our inner person travels on a journey outside of time regardless of where we appear in it

Based on a dream I had, something has been going on for many years that, through that dream, very much mimicked the myth of Osiris. For as long as I can remember I have been filled with the sparkling vastness of the night sky as something I simultaneously experience within me. But also the deep inner physical and embodied communion I feel with nature, with earth, and the self-organized flow that guides me as their primordial androgynous underlying source of energy that in itself unites all opposites. Out of this my person was created and awakened within me, only to be torn apart and split into numerous conflicting pieces scattered far and wide by his belligerent and chaotic inner brother. But something within me and the one I always turned to in my inner conversation and saw as my inner person’s partner, has constantly brought together all the widely separated parts of me and put my inner person back together. The totality that all these separate events created has simultaneously also shaped events in my life because they have been the influence that has constantly existed within me as the underlying journey I make there. By being forced to descend into their underworld, and walk through the anguish and intense trials that follow as it feels like being emotionally devoured and chewed up, and then balanced and weighed against a sincerity and authenticity that must never be outweigh by the feelings I carry with me there, I then wake up to a world where this dream and my life, although experienced as separate, are one and the same, as my dream is a composite image of my dual experiences of being in both.
Strangely enough, the old Sami conceptual experience of our inner reality is more related to the original perception we have of our inner parent couple, and of our ancestors through the people around us and our interaction with the nature we are a part of in our experiences of the descent into the psychic realm of life.
This dream points to something even deeper within me that operates on a more abstract psychic level than that, affecting me in my existence in a more independent and indirect way by imagination.