I have come to a place where I must allow myself to completely acknowledge my own experiences, to process them and merge with them without them being reduced to something else, either by myself or by anyone else. To take them at face value, and leave for others what they have to face of this on their own. Opinions about them doesn’t make any sense. It is just a defence against being authentic to oneself, and reduce everything to an attitude, or some dogmatic framework. My personal experience of inner and outer reality, of Nature itself have its own longings to re-link consciousness to its origins. It is as indispensable as a neurological imperative. It is not a matter of choice.
I agree with Jung when he says that; ”The developing (inner)personality obeys no caprice, no command, no insights, only brute necessities; it needs the motivating force of inner or outer fatalities.”
For how long has this not been a motif in my life! It is truly something that acts out of its own origin whether I have agreed with this or not.