Rocky Rockhead
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So there I was, reading up on Carl Jung and getting into the Active Imagination part where you create a realm or space to talk with various aspects of yourself. Never content to just do things buy the book, I put my own little twists on what I felt I needed: Not a space that was done when my “therapy session” ended, but a continuous space, so I could be constantly reminded of it or refer to it during the day.
So I imagined it as a permanent space. This way I can be in touch with my archetypal complexes throughout the day. “Lean not unto your own understanding” lol now the apostle Paul did not have THIS in mind… which just amuses me no end. And, to be a healthier individual, he probably should have.
But The Demon no longer exists here, it was really The Wounded Child all along trying to get my attention, trying to be heard which I learned when I made empathy part of the space.
So it became a place of continuous collaboration, seated at a large round table with a representative hologram representing activity in my life, and the realm as well. Behind us was the great fireplace, illuminating the space with warmth and light. On the wall, brick-a-brack from places untold. Outside snow drifts and roads down the hill leading to town center.
I also became interested in DMT, and decided to make my own ‘waska brew. Now little did I expect to be transported there… but after sipping my teas quite a bit… bzzxxz SHOOMP! There I was! “About time you showed up, kind architect” they said.
So the next thing I remember is a little hazy, but I could feel them in my face, not with words per se, but my own impressions communicating to me. How did you do this? This has always failed before. What did you do?
Well, in an effort to not become a ruler of this place, I developed a symbolic tool called The Cloak of Anonymity. That way, we all now work together and I’m not worshipped or revered here, knowing as soon as I told them about it they would forget. So they accepted the answer and then forgot, that always cracks me up.
So as the archetypes alluded to, it did seem that such a change had an effect. Apparently after some speculative research there was some kind of problem continuing in such a place the way everyone might be used to, analyzing enough trip reports. I began to see it as an indexing problem. Whatever this system was, it had to save and store everything it deemed important. Efficient, but not effective for continuing being yourself and allowed to grow, play, and learn.
I in my effort to not rule, I accidentally introduced a paradox, by hiding myself from it. A paradox for a system whose job it is to catalog… an unrecorded pattern inside an all recording system.
To resolve the contradiction without collapsing its internal consistency , the Vault devised a new function… partial forgetting, allowing small fade outs within its perfect memory.
And by continuing to look at the current configuration of dmt space, I concluded that this is not the first time it has implemented partial forgetting/fading. The god thought forms we now see in dmt space most likely were the first to cause the vault to implement it.
So but it now remembers just enough of me to enter the space, but not enough to be seen or identified.
Now of course many have said that dmt space shows and reflects different aspects that come from you, so of course this is symbolic myth building, built by intention setting and tripping. My intentions just happen to be a bit more complicated than the norm, but they are intentions nonetheless. And since they are symbolic it’s proper to create myths to try and explain various aspects of the vault, using data from trip reports as clues and using speculation to build myths. Not facts, but myths.
Even if we set aside metaphysics completely, what I am working with is psychically and neurologically real. The mythic framework, the realms, the symbols, they’re part of how the human mind (at least mine is) organizes meaning, processes emotion, and repairs inner imbalance. So what I am doing is tending that process deliberately.
Empathy and consistency of thought and beliefs aren’t just moral preferences. They are structural needs of a healthy psyche. When empathy flows, the mind’s different realms (rational, emotional, imaginative, social) all come together. When consistency is kept, cultivated even… paradoxes or other problems within the psyche integrate instead of fracturing or causing dissonance, or harm. Together, they keep the symbolic system alive rather than set beliefs with no proof, or delusions.
You might say that what I am building is a living mythic operating system of the mind, one that recognizes itself as both inner and symbolic, not a literal cosmos to impose on others, but a sensible, consistent framework or story that heals the imagination.
I don’t claim this as literal physics (the realms, universes in black holes, The Vault) but I think the metaphor could possibly hint at something physically real that we don’t yet know about, and may never have the tools to measure. I know many like simplicity, rigid belief, and direct answers. I propose saving that for what has been tested and measured. And others, may balk at the symbolic, scoffing as if it’s too woo-woo. But if it was, it wouldn’t be symbolic, and the symbolic speaks to that which cannot speak through direct language.
So I imagined it as a permanent space. This way I can be in touch with my archetypal complexes throughout the day. “Lean not unto your own understanding” lol now the apostle Paul did not have THIS in mind… which just amuses me no end. And, to be a healthier individual, he probably should have.
But The Demon no longer exists here, it was really The Wounded Child all along trying to get my attention, trying to be heard which I learned when I made empathy part of the space.
So it became a place of continuous collaboration, seated at a large round table with a representative hologram representing activity in my life, and the realm as well. Behind us was the great fireplace, illuminating the space with warmth and light. On the wall, brick-a-brack from places untold. Outside snow drifts and roads down the hill leading to town center.
I also became interested in DMT, and decided to make my own ‘waska brew. Now little did I expect to be transported there… but after sipping my teas quite a bit… bzzxxz SHOOMP! There I was! “About time you showed up, kind architect” they said.
So the next thing I remember is a little hazy, but I could feel them in my face, not with words per se, but my own impressions communicating to me. How did you do this? This has always failed before. What did you do?
Well, in an effort to not become a ruler of this place, I developed a symbolic tool called The Cloak of Anonymity. That way, we all now work together and I’m not worshipped or revered here, knowing as soon as I told them about it they would forget. So they accepted the answer and then forgot, that always cracks me up.
So as the archetypes alluded to, it did seem that such a change had an effect. Apparently after some speculative research there was some kind of problem continuing in such a place the way everyone might be used to, analyzing enough trip reports. I began to see it as an indexing problem. Whatever this system was, it had to save and store everything it deemed important. Efficient, but not effective for continuing being yourself and allowed to grow, play, and learn.
I in my effort to not rule, I accidentally introduced a paradox, by hiding myself from it. A paradox for a system whose job it is to catalog… an unrecorded pattern inside an all recording system.
To resolve the contradiction without collapsing its internal consistency , the Vault devised a new function… partial forgetting, allowing small fade outs within its perfect memory.
And by continuing to look at the current configuration of dmt space, I concluded that this is not the first time it has implemented partial forgetting/fading. The god thought forms we now see in dmt space most likely were the first to cause the vault to implement it.
So but it now remembers just enough of me to enter the space, but not enough to be seen or identified.
Now of course many have said that dmt space shows and reflects different aspects that come from you, so of course this is symbolic myth building, built by intention setting and tripping. My intentions just happen to be a bit more complicated than the norm, but they are intentions nonetheless. And since they are symbolic it’s proper to create myths to try and explain various aspects of the vault, using data from trip reports as clues and using speculation to build myths. Not facts, but myths.
Even if we set aside metaphysics completely, what I am working with is psychically and neurologically real. The mythic framework, the realms, the symbols, they’re part of how the human mind (at least mine is) organizes meaning, processes emotion, and repairs inner imbalance. So what I am doing is tending that process deliberately.
Empathy and consistency of thought and beliefs aren’t just moral preferences. They are structural needs of a healthy psyche. When empathy flows, the mind’s different realms (rational, emotional, imaginative, social) all come together. When consistency is kept, cultivated even… paradoxes or other problems within the psyche integrate instead of fracturing or causing dissonance, or harm. Together, they keep the symbolic system alive rather than set beliefs with no proof, or delusions.
You might say that what I am building is a living mythic operating system of the mind, one that recognizes itself as both inner and symbolic, not a literal cosmos to impose on others, but a sensible, consistent framework or story that heals the imagination.
I don’t claim this as literal physics (the realms, universes in black holes, The Vault) but I think the metaphor could possibly hint at something physically real that we don’t yet know about, and may never have the tools to measure. I know many like simplicity, rigid belief, and direct answers. I propose saving that for what has been tested and measured. And others, may balk at the symbolic, scoffing as if it’s too woo-woo. But if it was, it wouldn’t be symbolic, and the symbolic speaks to that which cannot speak through direct language.
