MODALITY of Cosmic Therapy: A Coded Symbolic World of Personality
Let’s explore the intricate secretly encoded symbolic world of unrestrained personality in our dreams. Dreams… Everyone dreams, but not everyone remembers their dreams. Dreams filter/process/integrate/show [for individual panoramic view] Daily undigested visual images: [no matter how distorted and fragmented] The casually ‘discarded’ emotional debris of things, people, places or events that we don’t want or can’t (not yet ready) process/assimilate/digest in the waking hours of our lives. No matter how small or insignificant, a meaningful trigger is fired daily to invoke an unimpeded view of informational splendor. Whether you, me, Freud, Jung, or your Aunt Sally are under the microscope, people are fascinated by the content and interpretation of dreams. Rightly so.
Dreams reveal so much unanalyzed illuminated material, if one is prepared for the wavy material process. The various unconnected themes of our dreams are revealed by openly questioning a deeply held notion that we try to hide from ourselves. The awkward set of consistent, unrecognized and easily dismissed material, which defiantly rears its rumbling little head of alerted cautionary signs and ultimate nibble, in the midst of our daily casually indifferent conversations, will not be so rudely dismissed. We engage wholeheartedly, without reservations or barriers (full-fledged, at night, the seething dragon of discontent) once we’ve dropped the subtle hint in broad daylight.
It’s an unsuspecting ‘lapse of the tongue’ ‘horror’ that we don’t necessarily want to deal with, so we conveniently put it aside; as if he went to another place without a fight. There is no such luck. The beacon of lonely illuminated light will shine again with all its animated intensity when we close our eyes to try to sleep. The dreams are fascinatingly supportive (uplifting) on arrival and lingeringly haunting on departure. They portray a wide spectrum of unavoidable events camouflaged in a series of nonsensical nonsense (or so it seems), making them that much easier and satisfyingly appropriate to dismiss. Or so we think. But, like all nebulous and fluid apparitions of merit, like a discontented child who does not leave the room until heard, we must tend to flood the persistence of our dreams.
Filled with inclusive clues about our happiness and well-being {as well as unresolved issues of worry/guilt/unease}, these underlined messages of seemingly bizarre concoctions are full of innocuous, yet relevant signs, symbols, and portents of impervious personal surrender. . We need our dreams as much as we need to breathe. Necessary to erect balance as we walk the razor’s edge of madness, we simply cannot exist without them. When we are conscious (arguable term), in the time we are awake and focused on achieving a specific objective or goal, we mistake the incongruous derivative for the genuine substance. We spend the hours of the day in the carefully planned hope of gaining something, doing something, seeing something, feeling something, and last but not least, ‘being’ something. But, in the hedonistic rush of the hour, we forget that all is well, ALL is well. Nothing to do, nowhere to go, nothing to see, and no one to be, except whatever is happening at the moment.
It seems like we are never where our feet are, but rather run and rage needlessly to ‘get by’. Our dreams, if attended to, will slow us down, which will make us reflect IF we are so inclined to stop for a few moments to read the pages of the deferential ‘book of life’. We literally stand before ourselves to see the content of the relentless turbulent activity of our daytime mind, but more importantly, we unbiasedly examine the impetus behind the activity. The unconscious (the capricious demon of inexplicability) contains all the ubiquitous elements that provide the substance of our days. He/she/it will not be ignored or fired.
Inexplicably woven and intermittent dreams disguised on purpose. Never before has time given us the applicable season to pay attention to the ‘holocausts’ placed on the altar of our potent and inconsistent combustible lives. We can become the lush inner landscape vividly dotted with perpetual vital direction. We can choose to answer the call of duty to honor our soul’s desire in a genuine experience. Authentically, we are learning [slowly and methodically, resituating, at times] remember what is truly important at the exact moment we dream our relevant work is the message of the hour: nothing more! If we realize with full certainty that the only way out is in, maybe, just maybe, our dreams will long-lastingly ease our fear, eradicate our conditioned attitudes, and reconnect us with our enthusiastically and artistically inspired divine mission. infused in the sanctification of self.
