Quiet the Voices?
Is quieting the voices that different than silencing them? Yes, I hope so.
Imagine a round table with seats available for those who are willing to suffer the formality. At the table are patient selves willing to place on hold all other matters if necessary, to hear out the rants, raves or reasoning of those in need of a hearing. But there is no "audience" granted... only a seat at the table, and with the seat comes responsibility.
Sixteen years ago....
A man lost his apartment.
So, no. I don't seek silence.
Is quieting the voices a type of settling for something less that what we strive for? Settling? No. Rather it's about and endless series or all or nothing. Whatever I am-- predestined or by choice, that is what I am--through and through. There is a piece of myself committed to every cause. For every monster in the world there is a monster in myself, true by every characteristic to the original. How else can we fight the monsters in the real world without a piece of ourselves willing to play (no... be) the monster in the internal struggles? A pitiful struggle it would be if I were to face a tiger in real life if I hadn't wrested real tigers in dreams and in the deep sub-conscience.
Settle? No. Compromise maybe. But compromise is an action carefully negotiated.
Are you familiar with St. Anselm's "proof of God?" The ontological argument defines God as "that than which none greater can be conceived." So too with the monsters, I think. By necessity any true internal struggle must be with the greatest opponent we can conceive, else the "struggle" is merely playacting--good for catharsis, maybe, but of little practical value.
Yet... the monsters are not just foils against which we fight, they can be a strength as well. When facing the attacking tiger, unleash the dragon.
Yet if we have patterned the horrors in ourselves, surely the benevolent strengths in this world are adopted as well. For we do not house the monsters except by necessity.
The problem is that the greatest conceivable monster is the real one. And once fully realized there is an alienation from the whole self. Once cast out, what use can such an unleashed monster be?
So the terrors. There are the ones in which we struggle against the foils, the monster playing the part. Then there are the ones where, good or bad, players are cast out,
I suspect.... that there is a recycling possible for those splintered selves. In an old paradigm, there were selves who played their roles so thoroughly, they did
Here is the invocation:
Here the offer for a return to useful service:
The poetry is the allegory.... a reference to the internal struggle. But how to define this in practical terms? Dunno. Except by telling... and in that perhaps the various voices will find the way to cooperate.
If it were "merely" a personal journey, the drive would not be so strong I think. Settling could be an option, though a sad one. I think, rather, that a few of us get the opportunity to look behind the curtain of perceived experience and see perhaps a few of the strings pulled and how the parts move.
Would such a perspective not be of use to the tribe... to those who may have such experience yet not at the level of consciousness to be aware?
Now... do we try to explain this foreign bizarre world with
Dunno. But in the trying, perhaps there will be something