If I am constantly making moving images of timelessness in my interior life, it is what I call reality, or time. Looking at the movie Captain Fantastic from this perspective, I reckon it takes a snapshot of our time. Like a mirror image of our contemporary beingness it becomes a self portrait of the collectiveness of inner life. The matriarchal relationship to women and to the great mother. It is represented by Viggo Mortensen’s wife as a connection to our beingness that is so deficient and sick that she takes her own life. When she leaves her children and her husband, she leaves them with a close relationship to the great mother from whom we all descend as an aspect of pure nature. But she is now dead and has to be renewed. Viewing our selves through this family, we have to confront her reality and stand up for what she represents. The film is then about the family’s attempt to fulfill her last wish about how she wants to be returned to earth. To her true mother, and the encounters they make with a distorted view of her, and the demands that others have in their compulsively conventional and lost relationship to what she represents. She wanted to leave by being flushed down a toilet, and from that perspective, mother nature has begun to restore our relationship to her, as a psychological consciousness in the sense that we also have to share her within our physical existence, with all life. But that means we have to sacrifice our current attitude. She must first die. Be flushed out. We have to give her back to herself. This is what they fight for in the movie. The right to have a living relationship to her true reality.