So its blog post no 8 by my counting.
The response has overwhelmed me, something akin to flood waters breaching the levy.
Of course I’m not talking about the external world but those ragamuffins, ne’er do wells, vagabonds, clowns, hucksters, popes and priests, poets and painters, saints and sinners, the whole melange and menagerie of characters who make up my internal world.
All have vied for attention, hustling to get to the front of the queue to say their piece, to direct and give expression to their bile, their soft platitudes, questionable wisdom and colorful language.
Sometimes with my mind its like living in a train station; you just wish though they would all occasionally get on the train and go on holidays for a while.
If you think though that my mind is so very different to the worlds majority, to describe it in these terms, I’m afraid not; if it were I might try and patent it.
You only have to look in your own dreams to see the vast array of characters who come to life every night to plague, seduce or entertain you. They are all part of you, in all their extremes, in all their weirdness and sensitivity.
The great thing is they all have something to give and tell us.
You can certainly look at your mind as a random thought generator, refer to archetypes and aspects, right and left brain traits etc etc, and there is a place for that.
I wonder however given we generally live in and around people whether sometimes we might be better placed to look at our minds and what populates it, in very human terms, as characters, with very specific traits.
If I am to understand myself I must find my own way in; dreams and the characters who populate them work for me.
What’s that got to do with the journey to being a (lower case) god? Well I seem to recall from my days of religion its suggested (upper case) God knows and understands all its people, individually.
I rest my case.