I don’t know where I get it from. Where it originally comes from. It’s something that’s been there all the time. And that makes us ”know” by experience from where psychic forces like the noaidis, Dionysus, and shamans come from by their influence on us. When we abandon the attitude of the wounded customized creation of that person we invented as a distorted relation to our cultural parental couple within us, there is nothing left. We no longer know what we are. Or how to relate. We fall out of the outer community with which their presence unites us, and into the unknown. To the source of life. To its immediacy. It drives us ”crazy”. This is where we meet the personality that has been calling to us all along. The one who made us surrender to the forces that affect us from there. When we no longer are or can be the personality we created for ourselves from the anxieties and worries that were transferred to us, but instead find the inner voice we have between us and ourselves. This is how we come to meet the first one, and the one who teaches us about our own objective voice by indulging in the power of our psychic experiences, and come to terms with them. But if it is ignored or repressed, we become sick. The violent force it expresses has no outlet. Instead, if we identify ourselves with it, we become destructive, self-absorbed and cannibalistic. Much like the Native American Wetiko, a terrifying psychic influence that will ultimately kill its host, because we find no way to translate psychic experiences into an interpersonal social context. All sorts of compulsive behavior arise from it instead of the compulsion being an expression of the influence it has on us as part of our psychic reflection and what it conveys to us. It is always close to the forces of life that entrance us when we are in their vicinity, and it transforms them into something tangible through the psyche as its vehicle of materialisation. But the condition is that we also have to expose ourselves to them. Otherwise, we feel empty, drained of energy, of life, which distances us from our social context. The intensity of this character conveys a voice similar to that of the hero. But in a sense of psychic conceptualization, and with the same force and unconditional courage. It just takes a different direction. And if our society and our first parents only convey their inner anxiety as an extension of their artificial relationship to our social environment, and not our inner cultural parent couple as a guide to our inner voice, it is distorted into something it is not. Most of the time we just transform it into something literal and meaningless from a psychic perspective. Which only makes us feel even more of an outcast and out of context. Because it puts its finger on that side of our societal relationships that literalize everything, while also imagining that what we experience is something that we can control with sadistic self-control or an authoritarian suppression of it. Something that has become what is called normal, or the standards of behavior at present time. In other words, it is what drives us mad and is brings him forth.