It is an extremely sensitive time when our consciousness grows out of the original whole and the ego simultaneously tries to maintain contact with it on its own internal terms, and still connect with all its parts and the sensations that then govern their interactive functioning and our mental actions. It is as if we have to separate ourselves from it, yet remain in touch with its content. Most often though, we lose that connection at the same time as we transfer it and become completely dependent on external sources for it to continue to be conveyed to us. This disunion will make us try to piece together a functional balance, most likely ideal, invulnerable and perfectionist, between the external sources that best reconcile us with the influence that the internal parts of the whole have on us. If we somehow manage to maintain a contact with the greater whole, a dissonance arises between the content of it and the manifest world’s ability to experientially perceive and formulate its psychic properties and nature. We interact with it unconsciously by identifying with its nature, and by expressing its inherent qualities, we just take for granted that we are what it is and associate our ego personality with its content in an outer sense and make its actions ours. Which turn the confrontation with those we have inside us into something we stage on the outside. When we do not know who they are and what their true inner meaning is for us, they control us through the external sources we use them in as we cast them in our external relationships. If no one assists us or guide us to our own confirmation of the experiential content of our encounter with them, we experience an inner psychic confusion without any structural balance, and without the chaordic center that unites us to the whole both as something in itself, and as something that confronts us with its inner parts. All farewells. All parting ways, the cessation of, or a withdrawal of psychic energy, as it constantly appears and disappears in our daily lives, will be attended with anxiety, sorrow, and melancholy. In the worst case, it will even dominate our lives. The same sense of loss we experienced of the first or original and broken contact with the inner whole will arise again and again and make itself known to us as if the very access to it and its functioning depended entirely on external sources. In the dysfunctional relationship between our inner father in a cultural sense, conceptualized in Sami as Máderáhttje, who is the one who directs our ‘spirit’ to our collective consciousness and the contemporary content that our own time prefers, will unite our inner source of inspiration with external sources everywhere. Which will make us psychologically disoriented and lost within ourselves. We will have no personally experienced contact with our inner family, our Sáivu family, or any living contact with the contents of our psychic energy. The source of our force of life. It won’t make any sense to us because we will have no real relationship to life. We will only use it as an intoxicant to satisfy our undeveloped and narcissistic needs. Something our relationships will constantly remind us of.