All the conflicts I have, that emerge in me, are conflicts that erupts as experiences between me and myself, and what I experience as composed by that relation to me by my interior as ongoing inner processes in their direct relation to events in my daily life that surrounds me and my psychically embodied inner counterpart. The word that I find most suitable for where this takes place is the soul. Although it does not do full justice to the relationship that this is within me. It makes it both something independent of me and something like me, but different. And to something I have to come to terms with together with it. It is also constantly balanced by the voice that behind it is the self-organizing and cohesive whole that guides both of us in our relation to each other. The tension and conflict that arises here has nothing to do with my environment other than that I first identify it there and it is where I create a conflict out of it. It’s not something that just happens to me alone. We all see it all the time around us. But our own part of it is not there. We find it in ourselves. Between us and that within us that has something to show us in relation to the processes that cause it, as it is this growing consciousness that we relate to as the partner our person within us constantly have to face and understand. Without it we have no purpose. We have to rely on that other people have this connection to themselves and provide it for us. But the world we live in constantly shows us how hazardous this is. So it is not favorable for us to seek it there. We just have to find it for ourselves. And maybe help someone find the path that can lead them to what this is in themselves as we share this with them. In ancient Sami traditions, both sexes were present within us all the time as two separate personalities, and our meeting with Juoksáhkká was the challenge that was decisive in our preferring one over the other. But both were active all the time in an ongoing dialogue within us, and to how our psychic relationship then was formulated to Máttaráhkká and Máderáhttje in their cultural sense. Something that we often confuse with our biological mothers and fathers and distorts in our relationships with each other.