael Eigen. I hold in my mind an image of holdness from the first Star Wars movie where Luke Skywalker arrives with Hans Solo and company at a nether outpost in the galaxy. Luke enters a galactic bar/juke joint and there sees the strangest crowd of creatures he's ever seen. Beings from all over the planet are in this place, this container which holds them and all the opposite types in there with them. Yes, there are bouncers with appropriate zapping technology. All is in there. And it takes effort to maintain some order in the din and dis-parateness of the individuals making up the crowd. There is a hold for even those hairy, scaled, bespined instinctual aspects of self along with whatever refinement may mean in such a place. Holdness. Not perfection in that pure sense the world commonly conveys. And there's room for the tension of the opposites, the raucus and explosive energy is held, as well.


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[Note: the following section is a rough draft I will be continually working on. Read it as rough notations/thoughts/expressions. I will write more re: a heroin addicted client's dream and Kristeva in the coming month.
The above photograph I took in one of the oldest churches in the New World, located in Tlaxcala, Tlaxcala, Mexico, it was built by Cortez. ]

Orientation = Presence,
Questioning As Sacrament

I read a few years back and cannot now locate the source from which I read it that "more than food, clothing, sex and shelter humans crave orientation." This is the function of a cosmology (by the way, a medicine wheel is a cosmology, an organizing of the chaos), a view of everything -- it orients us, locates us in being and time inwardly and outwardly. Reiterations: Having orientation, experiencing location, one is consciously present. Orienting is presensing. Presense is an experience of cosmology, of orientation, and location. One is present with self and the cosmos.

Laurens van der Post in his excellent biography of Carl Jung says that stone age people and the primordial mind/cosmology and tradition they lived within is essentially a lived experience of being known by and within the universe. The universe is a thou, "They (the stone age people) gave out [a feeling]of utterly belonging to life and time and nature...I found that even though they themselves may not know much, they had no doubt of being fully known wherever they went." (pg. 102, Jung and the Story of Our Time, Laurens van der Post). This "being known" locates the ancient ones at all times as present in a living universe. That experience covers the spectrum of primitive agonies and and unspeakable terrors to ecstatic union and communion with the Force in all things in ongoing unfolding manifestations. Recent photographs in the world media of uncontacted groups of Amazonian indigenous peoples reveal the photograph by photograph an orientation, a cosmology. Two men photographed were painted red while a third was painted black. This coloring is symbolic, analogical, and cosmological revelatory of the primal mind/primordial tradition Vander Post speaks of. One can only imagine what these men made of the aircraft noisily hovering and circling above them. Arrows strung, spears at ready, these warriors of the forests stood their ground, defended their territory of which another cancerous, disconnected linear cosmology of greed and "subduing" of nature encroaches upon them with weapons, guns, saws, bulldozers, diseases.

To underscore the supreme value of orientation and cosmology-as-orientation as an innate function in the human organism, Henri Corbin, the late mystic and scholar of Islamic mysticism, writes in his book, The Man of Light in Iranian Sufism:

"Orientation is a primary phenomenon of our presense in the world. A human presense has the property of spatializing a world around it, and htis phenomenon implies a certain relationship of man witht he world, his world, this relationship being determined by the very mode of his presense in the world. The four cardinal points, east and west, north and south, are not things encountered by this presense, but directions which express its sense, man's acclimatization to his world, his familiarity with it. To have this sense is to orient oneself in the world. The ideal lines that run from east to west, from north to south form a system of a priori (prior to) spatial evidences without which there would be neither geographic nor anthropological orientation. And indeed, the constrast between Eastern man and Western man, between Nordic man and Southern man, regulate our ideological and characterological classifications..."Orientation in time" refers to the different ways in which man experiences his presense on earth, and the continuity of this presense within a kind of history, and the questionj as whether this history has a sense, and if so, what sense?" (pgs. 1 & 2) -- Henri Corbin, The Man of Light in Iranian Sufism, Omega Publications, Inc., 1978.
How Do You Stand Within These Realms

There is a body-oriented psychotherapy called Hakomi. The word, hakomi is a Hopi Native American term which means, "How do you stand within these realms." This question is the question of orientation, evokes exploration, discovery and experience of cosmology. Cosmology is a conscious activity of making the unconscious conscious, making conscious those "taken-for-granted" beliefs about the nature of reality. This has been and is an ancient and ongoing undertaking such that our most cherished and fundatmental assumptions, presuppostitions, beliefs have become mostly unconscious and unexamined "sacred cows" out of which we live and "shape" our lives and our view of life. Questioning our presuppostitions, examining those mostly unconscious fundaments upon which we stand under/under-stand is therefore one of the most sacred, sacremental acts of human consciousness. Questions, such as the one in the Hopi Hakomi, continually unfold us and the world anew. Most primordial traditions, those of the people of the first light of human cosciousness, and the languages evolved therefrom are characterized as dynamic, verb-based articulations of the ongoing "sizzling and fizzing" continuously creating nature of perception and reality, languages which evoke and demonstrate movement, process, change, interconnection and pattern. For instance, and I take this from Michael Ortiz Hill's Blues Song at the Edge of Chaos, page 8, the Navajo language conveys "a universe which is interwoven or, more accurately, interweaving. Nothing is static. Beauty is in the making of beauty."

For those interested in further exploration of this I refer you to Benjamin Lee Whorf's always cosmology shifting, question-raising book, Language, Thought and Reality. In reading this (along with Michael Ortiz Hill's pamphlet mentioned above) one will undergo a reorientation away from final received knowledge into knowing as an ongoing study, activity, and ecstasy. One discovers that it is questions and not answers which continually orient one toward an archetypal "true North," an inner "galactic center," which is conscious questioning, research and, equally important, insearch (see James Hillman's early work, Insearch: Psychology and Religion for an accessible, inspiring promotion for "thinking on the edge, searching in the frontiers of psyche" as orienting toward ongoing creativity and revelation regarding orienting and locating oneself and the world as a living breathing "making of beauty." Beauty in the Hopi/Navaho cosmology means "balance." If one is unbalanced one is disoriented. Thus the prayer Navajo prayer, "Before me beauty. Behind me beauty. Inside me beauth. Both sides and all around me beauty. I begin in beauty. I proceed in beauty. I am ending ongoingly in beauty," reveals a cosmology of balancing awareness and forces and the walking in this awareness.

Ideas Matter, Root Images, Presuppositions

Most of our cosmologies, and myths and religions are cosmologies, are attempts to characterize, understand and apprehend/grasp ultimate questions such as "why is there something instead of nothing," "from whence did/do we come?" and "to what individual and collective purpose?" Cosmology is an attempt to develop a view of everything (including nothing!). If cosmology as a term is frightening or offputting Marcus Borg, author and religious scholar, has a helpful and more readily accessible term which may assist in grasping the scope of the venture of uncovering one's personal cosmology:

"Ideas matter. One would only expect an academic to say this, so let me add at once that some ideas do not matter very much. But some do, deeply affecting our lives. Of the ideas that do affect us, perhaps none does so as much as the root images of reality which lie deep in our psyches. A root image is a fundamental image of how reality is, our most basic 'picture' of reality. Perhaps most often called a 'world-view', it consists of our most taken-for-granted assumptions about what is possible. It is an idea ( mental construct) of immense power. Very importantly, a root image not only provides a model of reality, but also shapes our perception and our thinking, operating almost unconsciously within us as a dim background affecting all of our seeing and thinkning. A root image thus functions as both an image and a lens: it is a picture of reality which becomes a lens through which we see reality...Operating within us at the level of the imagination, a level deeper than the discursive intellect, root images of reality involve the imaging or intuiting of a whole Gestalt in light of which everything else is seen." (pgs. 31 & 43) -- Marcus Borg, "Root Images and the Way We See", Fragments of Infinity, Essays in Religion and Philosophy, Ed. Arvind Sharma, Prism Press, 1991

The term root image forms a literal visual image of roots and is less abstract than the words "cosmology" and "world-view." In the conservative Calvinistic Christian theology I was educated in as a young man the word used then and now in apologetics courses (apologetics is an academic study which prepares an intellectual "defense of the Christian faith) the word used, and it's a good one, for root image is presupposition. One can discover and examine and question one's presuppositions, those "taken-for-granted" assumptions/suppositions and see how they, indeed, do become "a lens though which we see reality." Everyone has a cosmology, a world-view, root images and if Socrates the ancient Greek philosopher is correct, and I think that he is, "the unexamined life [and it's root images] is not worth living."

What Has Cosmology To Do Withy Addiction?
Abjection Leads To Ejection, Injection, Projection of the self/Self

I have taken the time and space above to discus cosmology as an essential element of human consciousness. Consciousness is orientation. As practicioners of various kinds, social workers, psychotherapists, ministers, pastoral counselors, addictions counselors, body workers, healers, astrologers, psychoanalysts, 12-step sponsors and sponsees we deal daily with people who are disoriented by addictions which at first began either consciously or unconsciously as attempts at orientation/reorientation away from environmental impingments, disruptions, faults, defaults and failures. When one has steeped in any one or all of these one is in a state of abjection. This abjection becomes a way of life, an inner orientation, which, I propose for addicts of all kinds, borrowing from one method of addiction, leads to ejection and injection. Julia Kristeva has written extensively about abjection in her book, Powers of Horror, An Essay On Abjection (1982). To understand what she means by abjection I quote extensively from an article by Inna Semetsky (click here for the entire article): 



"abjection n. 1. the condition of being servile, wretched, or contemptible. 2. the act of humiliating. 3. Mycol. the ejection of spores by a fungus.abject adj. 1. utterly hopeless, miserable, humiliating, or wretched: abject poverty. 2. contemptible; despicable; base-spirited: an abject coward. 3. shamelessly servile; slavish. 4. Obs. cast aside.

The meaning of abjection, as described by Kristeva in her "Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection" (1982), is "one of those violent, dark revolts of being, directed against a threat that seems to emanate from an exorbitant outside or inside, ejected beyond the scope of the possible, the tolerable, the thinkable" (1982: 1).

We experience abjection as a spontaneous reaction that may manifest in a form of unspeakable horror, often expressed at a physical level as uncontrollable vomiting, when faced with a breakdown in meaning caused by the generic loss of a habitual distinction. When the distinction – it being between subject and object, self and other, life and death -- – is destroyed, then the abjection takes its place. Abjection preserves what existed at the archaic level of pre-objectal relationship, as Kristeva puts it, within the extreme violence as a condition of a body becoming separated from another body so as to be! Corpse serves as a primary example, traumatically reminding us of our own finitude and materiality; but so does Auschwitz as a symbol of a particularly destructive, violent, and immoral event. Kristeva, describing abjection, uses the infinitive 'to fall', cadere in French, hence cadaver, the corpse:

"[M]y body extricates itself, as being alive, from that border. Such wastes drop so that I might live, until, from loss to loss, nothing remains in me and my entire body falls beyond the limit – cadere, cadaver. If dung signifies the other side of the border, the place where I am not and which permits me to be, the corpse, the most sickening of wastes, is a border that has encroached upon everything. ... 'I' is expelled" (1982: pp.3-4).The corpse indicates the breakdown of the distinction between subject and object, that is, a loss of the crucial factor in establishing self-identity: it therefore exemplifies the concept of abjection." [End Semetsky quote]


This "destruction of distinction" is disorientation. The addict attempts to eject himself as the "bad abject" along with the bad objects (parents/caretakers/group/society) who cast him aside, make wretched, contemptible, dispicable, lower than low. He does so by injection by which I mean addictions of all kinds. There is a simultaneous attempt to eject the negative, unlovable "I-self" in the addictive act that when eradicated, evacuated may be filled by an "I" which reunites with "I" and an archetypal reconnecting Other which reorients one toward life and not death alone. Death cannot be ejected but life can be injected and injested to such an extent that one is projected/propelled/impelled toward that "I" who evolves creatively with the Life/Death force into more meaningful struggle/play in life.


[In Part Three I'll publish an account of a single consultation with a heroin addict fresh from rehab and seeking support in recovery. I have asked my Learning For Life Group colleagues to write and "dream" around a repetitive dream the client reported during the consult and publish their work with their permission. I have also asked another colleague who works as an addictions counselor to also work the dream. He has agreed to do so].

Sunday, May 18, 2008

PART TWO -- So Inherently Hearers -- Agonies/Paroxysms Upon Happiness & Other Diminishing Returns


[I have published this as a draft-in-progress, rewriting, editing, adding more. I do so now for two reasons, one, mercury is retrograding now (5/18/08) and, two, this blog site has already proven to be difficult during composing, editing, formatting in Part One and is proving to be so in Part Two. When rewriting and reformatting texts the saved new work does not "take." Thus I publish what is below as 2nd draft on the way to a 3rd or more in the next few days, mercury retrograde, gmail blogspot and my patience/enduring frustration willing.
The above copywrited photo by Warren Falcon, of an "ojo" or natural spring "eye" at Hieve al Agua, Oaxaca, Mexico, preserved by a round fence. Click on the photo to enlarge it.]


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He (Plotinus) seems to agree with the later Jung—that there is a psyche "outside the body." However, his use of the word "transcendent" also suggests that the real distinction to be made is not between inner and outer, but between personal and impersonal. There is a sense, he seems to be saying, in which daimons can be both at once...Personal daimons are not fixed but can develop or unfold according to our own development. Jung might say: in the course of individuation, we move beyond the personal unconscious to the impersonal, collective unconscious, through the daimonic to the divine. Acording to Iamblichus, we are assigned a daimon at birth to govern and direct our lives but our task is to obtain a god in its place. -- From Daimonic Reality: A Field Guide to the Otherworld by Patrick Harpur
The gods we have lost (as moderns) are descending on us, demanding reconnection. -- Edward Edinger

The building blocks of the ego are the divine qualities stolen from the gods or products of the dismemberment of a deity--earthly representations of transpersonal principles. -- Edinger

...As the process deepens one realizes more and more that insights come by grace and that development occurs not by the will of the ego but by the urge to individuation from the Self (god/atman). -- Edinger

The process of psychotherapy, when it goes at all deep, sets into motion profound and mysterious happenings. It is very easy for both patient and therapist to lose their way. This is why narrow and inadequate theories of the psyche are clung to desperately--at least they provide a sense of orientation. If we are not to submit psychic phenomena to the Procrustean bed of preconceived theory, we must seek the categories for understanding the psyche within the psyche itself. --Edward Edinger

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One of the most common and very real dangers of inner work alone and in therapy/soul work is when one becomes unconsciously identified with the daimon where one mistakes the daimon for oneself believing that its qualities and manifestions belong to oneself. One suffers from inflation, both positive and negative. Inflation is a helpful Jungian term describing what happens when the ego becomes positively or negatively identified with an archetype or a quality of character. Inflation involves what cognitive behavioral therapy calls "all or nothing thinking," and what object relations therapy calls "splitting" where self or other (be they person, place, thought or thing) are either all good or all bad but can't have both good and bad qualities. Depending on the "flavor" of one's personal daimon in an inflation one believes he or she is the daimon or a particular quality of the daimon.

Part of the consciousness work in therapy for one identified with the daimon is 1) becoming aware of the daimon as an autonomous factor within one's psyche, 2) disidentifying by differentiating oneself from it and, 3) discovering what individuation business one has with the daimon, and it with you. This involves working with both the negative and positive shadow (though ultimately the negative shadow once understood, owned and integrated has a positive wholing/balancing effect on a person, one is not all bad and not all good). Shadow work entails working with one's personal history from infancy through childhood and into adulthood ongoingly, never ceasing, in order to discover the archetypal themes and energies, one's "personal mythology," to use a phrase from Jung, which one is usually living unconsciously. Making the unconscious conscious is shadow work and one's personal myth like all myth, religion and art entails encounters with some daimonic destructive/creative events, persons and places. In dreams it may manifest as a devil, animal, dragon, monster, witch, Darth Vadar, And thief to name only a few. The daimon may also appear as a positive figure in dreams. The hero of the mythic quest of one's life is predestined to encounter, confront, slay (integrate), and befriend the daimon and shadow. Befriending often implies some light chummy hanging out with an acquaitance or friend so I want to impress that that is NOT what befriending the daimon and shadow means. These are serious and all too real realities within and must be taken as such. Jung has said that most people believe that these inner forces aren't real. They're just "imagination," meaning "not real." This, says Jung, puts people in deadly peril of the unconscious. He describes it as if people are walking around with poisonous snakes in their pocket and don't even know they are there. Eventually they will be bitten and poisoned. The unconscious must be approached with the proper attitude for it gives back to you the attitude you give it. A naive New Age approach to shadow work almost destines one to have a powerfully negative encounter with the unconscious and the autonomous factors within it. "Dancing with one's gremlins" may be a useful exercise but shadow work is more than a dance and a gremlin is NOT predisposed to dance with others. Neither are dragons, demons, monsters, etc.

"Hell Has Value," My Daimon Reveals Itself
The daimon throws us down, makes us traitors to our ideals and cherished convictions -- traitors to the selves we thought we were. -- Carl Jung
Four years ago I had my most clear image and encounter with my own daimon. I always intuitively knew it was there within me which Christianity, other religious studies/flirtations, collective hibbity-glibbity, complacent, Hallmark card-like, spiritually materialistic, patchwork confections of pirated spiritualities, techniques, psychologies, philosophies, gimics and formulas reduced to psycho-sanctimonious programs, presentiments and presentations could not redeem, enlighten, New Age sugar glaze, namaste or placate with scriptures, dogma, affirmations, past life regressons or soul retrievals!! This, my daimon, when I finally saw him, was a dark, underworld Grendel-like creature (I recommend to you John Gardner's excellent novel, Grendel, which is the story of Beowulf told from the viewpoint of Grendel the monster. The recent movie, Beowulf, portrays a horrific and accurate depiction of the monstrousness which even Grendel himself loathed and could not control, an excellent example of being negatively identified with the daimon).
I finally inwardly saw him while crossing the street at W. 91st and Central Park West one day heading reluctantly and resentfully toward a professional commitment which I had come to loath (I realize now it was the daimon's loathing and my ego was catching up to his dark wisdom). I stopped mid-street and said outloud, "I SEE YOU!! What do you have to say to me?!" A car horn blew and I scuttled to a park bench with 5 minutes to spare before the dreaded meeting. Daimon answered, "I fucking HATE spirituality!!!" I burst out laughing for he had named an as yet unexpressible and until then difficult-to-own truth I had yet been able to confess. As he and I spoke he ragefully told me that I had kept him "in the deepest and darkest depth of Hell" and I knew when he said it that this was true. I wept for I had been very much unconsciously identified with him as him, a persecutable and persecuted monster. He hated spirituality which would not at all embrace his essential instinctual and warlike energy, "SACRED ENERGY!" he screamed. I knew then that I would have to remove myself from all so-called and supposedly spiritual affiliations professionally and inwardly introjected. Excising/integrating these introjections proved and still does to be stubborn and tenacious work. These had served as rigid character defenses propelling me away from the depths, material, psychological and instinctual. I told the daimon that I did not know how to work with and for him but that we could try to find a way. I also knew, and he confirmed, that our work together would offend myself as I knew myself to be as well as many others I had once been associated with personally and professionally. "Was I prepared to lose all this?" he asked. Already miserable I said, "Yes." I then said I wanted to take him out of Hell. To my surprise he told me that I "should not and could not lose the Hell realm. It has tremendous value to the soul but humankind has not been able yet to assimilate this aspect of soul much less acknowledge any value to it." This got my attention!! Having been born into, bred into, and educated into a Christian Fundamentalist church and culture (this permeates all of America and not just the South where I am from) where Hell has no value to humans unless we're cursing others to go there and has value to a rigidly "just and exacting deity" (Jehovah) I was "all ears." This was meat. This was heavy draught. This would not be easily chewed on but chew I would and I intuitively knew of the correctness of Daimon's view. Jung apparently had arrived at a very similar understanding (see his Answer To Job).

I have yet to assimilate Daimon's wisdom on the above but this is my meat and drink and most probably my ongoing life task to work till the end of my days. My Daimon is obviously NOT a Judeo-Christian, neither is he a New Ager, a New Thought "bliss-ninny" nor of many others. Actually, he's more of the ancient religions of early human history, more Greek or Roman or Norse.

James Hillman's book, Dreams and the Underworld, deliciously explores the dimension of the Nightworld, the mythic (read, REAL!) unconscious where, says Hillman, human Dayworld values must be left behind. In the Nightworld, in Dreamtime, in the Unconscious, the world of daimons and more, one enteres often kicking and screaming or, dangerously to self and others, New-Age-naively, to encounter a more accurate and politically-incorrect-to-the-ego-and-dayworld-values view of what individual and collective conditions really are like. Because dreams are ruthless, "impartial facts" from the objective unconscious many people resist them knowing that if taken seriously one's whole view of nature, ego and the self will be profoundly altered.

In Michael Eigen's brilliant and dense and very readable book, The Psychoanalytic Mystic, in a section describing the function of faith in psychoanalysis and therapy work he speaks of "the explosive or catastrophic potential in every therapeutic encounter" (page 124). This is certainly so in any encounter with the daimon. Therapeutic work implies the goal of becoming conscious and making consciousness thus a conscious encounter with the daimon which is explosive/catastrophic is an inevitable arrival in good and patient therapy. Eigen describes William Blake's Heaven, a similar description which my daimon says of Hell and what Hillman implies in his book on the underworld, "William Blake describes heaven as all out war between every human capacity in which all have their say without compromise yet incessantly enrich and are enriched by others. Here faith functions as a boundless or infinite container (pages 124/125)." I have personally found again and again overtly identified-as-spiritual groups containing to be the exact opposite of Blake's description. The so-called "spirituality" and the "spiritual group" demand an absolute merger usually with either a consciously identified leader or often enough a de facto leader who demands merger with that leader and her/his group on that leader's terms. If one begins to emerge and individuate from that leader and group then usually one is identified as a kind of virus, a faction, and is scapegoated and run out, excommunicated or fired. The powerful charismatic leader or leaders are often daimon-identified which gives them direct access to energies within the unconscious, making them numinous (Rudolf Otto's term meaning "frought with sacrality" or, as Jung would have it, possessed by an archetypal energy and thus unconsciously identified with it) which gathers follower and acolytes. Said followers and underlings are also assigned the task of carrying the shadow of the leader who usually can find no shadow in themselves when inevitably there begins to be "trouble in paradise." This inability to find the shadow is willful, very toxic and pathological. The leader or leader identified group experiences her/itself as a victim of that one emerging from the group trance and individuating.
In pondering these dynamics from recent personal experience I had a sudden insight into the brilliant psychological wisdom in the Buddhist idea of the bodhisattva and his/her vow as I understand it. The bodhisatva is one who closely approaches awakening/enlightenment but, most importantly, with ego awareness and acceptance refuses to be fully enlightened until all sentient beings are. The wisdom in this is so profound in that when one is enlightened (if such a thing is possible...I have my doubts) or arrived others are doomed to carry his or her shadow individually as will the group. My understanding is that a bodhisatva, enlightened or conscious enough refuses to allow others to carry their shadow and thus is the healing wisdom in the bodhisatva vow as I most recently understand it. I make much of the image of the sitting Buddha with one hand significantly touching the earth. Material existence is inimical to perfection and perfectionistic agendas, programs, and this hand upon the material plane keeps one a bodhisatva viator at most (not never achievable best), unfinished yet on the way, working it in consciousness work in touch with the material plane of existence, it's exigencies, including imperfection, nature, instinct and sin, missing the mark. In saying this I want to make it clear that I have no aspirations to bodhisatva or perfection states of mind but I do aspire to the most difficult task of owning my shadow, integrating what I can of it, and finding a conscious way to value Hell and other psychological realms and experiences. Daimon brings his own enlightenment, awakening, what Jung calls "conscious endarkenment," real darkness, not excised of evil via slight of hand New Age/privatio boni "good thoughts." (Again, see Jung's Answer To Job where he analyzes god, good, and evil and the notion that evil is just the lack of good).

Jesus, too, demonstrates a bodhisatva viator refusal to be redeemed (Christian enlightenment) in his admonition to remove the log from one's own eye before one righteously go after the splinter in the other's eye. Profoundly, this astute psychological wisdom derives from a man who, according to his story in the Christian New Testament, would catch the negative projections of not only the major religions and the government of his day bus also be scapegoated and identified as the splinter, the log and the whole forest along with every tree that ever existed, this man who was a carpenter who also fittingly died upon a tree. He became the shadow for everyone, says Christianity, in attempt to relieve humanity of it but as Jung radically points out the shadow transformation which occurs in each our owning and working it transforms not just ourselves but the very shadow of god (Answer To Job).

Heaven or Hell or, rather, heaven and hell, divine warfare between human capacities as well as transpersonal powers vie for conscious attention and relating within the individual for humans have the growing capacity for consciousness which is within and partakes of "a boundless or infinite container," the Self, Atman, or any number of words attempting to approach this mysterious yet palpable, experiencable even though unnameble hold. I stress the need for the ego here in this operation, this alchemical operation, this warfare of human capacities "which enrich and are enriched by others." Thus the essential importance of recognizing one's daimon and working with it.

Psychology has an ongoing fantasy (and by fantasy I mean a very real image moving up from the very real psyche into the imagination of an individual and group) of "integration" of part-selves, daimon, shadow, personal history, historical events, personal, collective and transpersonal powers. Some integration is possible but is never ever complete. Our capacity to dream and in dreaming encounter the nightworld reveals a basic faith in ourselves-as-nature of a boundless or infinite container which holds heaven and hell dimensions and expressions of external and internal existence. New Age spirituality and psychology, most historical religions and some cosmologies oriented toward transcendence reinforce the split in humans between these heaven and hell dimensions. "A boundless or infinite container" holds, endures and cooks (in alchemy the cooking vessel is hermetically sealed and firm) both dimensions (the opposites) and from that intense and searing conflict consciousness grows. The human being contains and is the vessel of this divine conflict enduring, tolerating, at least trying to, the intolerable stuff of self and Other/other. The fantasy of tolerance, too, though ideal, is innimical to material existence which is born and fabricated of and from conflict. Realistically, humans can barely tolerate themselves and the other but (I take this after Bion and Eigen as an object of faith), there is a boundless, infinite container to which I can only bow to and be grateful for for I am an often intolerable mess of warring capacities and contradictions ala Hillman as it is the very nature of the soul to pathologize (see PART ONE of this essay for more on the soul as pathology).

All this one endures or must try to endure. When wide awake to the fact that the soul pathologizes one is humbled and liberated all at once to live more freely one's creaturely instinctual self less addicted to transcendence becoming more embracing of the givens of human existence, more embracing of the noble and tragic creatures we humans really are. As Ernest Becker accurately says in his always astounding book, The Denial of Death, we are creatures who cannot get over the fact that we are (conscious, creative) "gods who shit!" W.R. Bion says that the tragedy (and hope) is that we are creatures who have indeed evolved up from animal consciousness enough to intuit/know where it appears we may be going but(t) our bodies and nervous systems haven't evolved enough as yet to handle the tremendous animal drives which demand and command us all the time. Ken Wilber accurately calls this our present Centauric condition, our being at the centauric level of consciousness, half animal/instinct/unconscious and half human/rational-creative/conscious. We are awake now to both and must endure as best we can the conflict of these opposites that we are. I take comfort here in Gabriel Marcel's homo viator to soften Bion's, I believe, accurate assessment of the human species; we are, as Marcel has it, viator, on the way, still evolving or, as centaurs, still trotting.

With Becker's insight in mind any inflation humans have is confronted by this "shit" he mentions in his description of humans as "gods who shit." To think we are gods is to be inflated and thus to be gods who shit, says Becker, comes as a shock to our system as humans. However, I find that the dream of the infinite, boundless container is an image of the alchemical container mentioned above in which the prima materia, the primal stuff, the "shit" begins to be cooked and ultimately, so the alchemical fantasy goes, is transformed into gold (which is an ever expanding hold which includes and does not exclude shit). Jung's discovery of alchemical symbolism in psychotherapeutic containers helps us, gives us faith in transformation. Perhaps that which is most transforming is the growing awareness of the infinite boundless unbreakable container which holds the heaven/hell of Nature and Consciousness, of warring human nature within and without. An intuition of, an experience of the cosmic hold is transformational indeed and reinforces faith in not only the value implicit in the very struggle to transform but in existence itself. Eigen says, "All (warring) capacities find their place within a primary faith."

I call this primary faith animal faith, the kind of faith that the animal has, say, when after the lion has hauled down one of one's own, the gazelle herd just a few feet away from the mauling munching lion bend their heads back to the grasses to also feed life. That bending to the grass is the statement of faith: "Not today, death. I live and eat. And I'll run when need be." Animal faith assumes, contains that facticity that life/death go on. Creation and creatures continue. All are contained in the boundless, infinite container. A good study of kabbala informs us that the Container is not static but alive Itself, ever forming from cosmic material givens, the sephirot (sacred vessels which are archetypes of creator and creation).

Click here for PART THREE (re: Alchemy and the Daimon: Chaos, Shit, the Solar Plexus as the Alchemical Container = Para- and Sympathetic Nervous System in the "Cauldron" of the 3rd Chakra...

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Of Boundaries and Bounders, Hermes Makes & Breaks Them Without Apologies

Any discussion of boundaries calls for a presentation of the god of boundaries, Hermes/Mercury. According to C.G. Jung he is "the patron deity of depth psychology," which goes into the depths of the unconscious through the personal unconscious and into the transpersonal archetypal layers of the unconscious, to bring unconscious archetypes, energy, and content up over the boundary/threshold into consciousness. Hermes is chiefly known as a guide or psychopomp, "psycho/psyche" meaning "soul" and "pomp" meaning "sending, sender." Thus He is a soul sender, in, through, and beyond official boundaries.

As Guide and Teacher, Hermes is a troublemaker, a boundary and rule breaker, a thief, a liar, and loudmouth truth teller. He's not "appropriate." He is a god of messes and makes plenty of them. He equally is an equal opportunity trickster manifesting chaos in both secular and "spiritual" settings where He is duty-bound to mug each without apology, with or without reason. The more Light-identified or Justice-identified the individual or group the more likely an encounter with Hermes is fated. He shouts out, "the king has no clothes..." or "ah, what a load of crap..." or like Cher in Moonstruck, as she slaps Nicholas Cage, "Snap out of it!". He's a trickster who shapeshifts to shock and startle, bringing a new way of perceiving reality, as it is, not as one visualizes it.

Hermes is not about safety. Safety for Hermes is being street smart, eyes wide open, canny, cunning and swift of foot and mind. He's a fast talker, a sideways walker-talker, speaking out of both sides of his mouth in order to gain something, to steal something hidden away in the unconscious in order to make conscious "by any means necessary" holy and unholy, writ, or wit, or twit, equally valuing the white between the lines, opening out or in to a "WHA'?" of mind.

Hermes, a god of occult, hidden knowledge, teaches by reversals, mistakes, sudden insight, and revelation. He is well-acquainted with the dark, the unconscious, the repressed, and forbidden, not only a protector of all wayfarers on official byways, but is the god and protector of thieves. He lies in wait, then springs upon and reshapes that which is set and stodgily staid into new revelations, new meanings, new formulations. He is the god of interpretations, of hermeneutics, which is the art of reading texts and finding the meaning "between the lines".

Hermes is a messenger deity, thus His winged helmet and feet. He carries messages between the upper world (the conscious), the lower world (the unconscious), and the inbetween world. In ancient times it was believed that if you entered the underworld without a guide, you would never come back. Hermes is that guide. He knows the ways of the demons there. He speaks "demon" and proclaims "shadow", and will shout it from the rooftops willy-nilly. He helps to negotiate and integrate the shadow, for He is a god of integrations, re- and dis- integrations in the depths of Dis (see William Blake's cosmological poem, "The Four Zoas" re: the Kingdom of Dis).

If one courts and sports with Hermes, be prepared for egg on the face and shit on the shoe, winged or not, and a large portion of humble pie which "is always hard to swallow with your pride" (lyrics from a Graham Nash song). Being a dissolver, He will dissolve groups, organizations, programs of all flavors that are too pompous and self-inflated. He wounds the healer and heals the wounder. He transforms all values in an ongoing evaluating and revaluing, unsettling those values which calcify into sacred cows. One of Hermes's first acts upon birth was to steal the sacred cows of His brother, Apollo!

I will use the following dream to reveal how Hermes shows up in contemporary dreams. As far as I know, the dreamer had no knowledge of the attributes of Hermes prior to dreaming this dream:

A client dreamed that he was late getting to the airport to fly to Europe, due to traffic congestion. He finally arrived, but found there was a problem with his passport and ticket. His plane was leaving shortly, and he felt "fucked with" when he realized that he had left his most important baggage back with the baggage claim man. He ran back to the man, who, upon seeing him, said, "I knew you'd be back for this", and gave him his bag. The dreamer explained the problems with his ticket and passport, and that the plane was about to leave. The baggage claim man smiled, and said, "No problem. Follow me." He led the client through a series of doors through which only airport officials go. In minutes they were at the gate. The doors were about to close. A few words from the baggage claim man to the flight attendant, and the dreamer was led to the airplane door. The client shouted his gratitude to the man, and asked his name so he could find him upon his return. The baggage claim man shouted back, "My name is HERMAN!"

In this dream we have the presence of a god, Herman, or rather, HERMES Himself, the keeper of the gates, breaker of rules and boundaries, who knows the right people. The baggage claim man (and the flight attendant) could allude to the dreamer's therapist, who functions as a guide and hermeneut in the ways of the client's conscious and unconscious life.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

From Kansas-to-Other-and-Altar-Wise, An Account of Personal Experiences and Observations in a Mexican Curandismo Clinic, Part Two

Bety Ramos in her healing templo

The final stage of a "limpia" (cleansing) - always fire


PLEASE SCROLL DOWN OR CLICK HERE IF YOU WISH TO READ PART ONE OF THIS ESSAY WHICH WAS PUBLISHED FEBRUARY 1, 2008

The following is part two of a two part account of my personal experiences and observations of curandismo, traditional indigenous healing practices, in Southern Mexico (see Part One.).


[This opening section here is the same as in Part One. You may skip to "Part Two" if you've already read Part One.]

[The photo at the top is of the limpia fire circle (click on the photo to enlarge it). A pentagram has been drawn with denatured alcohol in the center of the circle to cleanse it. The other photo is of Bety R. at her card reading table. Click on the photo for enlargement and you will see the card deck she uses for card readings].

For six years I have apprenticed with Bety R. who has a very busy and successful healing clinic near a large city in Southern Mexico in the high planes between two cordilleros (mountain ranges). Born into a family with generations of curanderos and curanderas Bety grew up around healing practices all of her life. She has incorporated techniques and philosophies of Western wicca which includes widdershins, the use of the pentagram and other wiccan practices. There are angel meditations but I do not know whether these are from wicca for these are no sweet Christian or New Age angels. They are more akin to angels as primal energies of creation mighty and terrible in their service of the Almighty and Mysterious Creative Energy. Part 1 consists of autobiographical experiences with thoughts about these experiences as written in my notes during and after extended visits with Bety. I account for some of the tools and techniques and offer personal obserations and thoughts about personal motivations for studying and practicing curandismo. I speak of the appeal of power and the temptations thereof.


View some photos of my recent trip to Mexico at this site:



PART TWO

CARD READINGS

Many of Bety's clients drop in regularly for a card reading. Bety and her assistant are extremely intuitive card readers. The card deck appears to be a regular playing deck only I have never seen this deck in the U.S. The "Bety Spread," as I call it, consists of placing all cards on the table in lines of ten. I have yet to determine how the spread works, the significance of placements, etc. Once all the cards are placed on the table Bety looks over the spread then with a flash of fast fingers starts to count from the first card with a human figure, up and down, back and forth. She will ask a clarifying question or two and then begin to interpret the cards. The client participates by providing information along with their own questions from which the reading unfolds. Often enough people waiting in the same room participate by volunteering their own intuition, questions, comments. This seems to be tolerated very well by the person whose cards are being read although I personally would prefer a more private session. Bety's readings can be tender or tough, mincing no words when she needs to convey to a client that they're on a perilous path or ignoring a serious problem.

An unexpected participation in a card reading

On this most recent trip I unexpectedly participated in a card reading by Bety for a fifteen year old young man dressed in gang clothes with many insignias. Very tatooed with death heads, Santa Muerte, the Virgin of Guadelupe, and several famous Mexican rock band names, he had a lizard-like look as he sat at the card table across from Bety, hunched over, head down, trying to vibe her out with his tough venere. Unfazed and somewhat amused Bety quietly, quickly and agressively tapped over the cards in his spread. Then with a look of disgust she cleared her throat loudly as if spitting up some foul thing. Leaning over the cards with a head butting motion almost into the face of the kid now arching his head away from her, she screamed at him, "No me mentires!! Don't you lie to me!! You are a liar and the first lie I catch you in I'm going to beat you myself and run you out of here! You are in great danger. You could get killed by three people whom you foolishly believe are your friends. They have already killed two people and they are thinking of killing you. Verdad?!! True?!!"

Wide-eyed, the tough collapsed into tears and poured out a tale of gangs, drugs, sexual initiations, violence, betrayals, jealousies with easily shifting loyalties, and territorial turf war. He was planning to run away to another distant Mexican state to escape the gang and the three young men who were planning to kill him. He was distressed because he discovered that the gang he was in also had a chapter there where he wanted to hide out. The young man's older sister who had dragged him to Bety wept, too, and looked to Bety for real help. Bety had called me over to the table just before the reading to observe. Bety looked at me and asked me what I saw in the cards. I saw nothing as I was not familiar with this particular deck. I had nothing to offer regarding this young man's story so I suggested that another card spread be made with the goal toward solutions or possible solutions to this young man's problem.

Bety agreed and commanded the young man to pray hard as he shuffled the cards again. He cut the deck. Then Bety pointed him and me toward the limpia/cleansing room insisting that he bathe for his life in the flames. She told me that he needed an adult male to cleanse him. After my cleansing him both she and I would work on him. He would need to return for the next 2 days for more work.

He bathed vigorously in the flames. I was as scared for him as he was for himself my being unexpectedly thrust into this life and death matter where his, his sister's and Bety's expectations were that I would be of some assistance to him regarding this dangerous gang matter. I was imagining gang members waiting outside of Bety's gate to kill us all when we exited the temple area.

The flame vortices roared twining high and hot with lots of dark smoke as I directed him to stomp, growl, punch the air and throw up bad energies. After he stepped out of the fire and while the assistant took photos for images within the circle for interpretation, diagnosis and prognostication I cleansed him further while evoking for him fortifying protective energies. I prayed to the Eye of God (see Part One for my comments about the Eye of God archetype) and all its suitable manifestations to protect, guide and save this kid from a violent death. The kid trembled having lost his persona of toughness at the card table when Bety called him out about lieing. He appeared to be 8 years old at most.

From my journal notes of the session:

Bety entered and quietly went to work.

I have never ceased to watch Bety's eyes when she commences to do energy work as they become non-human, bird-like, with a kind of sheen in them. She seeks and sees the energy field of the body and works it according to what she sees. I worked at the kid's back, she the front. Dipping our hands into a bowl of water fortified and "sweetened" with a spoonful of men's cologne called "Siete Machos" ("Seven Machos" with seven male horned goat heads on the label) we cleanse, fortify, and sweeten this young man's energy field. And we pray.

Bety makes some symbols on his forehead, throat, and heart (pentagrams) then places his hands together in front of him in an open cupping gesture. She makes energy passes over the hands as if cleansing them then drawing energy into them. She twice taps out points of a pentagram in his hands then gently pushes them together in a praying gesture. She gently guides the praying hands to the kid's heart with one of her hands over his hands at the heart and her other hand at his heart center on his back.

The kid looks visibly calmer and energetically clearer. His face is relaxed as if in trance. He really looks like a sleepy little boy. I then guide him to a small, quiet room and gently speak to him. He needs a safe place to stay. His sister enters with Bety and we together commiserate where this safe place may be. I have a rental car and so it is determined that I will drive him to a small village in the chaparral an hour and a half away where his grandmother lives alone. I'll pick him up the following morning and drive him back to Bety's for further work.

Regarding the second card spread made before the kid and I went to do the cleansing ritual, I don't know what Bety saw in the spread and I forgot to bring it up to discus with her the following day.

The end of Bety's work day

At the end of Bety's work day, usually 5 or 6 pm, and once the assistant and I have cleaned up the temple, we each have a limpia in the flames to cleanse ourselves of anything which may have adhered to us from the day's work. The assistant then dissolves and cleanses the limpia circle with more fire. A burning candle is placed in the center of the once-was-the-limpia circle to burn through the night (the floor is concrete as is the entire structure of the clinica/templo and thus it is safe to burn an unattended candle). We gather before the altar and pray to Metatron and the Eye giving gratitude for the privilege of doing this kind of work (Please see earlier blogs re: Metatron).

As we step out of the clinic and through the front gate Bety makes the sign of the Cross at her forehead, her mouth, then her heart. To her this is indeed a temple, a sacred place, and she leaves it as she enters it, crossing herself and praying.

As we all walk toward my car we discus what we'll all have for dinner, our separate plans for the evening, and then we see the taxi coming toward us driven in a fast cloud of white dust by Bety's new boyfriend. Bety cackles that he "can't get to her fast enough and who could blame him" her "being all sexxy and a real prize." She's winking wildly at us all. She speculates as to whether they'll be able to get home "before the fires start." As we howl with laugher her walk becomes exagerated, that of a "mamacita," her full and ample hips swaying like large solid bells in their tower.

The taxi slides to a noisy stop in front of us.

I drive the kid to his grandmother's as the sun sets behind the high Oaxacan mountains. He's quiet and shy. Forces larger than both of us are at play and we are both silenced by them. He runs to his grandmother standing in the doorway when we drive up as if she had been expecting us. She nods to me once in acknowledgement, embraces the boy, then both enter the adobe home surrounded by smells of dinner and the pungent odor of nearby farm animals. The insects of the chaparral loudly drone as the dusk rapidly advances.

It is night by the time I park the car and walk back to the hotel.