The psyche does so many things

The psyche does so many things. We experience ourselves so many different ways. I had a dream once that I was hurtling through space on a magic carpet, through red rocks over a moonlit desert. There was a puffin walking beneath me, and my hat flew off but I grabbed it before I lost it to the desert floor. This was a psychic experience. Not only did I experience it when I woke up, but I was also experiencing it at the time.

Our conscious lives are simply psychic experience of one sort or another. Every experience we have is mediated through the psyche. Here I get lost. Where does the psyche end? What should be considered psychic? Should the process of your stomach digesting food be considered psychic? At some level we are aware of it, but it is not what we would call “psychological” in the strict sense of the word. And what about blood cells traveling throughout your body? Is one just “unconscious” of this? And if so, is there some way to get conscious of this? I would say no, but I have no way of really knowing.

So there is a line between the psychic and the non-psychic, but I don’t think we’re sure exactly where it is.

The psyche has currents. Different parts vibrate at different speeds, and manifest differently in consciousness. Take, for example, the time that you were in an emergency and you had to call 9-1-1. Was that just a thought? Was it an emotion? Or was it your entire being that ran to that phone and pushed those numbers. Was there anything distracting you? Was your mind dazed, or lost on some other unfinished matter in your life? Probably not. Probably every cell of your body was directed toward placing that phone call. It probably seemed like the entire universe depended on you getting through.

And then there are other times. Other times that you can’t decide what to do. Other times when a thousand possibilities are swirling through your head, and you wish one would just jump out and say “Me! Choose ME!” Those times are difficult because we seem to be contending with a whole host of forces coursing through our bodies and minds. So it seems: some actions that we do seem to come from a fuller place – a place of certainty, while others seem to come from tiny threads: we hope this is right; we think this is the case… but it might not be so.

The unconscious is happening all the time. It is a set of energies that sets our life acourse. I’ve had many experiences in which things have just “come” to me. Words, images, even feelings. These things have seemingly just “arrived” at my doorstep without any intentionality on my part. They seem to be preordained, and they give you the feeling of them having “supposed” to have happened like that, that they could not have happened any other way.

When sadness overtakes you, it is like some force, some grip. We often talk about emotions but nobody has really taken the time to think about what they are – what their substance is. I envision them as psychic waves that pulse through our psyches at varying frequencies and intensities. Certainly there are thoughts that come with the emotion – enough with these psychologists trying to decide which comes “first”… The thought comes with the emotion, and we are only equipped to be conscious of one at a time. Do you think we could simultaneously be fully conscious of a thought and an emotion? It’s impossible. We can waver back and forth between the two, but consciousness only has room to observe more of one or the other. One of the two necessarily slides into greater unconsciousness. So there are these rhythms, these currents, these frequencies that visit us that are all part of the unconscious matrix.

They seem to be unique, independent strands of energy that can only intermittently be apprehended by consciousness. Consciousness is now, present, golden. Time is the awareness that these forces are moving. Like personal consciousness is a golden sphere that just passes over different parts of a universal consciousness.