Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Gnosis Through Crisis

Identity Deconstruction and Pattern Recognition in the End Times.

The oldest question known to Man is: “Who am I?”

The answer is somewhat complicated, which is why the question still persists.

Personal identity is a construct. It is made up of interlocking “patterns” or “imprints,” created by repeat emotional/psychological trauma throughout our lives. The deepest traumas tend to occur in the first 14 years of our lives, but particularly in the first 7. This is when our basic patterns—our personal identity—is created.

These patterns interlock and form “grids.” Ostensibly, these grids act as shields. They are like emotional armor to protect us—our wounds—from “life”—which is to say, further trauma, further wounding. Problem is, this armor makes it impossible for us to reach these wounds. Deep beneath our armor, they fester and bleed through lack of tending. And that’s not all. At the same time, our emotional armor—since it “protects” us from interacting at more intimate levels—severely impairs our psychological growth. Like the bound feet of Oriental women or infant children forced to live inside glass jars to create circus attractions, any growth is redirected down these patterns, into deeper and deeper distortion and crippling. Not only are our wounds chronic, they are gangrenous.

However, since the original armor-patterns were designed—unconsciously but instinctively—to cover these early wounds, they can reveal to us (if studied with a dispassionate eye) the nature and “location” (in time) of our wounding. Instead of “following the money,” we need to follow the pattern to find out what’s behind the corrupt system of “personal identity.” Revelation of wounding leads to crisis; crisis provides the opportunity to tend and dress the wounds, with an awareness lacking at the time of the wounding, and so allow them to heal into scars.

We cannot transform our patterns. They were created this way for a reason. But we can allow them to transform us, by being in them without resisting them, by being “tenderly OK with them.”

17 comments:

Anonymous said...

hahahaha....lol
...but seriously Jason , when you've healed your wounds ,what do you become?...GOD!...Lucifer! ..or do you always remain a wounded Dog yearning to be healed by the HAND of GOD or THE WINK of LUCIFER?......lol
maybe its time to redefine your paradigms and wake up! or perhaps you are already God~Lucifer SMILING UPON ME! lololo

no time to wallow in the mire....or perhaps as much time as we need!......Dan.

solar eclipse said...

:~>

aeoli kephas said...

somebody doesn't want to get his hands dirty!

do i hear the sound of defensive laughter - or is that just character armor clanking?

LOLOLOL

Joanni said...

ah lovely ,jason responding!
character armor or is that amor!...
"somebody doesn't want to get his hands dirty!"....you really do not know me! ,anyway,...take it easy! and make sure your amour! does not clank too much!...love Satan.


lol!

Anonymous said...

"defensive laughter"
YOU DON'T HAVE A CLUE................................................................................................

Anonymous said...

OK enough OLD SCHOOL Shit!

Anonymous said...

no one will give me what i need....

Anonymous said...

for those that have eyes to see....
for those that have ears to hear,,,

aeoli kephas said...

who's jason?

sweet dreams said...

fuck you . an i'll kill the next rabit hole that surfaces clean....

endgames said...

endtimes and beyond....

aeoli kephas said...

Dan and Joanni,

Why is your nose still up my ass?
You say my shit stinks, and yet here you are, up my ass.
Take your face out of my ass and go somewhere else.
It is sound advice, and easy to do.
Go find a fragrant field to waste your days in.
Don't come back here, don't stick your nose up my ass, only to tell me my shit stinks.
I think you like the smell of my shit, and I think you'll be back.
You have a secret desire for the aroma of my shit.
Millions of blogs to peruse, but you'll be back up my ass.

Love,

AK

aeoli kephas said...

thanks Mars.

can we move on now?

Intelligent debate only at the blog from now on; all other fart-mongers will be summarily deflated.

Any other Planets have anything to add?

aeoli kephas said...

"Do you always remain a wounded [Dog] yearning to be healed by the hand of [God] or the Wink of Lucifer?... lol"

Argonauts ~ This seems like a reasonable question to me ~ Would/will we truly survive a Transformative Crisis with our hearts and minds in tact?

*CLANK CLANK*

There is strength in companionship. Isn't that why we got on this B.O.A.T. to begin with?

DLV = 555

-venus-

Pure and Simple said...

This is an honest and perfect view of the personality....I especially like the end....we should be strong and love ourselves even with our wounds. That is our way to happiness. Very good point and well put. :)

aeoli kephas said...

ah someone had something nice to say finally! : )

Venus - when we go all the way into the wound we pass through the wound. The wound is never healed, but on the other side, it is no wound at all, but - a vagina?? : 0

Anonymous said...

what you become?you become what you always were and never ceased to be,essencialy.In this time and place,maybe that essence DOES need protection.That makes sens,nothing heretic about that.Even a down to earth psychologist would agree.As for GOD and LUCIFER...''tu ne prononceras pas mon nom en vain''...
patrick