the underground home for all people, and the dead, where everybody sleep

Emptiness and anguish is what we feel when we fall into Jabmeaimo, when we can no longer cling to the person we invented to protect ourselves from the worries and anxiety of those around us, their need to be seen and to avoid falling helplessly into the collective consciousness’s lack of psychic structure. In Jabmeaimo we meet all the guises of influences, the forms of the psychic persons we carry with us, and which we meet when we enter psychic time. We discover during our psychic reflection that we have emptied ourselves of the abuses that our social context superimposed within us, and that the impressions we have are spontaneous and no longer have our will-controlled origin but act independently of us there. We are no longer filled by the need for fulfillment that our surroundings transferred to us. We can no longer dutifully be that for them as we cannot exist and operate in others from within them. We can no longer create them to exist in ourselves there. Or be who we once were. It is no longer possible to imagine that we see the other from within himself. But that we instead need our own emptiness to be recreated by what was within us from the very beginning, anew. Only then do our primordial parental couple emerge from Saivoaimo with new directions, and with that we are no longer going to need the constraints of others to control our social settings. They, like us, must find what lies beyond them, and go beyond the looming awareness we sense of the conditional limitations that exist in their inner background that we have adapted to with artificial means. We cannot enter into our end of psychic time from within another person. But we can be there and by that beingness point to its existence, and be there on our own terms as we meet them there. If they dare to step into it for their second birth.