Hi Vineeto,
Hehe yes I do know how to “get down to brass tacks” in fact I have used this practical knowledge recently to push into new territory, which is fabulous!
I will use Geoffrey’s below quote to explain what I have done :
RICHARD:I am full of admiration for the ‘me’ that dared to do such a thing. I owe all that I experience now to ‘me’. I salute ‘my’ audacity.
Geoffrey: Who is that ‘me’, if not humanity?
‘I’ am humanity. And as such, ‘my’ destiny can be achieved.
“Pleasant and wholesome” could become a refuge, a hiding place, for an individual ‘I’, a special ‘I’, fortified in dissociation from the dark soil of humanity by its acquired ‘actualist identity’.
> If one is to be humanity, then nothing of humanity shall be foreign to one.
> “The psyche is a frightful place” indeed.
> What is it that Richard admires about ‘me’? Daring, and audacity.
A few days ago I realised that although I did a good job of exploring, investigating and diminishing the “human constitution” I nevertheless stopped each time right when the “lid was off” and ‘I’ was experienced where ‘I’ am forever threatened, where the core of ‘me’ as an instinctual ‘being’ is seen.
In fact what I see clearly now is that all the armchair philosophising and steeple chasing (anything but doing) was exactly that, a way to avoid seeing ‘myself’ were ‘I’ am forever threatened. And it’s actually quite impressive what efforts ‘I’ went to in order to prevent the bright light of awareness from being cast on the innermost recesses of ‘my’ being.
Well this clicked the other day, that I could not say “nothing of humanity is foreign to me” because I have not dared to look into ‘my’ very ‘being’. And of course how could I ever look to give up that which I have not even intimately experienced, and this is ‘me’ after-all.
So I proceeded into the “frightful place” of the psyche haha, not as a “one and done” situation but with the intent on maintaining a fascinated attention, to explore every nook and cranny of the very depths of ‘my’ being. I thought to myself that I have been tasked with the job of painting the most realistic image of the depths of ‘my’ psyche.
I can certainly see why nerves of steel and daring are needed, at first it was as if I would go mad or collapse into an incoherent mess and yet once the storm calmed down somewhat I realised that 1 - These are passions and calentures not facts. 2 - These affective storms leave no emotional scars. In fact I found that after these deep explorations it would be as if someone just wiped a grimy window and now more freedom and more perfection and purity was shining through.
So I have succeeded where I failed time and time again in the past, I have stepped forward exactly where I would usually turn around. And I know from direct experience now that it is safe to proceed.
Since daring to experience the “frightful place of the psyche” I have found myself more and more in this wondrous “no man’s land”, it is not Terra Actualis but it is certainly not reality anymore. And I find myself in this wondrous place without the affective storms getting in the way, or when they do come up they become just another opportunity for ‘me’ to be seen even clearer.