A couple of nights ago I followed my night ego down into his world where he showed me another companion of mine who I have kept at a distance for a long time to give me an opportunity to absorb the meaning of all his antics. Actually what he revealed to me was a pair of opposites where our scoundrel forms one end of two extremes. Our inner varmint and our inner saint. The saint is the adaptation we make to the morality that comes from the embodiment of the human being within us. Where we become vessels for its influence on us and our psychic reflection. The rascal is the one who is constantly on guard so that we do not become too one-sided and confuse the relationship to our saint with a society’s conventionalism and attitude to what the individual should accept in himself and not. If this becomes too restrictive and strained, the rascal appears who then draws attention to it for us. This pair of opposites was especially evident when I was young and their influence over me was instinctive. The power of their presence overwhelmed me and I could not yet resist them and develop my own relationship with them. Often it meant that I did something stupid which then, to avoid the shame and lack of responsibility that was required, identified myself with the saint to escape into a naive and holy innocence. The same thing happened if I encountered it in someone else. I just identified with them instinctively. Which may have hurt them or made them feel bad about themselves. Now I can clearly see them not only within me, but also as objective psychic figures operating within us all. Together they act as gatekeepers for me and lead me to those within me who collectively act as my inner cohesive psychic whole. Without them and my knowledge of their influence on me in our relationship to them I would just be a fool in any psychosocial context. A child who lives on pure instinct without any contact to my inner person and what it is in this place that acts on me, both in relation to myself and to others. This scallywag may even turn us into cattle, and make us completely enraptured. Because if we cannot be vessels for ourselves, we take from others what we need to fill ourselves up with theirs. My experience tells me that they are most often constellated in an environment where people have become too conventional in how they relate to our inner person. A too one-sided saintly identification with the superego and the universally recognized and accepted in the collective consciousness, provokes the rascal in us in its absence of genuine human relationships. Their constellation is always present when we blame others or underestimate ourselves, which violates both our own and other peoples self-esteem. But I also perceive it as if my interaction with them is what awakens the deeper and older animistic approaches to life that are latent within us. Which shows that the two have become detached from the whole of the original inner person, conceptualized as Raediengiedte in sami, and function as paradoxical sub-functions of it. That they are the ones that matures in us and become combined in a figure of what is referred to as noaidi’s, tietäjä’s or just schamans. Those slightly crazy, introverted wise old men and women within us who served as links to our inner selves, outside the conventional framework of our societies and its relationship to the people in them.