Within us we have a personification, something that is experienced as pure and total desolation. It overtakes us with a nauseating intensity and a terrible sense of loss of our individuality accompanies it. It is an absolute feeling of being completely annihilated. Of experiencing one’s inner psychic death personified and dissolved into a totality of a formless and unassociated emptiness. Everything becomes nonsensical, eternally contentless and insipid. A life without our inner person and the context it belongs to. It creates a terrible disorder and puts us under constant pressure from a world of opposites we are then thrown between as we are constantly forced into its uninterrupted polarizing. This is Rota-aimo, and Ruohtta is its host along with the wolf who is his pet and overwhelmingly menacing companion. A terrible place in which we find ourselves when the constant buzz and disorientation of our environment forces us out of ourselves and away from the inner self-organizing source and order that exists in direct opposition to our fear of the influence it has apart from our ego. Because it is at the same time its own inner unknown opposite. Ruohtta is Rádienáhttje’s dark side when he is not perceived and reflected as who he is in himself. Instead of being the insight that arises between all opposites, he is its antithesis. Most often we come to experience his presence to us as the other, or the personally transferred self-regulatory principle that constantly corrects, rebukes and compels them to relate to us and to others in a perfectionistic way, and to only one side of a commonly conceived and accepted social and moral dualism that has nothing to do with the intensity and power that exists in the reality that is brought to us by Ruohtta. People around us who force him on us are truly horrible, and should be shunned like the tormenting mental plague they really are. It becomes even worse when he is transferred in good faith to our children by a narcissistic environment, and for them to meet by themselves before they are even mature enough to understand the meaning of the intensity of this extremely powerful meeting. Which makes it all the more understandable why most of us choose to dismiss it frivolously, or water it down in academic terms that lack the true inner psychological impact this has on us. Words don’t even come close to this experience in any way, but it’s the only way I have to try to describe it. Processing our presence and rebirth in Jáhbmeaimo is one thing, but being pressed or shoved into Rota-aimo by someone, even more so if they are close to us is another thing completely.