He writes that all of mainline psychology has been predicated on the belief that the ir-rational is to be made rational. The issue we have been told is one of being “un-conscious” or “sub-conscious” which requires then a movement to make conscious (rational) what is inherently ir-rational. However effective in certain ways these procedures, they have always existed to promote an overly ideational-conscious only model, which is easily co-opted by Systeme, the abstracting social and political forces of Death and Control in our World.
What if the ir-rational and rational are always to remain in tension, thereby becoming the source of creativity and acts of liberation?
I’m starting to think Rank was on to something big.
The deep wave of sadness indicates that I am being pulled away—for some period of time anyway–from relative truth. All relative truths. Even relative words used to point to the Absolute. Even relative schemas of the trans-schematic. My heart is simply crying and pulled apart and its time I just sit in the misery of the Absolute and let the sorrow flood.
Rank has silenced me. There is nothing for me to say. This is how I feel.
Not much point in long posting, thought out pieces on this blog in my current state of mind. I have nothing left for that. I may link articles I find (relatively) of value, though no guarantees.
I feel the pain of the entire Universe and in the face of that I don’t know how to respond. I don’t know what point speaking in the more intellectual-academic manner I normally do matters—for now. I’m not in that teaching-socially constructed role at this point in my life and my words are not doing anything to ease the pain of the zillions upon trillions of beautiful, suffering beings.
I’ve been so afraid of “Zen-sickness” being just melting primarily into the Absolute as an escape. In my desire not to fall into that trap, I’ve apparently swung the pendulum too far in the other direction. I have sought to live completely in Relativities.
The “cure” to this “sickness” will not be found outside.
It’s time I cut even the however faint and nebulous psychic-emotional ties I’ve bonded myself to through this work.
It’s time for it to die. Perhaps it will be re-born at a later time, in a new form. But for now, it is a time for endings.
God bless you all. Love, CHRIS