Not
Facebook Folly
“I
am what I am not, and I am not what I am,”
concluded
the “little ball of fur and ink” in his
great
dialectical inquiry Being and Nothingness,
failing
to resolve the paradoxical nature of soul’s
inner
and outer self and the core mystery of life
that
preoccupied the founding father of depth
psychology
to the last draw on his pipe at the ripe
old age
of 86, ferreting out the secret way with
the dream
life of his patients and ancient Gnostic
texts;
and the strait gate of the narrow way gave
the Wizard
of Bollingen private entry into life’s
sacred
mastery of soul’s individuation—and oh,
what
a joy meeting him in my dreams to discuss
my
book The Way of Soul that I had just written,
putting
the biggest smile on his venerable face
with
my disentanglement of the Gordian Knot
of
the human condition that plagued the world
since
Heraclitus: “I am what I am not, and I am
not
what I am; I am both, but neither: I am Soul,
my
true self.” That’s
the mystery of the mystical
marriage
that 99.9 percent of the world cannot
apprehend.
But as merciless and cruel as life may
be, it
is equally fair and sweet; and if we don’t
get it
right in this lifetime, we will keep coming
back
until we do; and that’s by Divine decree,
not
Facebook folly.
Composed
in Georgian Bay, Ontario
Tuesday,
March 5, 2024
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