the art of disintegration Picture

of myth, phoenix, fool, the wounded healer and dreamtime

The unconscious sends all sorts of vapors, odd beings, terrors,
and deluding images up into the mind-
-whether in dream, broad daylight or insanity;
for the human kingdom,
beneath the floor of the comparatively neat little dwelling that we call our consciousness,
goes down into unsuspected Aladdin caves.
There not only jewels
but also dangerous jinn abide:
the inconvenient or resisted psychological powers
that we have not thought or dared to integrate into our lives.
And they may remain unsuspected,
or, on the other hand, some chance word, the smell of a landscape,
the taste of a cup of tea, or the glance of an eye may touch a magic spring,
and then dangerous messengers begin to appear in the brain.
These are dangerous because they threaten the fabric of the security into which we have built ourselves and our family.
But they are fiendishly fascinating too,
for they carry keys that open the whole realm
of the desired and feared adventure of the discovery of the self.
Destruction of the world that we have built
and in which we live, and of ourselves within it;
but then a wonderful reconstruction of the bolder, cleaner, more spacious, and fully human life-
-that is the lure, the promise and terror,
of these disturbing night visitants from the mythological realm that we carry within

-Joseph Campbell
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