Every morning I have to get out of my psychic reflection, out to the allness sense of nature as being, of which my mind is only a part, out to the earth as the experience it is of the totality that is the psychic flow in the within of the without. An attention that is aware of and listens to all background forms of energy in a psychic field that spontaneously directs everything from its source together with a creative primordial singularity that acts as an organizing principle in all that exists. A kind of background to life that is the non-material potential and intersubjective experience of all psychic processes, and the information that coordinates the creation of the material world as objects for our external senses. Where matter is considered etymologically as in mater or mother and our bodies act as a conscious interface that interprets how she makes herself known. It is like a reference to life as the psychic flow both underlying, and constantly present in all events and happenings that occur in and around us. This is what I have always tried to relate to, and think that everybody is trying to connect to in one way or the other. The forms in that something we commonly refer to as our experience of everythings potential in reality.
When writing this above, I suddenly was reminded of a dream I have had where the dream self cut through a cabled electric fence to meet my inner couple, my guide and his female counterpart, or psychic reflection. Wherein I at the same time also liberated mother nature, where she, dressed in traditional Saami clothes, stepped out of her earthen peat-goahti, and greeted the rising sun with open palms inside the now broken enclosure that previously held us from being part of a larger whole as prisoners. I passed through the opening I had made and went towards them to meet them, and I also show them the luggage I carry with me packed on the snowmobile’s trailer. This earlier dream almost becomes something of a premonition of later events in me. That was the first time. Now i pass through that opening every morning.