There is this child in us who wants to be enthralled, that enchants us, who experience himself in his world without reservation, who do not accept being diminished or judged outside of his intersubjective relations, his psychic make-up or on the credentials of others. But the outer personality, the one we have created for ourselves as a questionable compromise against life around us, our society, and its cultural values to defend us against those who try to come between us and ourselves, or threaten its integrity. It have allied itself out of pure self-preservation with the attitude of a collective personality. Its moods and need to maintain an inner general psychic order. With that which is out of touch with the psychic structure within us that stretches much further back than is recognized by our own lifetime. This compromise is the one that works, feed us, and pays the bills. He has little or no relation to the one we are inside. The one which we always feel that we must somehow relate to along with other’s relation to what it is to them as we constantly switch our appearance between them. We acknowledge and see them both within ourselves and as they appear to us in others.
When we can approach the human potential within us, and contain its energy, and its strength in ourselves, we can share its intensity. Infuse it into our relations. If not, we just want it, and take it as a demand from whoever in our relations that can’t sustain it in their own personal relationship to it. We identify our own beingness through others as we are captivated by that child’s energy, and its sense of community and belonging to everyone and everything. But it doesn’t work that way. Its nature or appearence is also something in its own right. In the psychic consciousness we share and reflect in each other. And that incredible radiance it has is almost impossible to defend against. If it weren’t for the overarching totality, the wholeness it also conveys, and its counterpart in our within who constantly seeks excitement, energy, friction, together with that inner child that has so often and wonderfully aptly been depicted with wings, and if we ignore it, it’s just going to make us an incredibly bloody bore.
Formulated like this, it can come across as really dry. But the direct experience of it, being enraptured by it and being forced to live it out is something else entirely.