Estrangement…from our secret “I”

I find myself many times confused and rather estranged having no clue what the next step is.

In those moments of inner confusion and turmoil, I may look through the things written in my blog, realizing with amazement that I GAVE MYSELF ANSWERS earlier, but first now I am able to “digest” them.

Stephanie Jill Rudd:
Oh I so like this. There are so many things I resonate with. Especially the estrangement and the difficulty in expressing…finding words to describe what comes to us as a whole sense sensation and not just words is soooo difficult!! I also find it takes me time to understand what I have written many years before…its like time has to unfurl and then the “me” catches up with it!

That´s the right word: estrangement…Estrangement from the one we really are.

Isn´t it so…?
Everything is a constant surprise, but the biggest one is the moment when you “catch up” with yourself, as if some parts of you knew, before you realize you know.

This uncontrollable “I” is the best part of me.

If we had the readiness to understand more of this unaccountable inner process…Indeed, those ineffable parts of our psyche which function outside time and space…
That autonomous part in me has its own ways, and I confess, it baffles me invariably.

Alas, the limited cannot understand the limitless, likewise, we cannot approach the unfathomable with the fathomable – that´s the difficult part. If we want to know anything valuable. we have to be willing to empty ourselves of whatever we think we know…

Such a paradox attempting to put in words something it really doesn´t lend itself to verbalization…

Yet…we try.

We are our stories

We are a sum of all these stories…

If we run out of stories, we run out of life. Stories are not seditious facts that we are bombarded with daily, but deep meaningful aspects of our ageless humanity. If we lose our real stories, we lose our humanity.

As never before we need real storytellers. We need food for our soul, we need to re-embark on the never-ending journeys to the magic land of our phantasy. What is going on the level of our phantasy and dreams, is not just nonsensical silly figments, but something very central
for the well-being of our Psyche, something which opens the door to an enhanced reality.

In fact, what we see and experience around us, is the outgrowth of the stories we keep telling to ourselves.

I remember a man of modest means once telling me that without stories he would die… I was so moved…

So, I am about to ask something very important:

What stories do you keep telling inside of you? Is our life a series of empty cynical facts as we are expected to believe, or a glorious tale worth telling…?

I, for one, have never encountered any person of success who hasn´t somehow raised beyond pure empiricism into the noble essence of phantasy. And that´s exactly the right use of their phantasy, which is the outcome of their success.

Late one night after a concert in Malmö, I once met a wealthy man. He confided to me that he once met an interesting man and believe or not – what they did, was spending time together, telling  fairy-tales to each other. To their great amazement, out of a certain story they got the inspiration to an incredible business project. To cut it short, this project made them both millionaires.

No, you won´t hear about these things in newspapers or TV. What universities and other impostors tell you is that success is only the outcome of hard work. Such a revolting lie. The truth is that all rich people I ever met, were original thinkers, and made their fortunes out of contact with something magic and initially unaccountable.

The equation is simple. Try to conquer a beautiful woman through reason and see what you get…Try to achieve something great through mere reason…Reason only means loss and failure, whereas contact with the deeper realities of life can open unexpected perspectives…

I choose the wealth of stories and their timeless wisdom…What about you?…