Neither of my parents had an open relationship with our inner cultural parent couple. To its personal form of expression that they should have had with them there. Or to the inner person who, in relation to his sibling, directs us between all opposites and to the self-organizing underlying spontaneous source that gives us psychic substance, and a value in relation to our life in an external sense. Interaction with them was not a given source of inspiration in their relationships with others. It was mostly surpressed. Because of that it was undeveloped and immature in its interdependence to their surroundings. From time to time they appeared when we were fishing, picking berries, working in the forest or just hanging out together on or around the rivers nearby the surroundings of my grandparents’ or my great-grandmother’s home village. But it was associated with a certain shame and culture of silence. These were things that no one talked about openly. But it usually escaped them spontaneously. Sometimes through reprimands. As I heard it, I absorbed it surreptitiously, and felt closer to them when it happened. It would be until I was 28 before it violently turned my life upside down and reminded me in full force of its influence again. Nature has that effect on us. It nurtures, heals and embraces us in a way that calms our senses when set on fire, and then puts us in a receptive state for our inner person. Which heals him and allows him to grieve the distance his codependency has created. A father who does not have a relationship with the old voice within us which is the self-organizing principle that mediates the insights he is given between all the contradictions we endure within us, is constantly entangled and preoccupied with either one or the other opposite of them without its relation to our individual personal interior context. This makes us imitate our confused fathers because we believe that by doing so, engaging our mind into a thousand different things, we have a relation to each other. Instead we make us codependent in the sense that we become their sounding board. Which is something far from a genuine relation since we have no personal intrinsic value there. We only become an echo in their narcissistic world of contradictions that constantly appear between them and themselves, which they then resolve in a way that excludes the relation they have to what emerges within them and in others independently of them, with all sorts of incoherent thoughts and windy opinions. Without our cultural psychic parents we lack a way of working through them and translate the insight negotiated to us and to our inner person by means of its counterpart there, so that it reflects its psychic reality to us. Which we then together with others interact with. But by our interdependency we try to control our confusion by turning it into a compulsive relationship with only one end of the opposites we get exposed to. Which in itself creates the fear that makes us reluctant to the change it entails. We just abdicate the true responsibility we have to our person within, our psychic life and how it is mirrored between us and our fathers. Not only that, this also exposes us to our transferred interdependence to our mothers, and to women in general by its one-sidedness. To what they must deny in relation to our, and our fathers’ immature and undeveloped relation to our inner life. Our mothers’ burdens and lamentations become ours in our interdependence with them. We feel sorry for them as much as we try to repair the absence we experience in our own and our mothers’ relationship with our fathers. Without nature’s embracing and healing influence on us, we do not discover the sadness that we have defended ourselves against, and the way in which we have defended ourselves against our inner person’s constant attempts to make everything right. And to help him by asking them to start carrying their own wight, and taking care of this in themselves, without us and to relate to us as who we are independent of their interdependencies to us. In this way our nature frees our inner person from the invasive codependency we have learned through the imbalance of our environment in relation to our inner person and the relationships he had there. Nature as this embodied relation to our psyche is also the one who, with the help of her daughter, shows us the ancient voice that arises behind her by itself as the source between all opposites, that guides us with the task that it conveys to us in our lives in its own unique way and independently of others. What I am trying to describe is that we have a relationship with whole families in what is called Saivu in sami. They in turn create a relationship between us and nature, and to the influence that the psychological background forces of life have on us. It is the relationship we have to this that has become distorted. Because it is not about worship but about reverence in how we will interact with what they are. And that’s how we get in touch with them.