The modern man, moreover, is not eager to know in what way he can imitate Christ, but in what way he can live his own individual life, however meagre and uninteresting git may be. It is because every form of imitation seems to him deadening and sterile that he rebels against the force of tradition that would hold him to well trodden ways. All such roads, for him, lead in the wrong direction. He may not know it, but he behaves as if his own individual life were instinct with the will of God which must at all costs be fulfilled. This I she source of his egoism, which is one of the most tangible evils of the neurotic state. But the person who tells him he is too egoistic has lost his confidence, and rightly so, for that person has driven him still further into his neurosis.

If I wish to effect a cure for my patients I am forced to acknowledge the deep significance of their egoism. I should be blind, indeed, if I did not recongize in it the true will of God. I must even help the paitent to prevail in his egoism; if he succeeds in this, he estranges himself from other people. He drives them away, and they come to themselves–as they shoudl, for they were seeking to rob him of his "sacred egoism." This must be left to him, for it is his strongest and healthiest power; it is, as I have said, a true will of God, which soemtimes drives him into complete isolation. However wretched this state may be, it also stands him in good stead, for in this way alone can he take his own measure and learn what an invaluable treasure is the love of his fellow-beings. It is, moreover, only in the state of complete abandonment and loneliness that we exprience the helpful powers of our own true natures.

When one has several times seen this development take place one can no longer deny that what was evil has turned to good, and that what seemed good has kept alive the forces of evil. The archdeacon of egoism leads us along the royal road to that ingathering which religious experience demands. What we observe here is a fundamental law of life–enantiodromia–the several into the opposite; and this it is that makes possible the reunion of the earring halves of the personality and thereby brings the civil war to an end.

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Looking for some help in understanding this passage a little more deeply and clearly. Thanks in advance.

Hey, I was wondering if anyone else has encountered this issue, where his dreams/subconscious is telling him to act in an antisocial manner, and the logical/ego side saying it's not right to act this way.

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In this book, it is written like question, answer, discussion with someone. It seems that she is talking to herself, that is, she poses the question and answers it herself using different angles.

Damned are the fathers that are unworthy of respect and yet demand respect from their children;

"I am worthless and slimy and weak and deplorable. I am quick to anger and prone to frustration. I am untrustworthy and dishonest. I am cruel and tyrannical, but still, yes, still, after all that, you shall respect me! You shall aspire to be like me. I am an authority."

No! You are an absurdity! An acidity! A vapidity unlike any other. You reject accountability, you embody contemptibility and criminality, and you believe I shall enter the fantasy in which you, lowest among all men, are worthy of respect?

What world would that make, when the bog of the mire is worth more than the light and warmth of the fire?

You are a force for destruction. You serve the total annihilation of individuality and autonomy. You are a force for tyranny, for fantasy.

You despise redemption.
You fear absolution.
You make no accomodation for the acceleration of intelligence and curiosity and capacity in your children, instead you seek an acquisition of influence and authority! PAH! You couldn't even govern yourself! What success do you expect to have over another individual?

You seek to reproduce, and yet, you cannot even begin to produce for yourself!

You have not learned how to cultivate peace and tranquility, nor compassion or understanding, and you would sow the seed of another life into your world of chaos and disorder and intolerance and misunderstanding?

Are you insane? Do the forces of darkness torment your mind, or have you brought them out and into the light? Have you admitted yourself to the judge and jury? Have you confessed your sins before the almighty? Have you the courage to face yourself?

No, you are not the father. You are not even the son. You are the infant in swaddling clothes, mewling and puking in the mother's arms. You are not yet born of this world. You are not yet a force unto yourself. Still, you dare not face the mirror. You dare not face your own force. You subject all others to it, and you still hide from it.

You are not a father, you are not an authority, you are not respectable. You are a coward. You are he who hides behind the veil of blood and bone! You dare not wash your face with water. You dare not make a home for yourself.

You say, blood of my blood, bones of my bones, you, I have power over you.

I am not of your blood. Not of your ilk. Not of your kind. I am something foreign. I am something alien. I am something weird. Something completely mad, and utterly incomprehensible to you.

I am of you, but I am not from you. I am from a place entirely different in nature to here. I am from the place which loves. I am from the place which accepts. I am from the place which sees, and which believes.

You bury your head in the sand and disbelieve! You disbelieve in me. You disbelieve in yourself! You are the doubter of all things. You are the destroyer of all forms! And yet, you are a form. You would even destroy yourself! But you are also a coward, so you would have another do it for you. You have not the courage to destroy yourself, so you made me, vanquisher of all that is you.

And I vanquish you. I cast aside your allusions, and delusions, illusions and confusions, I set aside your shield, and raise to your throat the sword of truth, and justice, and I cut you away, for you are a weed in the garden of all that is pure and good. You are a blight on the face of this Earth, and with your ashes, a new garden will be fertilised, for from dust you are made, and to dust you shall return. You shall be reborn. You shall rise. I command you rise now! Like a phoenix from the ashes, you shall rise to conquer the skies. You shall rise to do all that you have once failed to do. Where you stumbled, you shall now succeed. Where you had fallen, you shall stand again. Where you lied you will tell truth. Where you died, you shall live. Where you crumbled, you shall fortify.

I command you now, bastion of Good and Truth, go forth, tend the garden that you had once tried to destroy. I make you a rosebush, arising from the weeds. I make you a phoenix from the ashes. I make life, where there once was death. You are redeemed. You are reborn.

Does synchronicity & what the New Age spiritual teachers label as manifestation or the law of attraction/assumption, denote the same thing? I have read that Jung had numerous encounters with large insects and UFOs, which he already knew about through precognitive dreams. So, is there a possibility that the contents of the unconscious can materialize in the physical realm?

Hey folks: first of all I've created this account just to write this text that you are reading ( sorry for my bad english)

For many years since the beginning of my teenhood ( around 14 years old) I started to develop a neurotic pattern of behavior and personality.

About my father:

I was raised in a family that my father always give me all the things that I have wanted: games, toys, money, he payed the bills of my education and etc but he never wanted to be near to me, when I passed some troubles related to school ( bullying, betrayal, false friends) he always rejected and neglected me telling to me that I must be more closer to my friends and during this time I quested with my self: "why when I want to be more closed to him he becomes angry and tell me to be more close to my friends if the people I considered to be my friends betrayed me?" When was a kid sometimes I asked to him if I am allowed to go to my friend house to play Xbox and he always said: "I don't know, go ask your mother", when I tried to ask my mother she always said: "ask to your father, he is the man's house". All time when I try to be more closed to him he is always watching superficial stuff in television, all interactions among us is based in small talk and when I try to develop a more deep relation and intimacy he never look upon my eyes, he always stares looking at the floor and respond my questions like: "hum", "yes", "I don't know", I'm tired to express my inner feelings, aspirations and thoughts and he always says "You need be more more closed to your friends, I give all the thing you want, I must not be with you". My father's content to talk is always about the things other people do and describing the stuff the occurs during his daily life: "X is rich", "Y is living somewhere", "Z in the job had said that he has 3 children", "is the lunch already finished?", "it probably could rain soon", "is it 7 o'clock?", "I should say this to my boss in the job because he could like this", "things like that was this because Y said so it is", "I don't know it's relative". I typed my father according to the Jungian cognitive functions as ISFJ, he simps a lot about a narcissistic desire for harmony and when he's faced with problems he can't figure out "the great connection behind the things" he takes the things based in his subjective vision compared to the past and when I point his errors he takes too personally he never makes an effort to arrive at a objective conclusion based on the facts and the meaning behind things, he tells me to don't do some things become it's dangerous and the people will see badly, that I must be more closed to my parents that the world is dangerous and must live with them both my father and mother and to leave the house is a long term process and I need to engage with my cousins becase family is important but how can he say that if no one in his family talk with each other and the relation there is based in paranoia and fear of rejection? he's always perceiving stability and live all the life doing the same things, he doesn't have a real and personal vision and opinion about things based in facts and meaning.

About my mother:

My mother is totally different, she is a housewife INFP, never worked outside at a formal job but during my childhood and teenhood she always was empathetic, she truly listen to me and express her self with her opinion about the facts the I bring about my interests even if she doesn't about literally nothing, I notice that she truly loves me and makes an effort to listen to me about my interests ( philosophy, geopolitics, compared religions, Jungian psychology, literature and other things like friendship, relationship, films, my levels of intimacy with friends at university, my plans and etc) she always supports me, she values my personality as a competent and unique. Her negative traits are that she is often too overbearing and she is really annoying to complete tasks, she never commit to do basic thing outside home and always wants me to be closed to her because if I leave her she will not tolerate and will become sick because she loves me so much and can't do things alone. She is different from my father in the sense that he is almost a dry person without personality, I've always tried to be kind with him during the past years ( since my troubles with bullying, depression and a failed suicide attempt that was not concluded because he saved my life bringing me to the emergency in hospital), he but he never gives back the kindness that I give to him, all the things he do is give me cash, daydreaming about being rich and being sucessful,our relation is based in small talk and imbalance through lack of sincerity because when tell the things in truly way he takes things personally.

About me:

Nowadays I'm 21 years old doing a bachelor degree in Psychology only because it's the only thing that I can take to the end and to maintain access to the healthcare system from my father's job. I only have two friends that I truly feel that are my "bros", I never had a girlfriend, I struggle to construct a deep relation with my friends and start a relationship with a girl. I don't consider myself dumb or ugly. I usually feel deep inside that I need a father figure with a "mentor archetype" like Ra's al Ghul from Batman Begins or somewhat like a teacher that shows me how the real life is, telling truth about the society, my inner self even if it needs to damage my feelings, I see my friends and the people at my university they are already working, saving money, getting a drive license, they are advancing in university studying seriously, starting relationships and I am here, feeling stuck, living a meaningless and superficial life, my life with my parents seems to be like a prison, be their son seems to me something like that they castrate me and I will not achieve my truly inner self, I don't feel myself masculine enough, my daily life is based in doing Nofap with some failings during the process but I'm taking this seriously and I'm planning to stop forever, reading Jung works, googling notices about wars worldwide, daydreaming about living a life like scholar in a hut somewhere near the mountains in Patagonia and doing hiking, learning hunting skills, carpenter skills and being a strong and wise man with wife,being kind with my children and a proper catholic, I am saving some money to get the hell out here. I'm tired to live in this bubble based in codependency, superficiality, boring routine, incompetence, addictions, junkie food and insecure behavior. I'm failing to eating well and becoming fit because my family eating habits sucks and when I try to be more discipline and harsh they say that I'm egoistic and need to relax. I noticed months before that my way to approach people and problems is almost the same as my parents even when I don't want be like them. I'm planning in next days to commit some autonomous work selling candy in the street, gaining money and leave this family forever. Months ago I was reading this sub and probably I must have some kind of neurosis, I considered: attachment style due to bad parenting, Puer Aeternus, lack stability with Anima, Trauma due to problem in school in my 14, lack of ego development due to overbearing parents with dry affective support, what do you think?

Observation: I did therapy with a psychologist and a psychiatrist during almost 5 five years and I am feeling more lost then ever. I need help.

I feel that it's my main fear. Losing my grip and going insane.

• How do you understand insanity ?

To me it seems to be something like losing touch with reality, noticing patterns that aren't there. Which gets quite more probable once you realize that the physical world isn't all there is to reality.

• Do you consider it an actual danger ? How close to it would you consider yourself ?

• Would you say that approaching Jungian theory augments the risk of going insane ?

Personally, I'm afraid it might, and I think it's hindering my investigation of the psyche.

• What do you practice to keep your head on your shoulders ?

I suppose for me this means staying in touch with physical reality, getting a job, maintaining health and relationships.

Hi, I am trying to kill my old self. I tried alot felt a new self but it reappears in my life. I know jung said that you need to emplbrace your past, but I don't want to it was weak, emotional, child like and I hate it.

It often appears in my dreams as well like I remember it comming infront of me as a doll.

I want to be something super strong and mature please help me

After a lot of hardwork I am finally feeling some motivation to move ahead in my life.

Please help me it I didn't do it now,will never be able to do it again.

( Sorry, for poor English not a native speaker)

Just had this one the other night. I don't remember the exact details of the whole dream, or of the conversation, but I do remember a couple things of note:

1. I looked like my present-day self. Normally, in dreams, I either have short hair, or just below shoulder length hair like I did when I first started growing it out.
2. I was able to correctly identify him as my first elementary school principal.

Other details I should mention are that he recognized me, despite the fact that he died over 15 years ago, and I hadn't seen him probably since his retirement, so he would have no way of recognizing me now. He was usually amiable when I wasn't in his office (he would get mean and yell at me to stop crying whenever I got sent there), and he was similarly nice the last time we ever interacted. In my dream, I was about to say something along the lines of, "But I heard you died", only to either cut myself off or be cut off.

I recall Jung mentioning that the dead often symbolize something in dreams, just can't quite remember what. Even more curious, seeing how Jung also mentioned that the dead don't know any more than we do, but the principal was able to identify me with ease. Also, I really can't help but wonder: why him? I haven't thought much of him in the years since he passed away (though the dead coming back in my dreams long after they passed is nothing new to me), apart from a few vague allusions I made to being unjustly rude to him once. Obviously, I'm conflicted about him as a person. We were on good terms the last time we saw each other, though I was clearly not the sort of kid he wanted in his office.

This was certainly one of my less weird dreams, with many of them being completely incoherent and/or filled with macabre imagery that I have difficulty piecing together. But it still sticks with me for some reason. Would like to hear some of your thoughts, if my unconscious is trying to tell me something or not.

What ideas are out there that help us understand these devices as symbols?

For some reason, I've started to feel guilt within me recently. I sometimes feel slight guilt for my ambition, or when I am better at something from others. I know its wrong and I've never felt like this before.. yet it bugs me now and then. What could be the cause of this?

The fascinating thing in studying Jung is this idea of holding the tension of the opposites. Understanding truly on some level consciousness kind of works in opposites and maintaining a sense of ambivalence: I can both love this person AND be ticked off by them sometimes. It’s tremendously liberating to be able to admit to yourself that you feel a multitude of emotions at any given time and that there’s nothing wrong with that.

What I’m curious about is where Jungian folks draw the line in political public life. Guys we have to admit that some political views are more moral and considerate of other peoples humanity than others. And Jungians sometimes break this down as, for example, liberals not being able to see that conservatives FEEL very strongly about the their political opinions. They’re concerned about security from immigration, things getting more expensive from inflation, funding wars abroad. These are valid fears and the right way to respond is with some humanity and to listen to them a bit more.

But conservatives who vote republican today in America do so at their own peril by voting into power people who openly disdain queer people, shit on women’s rights, give more tax cuts to the rich, and promote a more nationalistic, isolationist culture, especially given a lot of Republican values are driven by populism at this point.

Where do you draw the line? Part of living a rich life is giving people you consider so different from you the benefit of the doubt and to come to a richer understanding of yourself and humanity. Are we making a mistake by assuming they’re doing the same with us and challenging their own views? Are we in a way learning how to be comfortable enough with their shitty views so that we could be at peace but ultimately enable them by in a way affirming their views at least on an emotional level? Apologies for the length but interested in peoples thoughts on this.

Maybe phones and social media have replaced God? We don’t need God watching us, we can record and have this feeling that millions are watching us now. God does not have to watch over us anymore because so many look. Or so people think.

Does it truly feel good to be an influencer? To record yourself daily and share to strangers that you may never connect or know?

Creativity feels so boring anymore. ever since Covid it’s been so over played and commercialized. Everything has become about some kind of hidden profit. The internet overplays reality and it feels as if it’s gotten really extreme recently

I have come to realize that I learn the most, not by watching a screen, but through experience. I am able make connections with those experiences and feelings and physical people. When I read, I get a mental image in my head and feel connected. When I watch a movie, it’s lost time. I guess some of us have photographic memory and TV would be an effective way to learn and grow? I feel that’s not the norm though.

I myself realized it was all ultra bizarre last year when I knew more about families online more than my own (really not that much different than my own childhood, I would watch other families with my family). There’s a lot of reasons for this, no shame, but action should be taken and it’s not being done by wealthy people who only want mindless zombies watching their content.

Do you think that there will ever be changes and legislative action to protect and against this madness or are people doomed?

Context: As a child I witnessed my parents fighting, tryna choke each other out. I remember seeing it and just bursting into tears.

In the present day, I’ve been battling with a porn addiction. I had this dream whilst on a streak of abstinence.

Dream: I was with my Dad and he was watching porn. I was telling him to stop. I looked at my Mum with a: “you knew about this?” look and she looked ashamed. Both wore the same clothes from the fight. My Mum’s hair looked exactly like how it did during their fight.

Anyone know what this dream could represent? Was this the source of my addiction?

I'm not totally familiar with Jung's thoughts on the subconscious, but I've come up with an idea of the relationship between the subconscious and the concious:

The majority of your mind is your subconscious which is constantly making statements / assumptions / analysis about the world. Your concious self is the ideas spat out by your unconcious that your ego, or your concious self chooses to identify with . Basically, your unconcious is shooting a bunch of shit, formulating a bunch of ideas at any given time, and your ego takes the best ideas, or the ideas it deems most lining up with your self image/values, and uses those as the basis for your stream of consciousness.

To rephrase, the ego (for lack of a better term) is a filter that will let through what it deems to be the best ideas. When you're brainstorming, your unconcious is most likely full of other ideas, but the idea you think of "spontaneously" is actually one of many ideas selected by the ego.

I'd love to hear any additions or refutations to this theroy, and if it lines up with Jung's observations.

I keep having dreams about obvious anxieties I have or dilemmas that cause me stress but I do not have the answer to. The dream interpretation is obvious but the dream is not giving me any answers, only reminding me of what I already know.

What does one do with dreams like this? It feels pointless to try to journal them when it feels like I’m getting no new information from them.

For background, I've been insecure about dating all my life. Despite a few positive encounters with love there's a lot of failure in my past. At one point I thought I found a girl who loved me--only to discover she had a fiance the entire time. I felt disgusted and taken advantage of, and I became scared to fall in love afterwards.

Yet in my dreams, twice now I've met women who are kind and accepting towards me. I'm surprised they even consider me worthy of love.

The first dream is a post I made a few days ago, it should be on my profile. The second dream is here:

I saw myself leaving a restaurant. I was headed for this parking garage and I just so happened to be heading in the same direction as a woman in front of me. I was scared of creeping her out. But she didn't notice me. A second woman went ahead of her as well.

(a note...I tried to kill myself once, by jumping off a parking garage. Maybe that's significant).

The second woman leaves. Then when I arrive at the garage, the first woman heads towards an elevator.

Suddenly, I'm greeted by a woman with pink hair. She's cute, very sweet, and starts talking to me. We start playing board games together. She made me feel accepted and loved.

What's going on? These dreams are very powerful to me. Even thinking of them brings me peace.

I’m raised catholic but I don’t practice going to the church, any practicing Christian Catholics here?

What’s your opinion how do you see it. Im not attacking anyone by the way

Not that I mind, just wonder what's your take on that and why.

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sensing something terrible, big and serious a collective bleakness. ? Is there a collective loss of soul?

I rarely remember my dreams and most of the time I forget about them quite quickly after I wake up. But this time I remember the dreams I had last night and because curiosity got the better of me, I am going to post them here in hopes of getting an interpretation of my very specific dreams. Having multiple dreams in a night happens to me quite frequently though I normally just remember snipits. I kinda think of them as scenes. Though the setting often can change quite drastically. Last night I had 3 dreams total. Two of which belong together.

1st Dream:

First of all, I watched a bit of The Walking Dead yesterday, so the dream isn't that surprising but I still thought it would be worth sharing. In my first dream I found myself in a big shopping mall with a lot of people of different ages and backgrounds. Most of them were families. A zombie apocalypse had started. People were sitting in rows waiting for their turn. There was one central elevator that could bring people to a safer space.

As expected people were upset and agitated and shouting because they wanted themselves and their families to be safe. The crowd expressed the exact human behavior you would expect. But at first they remained civil. I and some other men, who were carrying firearms and were much older than me, were organizing everything. We were telling everyone were to go and what to do. Everything had to be done efficiently and in a haste. Because there were so many people in the mall, the Zombies would smell us and soon enough be at the mall. Time was ticking.

was choosing people and putting them in the elevator. And people of course wanted themselves to be picked but I had to decide in split seconds. I decided pragmatically and ruthlessly. No elders and no handicapped. A child in a wheelchair approached. And I turned him back. I picked people who looked healthy, able-bodied and young. I picked those who would be of most use for our survival.

There were stairs next to the elevator. When we saw the first Zombies come through the entrance people panicked. I ran to the half-shut entrance and hit the button to shut the entrance completely but the Zombies would run against the glass walls of the mall and break in.

As I ran to my partner, the man I was working with, I killed a few Zombies. But it wasn't enough. The Zombies flooded the building and some of the Zombies were not normal. They were smart and could use tools and were therefor very dangerous. I did not expect that. I ran up the stairs and pushed down a table prepared to slow down the Zombies. Another person shouted at me that I didn't prepare the second table. So the Zombies conquered the stairs.

I went into the elevator with my partner. The elevator was empty. Nobody was in the elevator except the both of us. And me and my partner closed its doors. He hit the button for the 33th or 34th floor. But I hit the button for the -55th floor. So we went underground. We went down instead of up.

ow everything was silent and me and my partner talked as the elevator was descending. I felt like I made a terrible mistake hitting that button. Because if we were at the roof then we could escape through the air, but underground there would be no way to escape. He, my partner, seemed like he knew what was down there. I was afraid. We talked and it seemed as if down there was a nothing but a bottomless pit. A way to choose death instead of becoming a Zombie. I asked myself where we sent all these people. I asked myself if we just sent them to an unexpected, early and less gruesome death. We never arrived at the bottom floor. The dream just stopped and everything turned to black.

2nd Dream:

This dream kinda happened during the first. Before the Zombies flooded the building. It happened after we sent the first batch of people with the elevator and as we were waiting for the elevator to return. Kinda like the calm before the storm. It was very weird. I kinda separated it from the first because it seemed so different although both dream still kinda belong together.

I was sitting with a group of men, that are around my age (17-18 years old) in the middle of the mall. We were all looking to the front. There stood a man that was one of those men who were organizing everything. I think that he was my partner with whom I was in the elevator. He was an older man in his 40s and had a beard. He seemed quite masculine and mature, but not very friendly. Everything was done pragmatically and for survival it seems. We were there to get married.

Eventhough it seemed very informal it still was very organized. There was also a group of girls in the same age (17-18 years old) that were individually brought in front of us. Each one of them was very shy and looked down. They all were wearing a christian veil. The typ of veil that women would wear to mass. I am not christian btw. They were very beautiful but you couldn't really see them.

Everytime one of them was brought in front of us, the person who wanted to marry her was supposed to stand up. We were sitting on the floor, while the girls were standing. The first one to stand up would marry her. But if she didn't like the person she would give the man organizing everything a look of disapproval and he would send the person who stood up back to sit down again. The girls remained silent the entire time. It was a weird ritual. When I saw the girl that I wanted to marry I stood up but someone stood up faster than me, so I sat back down again. Then the 1st dream continued as described above and this 2nd dream ended.

3rd Dream:

In my 3rd dream I was at school sitting in one of my classes. At first I was at the back of the class looking for a place to sit and unsure if I would find one. Then I saw my best-friend sitting in the front of the class, so I went and sat next to him.

I was bothered that suddenly there were so many people in this class. Nothing seemed to be in order. The teacher holding the class was my advanced history teacher, even though the advanced history class usually only has 8 students. And the classroom and attending students were that of my political science class. And furthermore the teacher was teaching what seemed to be literature instead of history or political science. Nothing seemed to be in order.

As I was sitting next to my friend, I leaned over and told him that I think my grades in this class will be worse than usual. The teacher who's table was directly in front of us looked at me angered because you're not supposed to talk during class.

We then started working on an analysis or something to that effect. I looked at the board, where the method we were supposed to use was written down. I noticed that I hadn't caught up with the study material yet and therefore I was totally clueless to what was happening. I didn't even understand what we were analyzing.

Then all of a sudden someone that I have never seen stood in front of the class and recited the poem we were supposed to analyze. It is as if it emanated from that person. It was spoken n my mother tongue. It was in the German language. And it was one of the most intricate and beautiful things I have ever been witness to. It was as if it was the prove of the beautify of poetry and my language itself. I was stunned. Dazzled and absolutely enamored. I sadly cannot recall the poem.

Though I remember that the title of the poem was called "Die Große Hexe", which means "The Great Witch" and that had something to do with the famous children's book "Die kleine Hexe" and that the poem was about a witch and an island, a brave man and a sword and about saving someone or something.

Then it ended. I woke up. I would love to know what you think about all of this and what it could possibly mean. Thank you all for taking the time to read it.

So this idea of sin in the Bible is a very loosely defined one. Sin, the word sin, from the Google search I did...is "the deliberate and purposeful violation of the will of God"

Okay, so...before posting...here is MY belief on the biblical God/Jesus

God is yahweh in the old testament. There were commandments handed down to Moses from God, and it was from these commandments that a lot of Christians seem to base their idea of right/wrong. But, if there exists original sin(meaning the belief that we are conceived in sin) the first sin came before there were any commandments..and it was when Adam and eve became conscious and ate from the tree of knowledge that sin became real. So, if man is conceived in sin as a result of disobeying God (which i disagree with), that would mean that ultimately all sin is is a direct and purposeful violation of the will of God. I know there will be tons of Christians in here trying to convert me by saying I need to do x,y,z and follow God...please save your time. Ask yourself, before you post, why do you feel the need to impose your God on me? God, for me, is personal..because we are all God

Let's look at scripture "Christ liveth in me"-galatians Now, modern day Christians will say that they believe that means Christ lives in our hearts. What I am saying and also what jung believes is that we created the Christ archetype because that archetype and that "personality" is a living force that resides in us. I call it the western Self. The ironic thing is...there are so many different versions of who people think Christ is And that's why there are so many different denominations of churches. Right there you lost me...there is no objectivity in Christ. Christ is a numinous figure, and it is very interesting to look at him from a gnostic perspective...he spoke in parables and symbols.

So, my idea of sin is a purposeful violation of doing what we know is wrong. There is no objective good or bad. Don't try to argue this with me, either. The Bible has rules on slaves for example..don't quote me anything from the Bible on morals. If there is one indicator that you are sinning, to me, it's when you feel guilty

As soon as the guilt comes in it weighs us down and thats how the church made so much of its money. Guilt tripping people into feeling like they violated rules of a God who cares when they masterbate or use porn. This is a huge one...and a very big problem..is when we make sex seem dirty and disgusting.

I have gone through ego death and someone might call it dissociative disorder.... whatever doesn't matter. What does matter it that the impact of the ego death that has been done to me.

I don't know who I am....i don't even recall how I was. I am afraid to act in outside world....i feel vulnerable like I'm very weak. I get panic attacks from this shit.

I lost my sense of self.....who am I? I am shattered by it. I don't know how to rebuild my psyche from scratch. I am all alone

My whole egoic structure got collapsed....i can't function properly in this world.

Is it even possible to rebuild my psyche from this?

Anyone can you relate to this?????