Consciousness and the Problem of the Shadow - The House of the Gathering

[Lauren Johnson]

If I was called to analyze this dream, I would speculate that some part of you might be wondering whether or not to be afraid of the pent-up ("finally") forces that might be unleashed ("beat someone up") upon the revelation of certain facts or truths about America ("native American chief") by virtue of your ("friend" "credit") contributions, perhaps on this website.

Hi Drew. Didn't see your response. My Gmail puts all my email notifications in the Trash. Irritating. I don't know how to fix it. Suggestions, anyone?

Actually, I think the dream might have to do with speaking out about deep political matters more than just here. It hasn't been welcomed very much. It has been easier to hide here at DPF. But putting stuff on Facebook that presents the POV on the NATO War on Russia, etc. is not welcomed. I can feel the unconscious darkness coming towards us and worse yet, liberals either engaging in willful ignorance or embracing it. And we don't have a Jack Kennedy to provide wisdom and courage. In my circle of friends and relatives, I feel alone. But it feels good to speak out. That's the joy that Chief in my dream experienced.

David, with regards to your comment, if I were in therapy like I was 35+ years ago, dreams would be essential parts of it like they were back then. I found that interpreting them in the context of therapy was essential. The things I most needed to hear from the dream were the ones I resisted or suppressed. It is indeed such hard work to engage the shadow or other elements.

Regarding the COLLECTIVE UNCONSCIOUS [EDIT: rereading, this should be COLLECTIVE SHADOW], that concept was always just purely an abstraction, something only CGJ would think about, but surely not possible to experience for us mere mortals. Not any more. My experience, encountering the collective unconscious was worse -- a nightmarish experience.

After my wife had died 15 years ago, I was pretty much road kill. I quit my job and went to Central America three times: first, with a church group twice and then to Guatemala alone. By the time I had returned the third time, I was hallucinating a waking nightmare. If I closed my eyes, I found myself in a dark forest with dried leaves on the forest floor. I could hear a beast of some hideous sort crunching through the leaves searching for people to eat. I finally realized I could read its mind. It hated everything that was good and intended to make sure the planet was devoid of life knowing full well that would be the end of its existence. The beast's only comfort was that it had decimated the creation.

Finally, I realized it knew where I was even in that pitch black darkness. It's thoughts were "I'm fattening you up. I will kill and eat the wretched of the earth. Then I will come for you and your ilk. I am so looking forward to that time."

The waking hallucination was only relieved by sleep and finally it ended all together, but not before I was convinced I was truly slipping into a madness from which there would be no return. It was quite unnerving.

Finally, to interpret this hallucination as my experiencing merely my own unconscious would just not do it justice. I knew and know now that I was experiencing the darkness of the world that I was trained to see -- the collective unconscious of the West.

My favorite film which describes the experience of coming into consciousness is The Matrix and specifically the Red Pill scene. I got the chills just re-watching this scene even now. Cheers.

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