The section of psyche
talks about inner space and every human’s need to explore the inner recesses of
his or her own mind. Monks use
meditation, others look inward through deep trace and others try to go with in through
the use of herbs, fermented drink, or chemical drugs. I have been going through my own search for
inner space. I was married for 13 years
to a man whose, it seemed, took it as his mission in life to erase me. Oh not in any violent sort of way, but in a
much more insidious sort of way, by invalidating everything I believed in and
stood for. I was never allowed to offer
my own opinion on anything, everything went according to his program, and at no
time was I allowed to make a decision or have a goal or do anything in the way
of any personal improvement. The kids
were raised with his values and morals, and taught that mom was on the bottom
of the food chain of the house. I turned
from this brilliant vibrant artist/intellectual type, to this mousy, scared,
“anything for you, oh lord and master” housewife. Ugh.
You might wonder how it is that something like that could happen, or you
might think that consent was given, in the fact that I did not leave. I not only did not leave, I was incapable of
leaving. I actively worked to save the
marriage that was the direct cause of my spiritual and moral destruction. No matter that all my friends tried to save
me, no matter that through the years they all fell away .They could not stand
to watch me allow him to destroy me. And
allow it I did. I yearned for the
debasement. I wanted to “fix” him, not
realizing that he was breaking me. What does this have to do with psyche, you
might ask? I have darkness in me,
something that sees me as not valid, not worthy, not equal or even close to
being equal. Somewhere deep down in the
recesses of my brain or soul or where ever the sub-consciousness is I am
flawed. So when the great man finally
decided that he no longer liked the person he had made me, he left. For my best girlfriend. So that he could turn that brilliant woman
into a carbon copy of me. It was the
changing that he got off on, not the finished project. So now I am left with this person, this husk
that I did not recognize as myself. And
there was no one to guide me, as I clearly needed guidance. I NEEDED someone to tell me what to do. And
one night, on the verge of cutting my wrists, I had an epiphany. Philosophy
An Introduction to the Art of
Wondering says
” One state of consciousness sought by the Zen Buddhist is called satori, usually
Translated as “flash
of enlightenment.”And
that is what happened to me. I had a moment of clarity that my whole life had
been a search for some man to tell me what to do. Why Should I not be able to tell myself what
to do? What was there lacking in me that
I could not guide my own life? So I started
searching. And I found painting. Bob Ross oil painting as a matter of
fact. I went on line and I downloaded
all 31 season of Bob Ross from the PBS.
And I watched, and my mind wandered to all the things I had been or had
wanted before marriage. It may have been some form of self hypnosis brought on
by Bob’s voice, which is peaceful and calm, similar to someone using a white
noise machine or nature tapes, to silence their mental chatter. I signed up for school and after my books were
bought, I blew my whole grant on oil paints and canvas and supplies, and I
painted. For the next year, I painted
and I cried. And then I stopped crying and I painted and thought about
stuff. And I thought about stuff while I painted. And then I thought about nothing and used the
painting as way to exorcise the great man from my mind.
And then one day, like Aldous Huxley, who could withdraw into a
state of Deep Reflection ( a highly
meditative yet completely present state ) I realized I was standing from of a
finished painting, with no idea of how much time had passed, and no
recollection of having painted what I was looking at...And I was free…free from
the great man (who in reality was a narcissistic abuser, and a compulsive meth
addict) , free of the mental chains that
told me I needed a man to live( that came from how my step- dad treated my mom)
and free of the doubt that had plagued me most of my life( of course I was
worthy, the goddess did not create trash or make mistakes). Some cultures have religious ecstasy, in
which a person uses faith to transport them to a place where they are all with
one and nothing and everything and they call that God. Eastern practitioners of yoga learn to “let
go” of the outer senses and reach for that which is within, and so find
nirvana. Others look within to examine
the nature of space and time and the relation of the human mind to those
concepts, and so look to place themselves firmly within themselves. I used
painting…which in my mind is like yoga or meditation in that the smells of the
paint and canvas and thinners is enough to put me into that mind set, and the
repetitive motions of dab and stroke and the sound of the whish and burr of the
brush hitting the canvas are like the positions of yoga, or the motions of the
ecstatic Christian about to speak in tongues, who is filled with the other…to
me the other is that which is in ourselves buried under all the lies and masks
and mental chatter. And when I paint I
am able to go away and at the same time look within. Time stops, psychological time as opposed to
chronological time and all within me is still and quiet, and something, the
gods or goddesses or my true inner voice speaks to me and I find both peace and
truth.
The story of the Matrix is of one man’s awakening. If you wake from the dream you will find that
the reality that you thought was real was no more real than the dream you just
woke from. Matrix is the story of a man
who must find the way from the unreal to the real. Neo wakes from what he thinks is real is real
to a halfway point where he finds out that nothing is real and everything he
has been taught to believe is a lie and an illusion. To find that humans are
slaved enmeshed in a dream world, raised as slaves to be batteries to power a
city of robots and a mechanical society.
Humans are giving up their very life force to keep going a society that
oppresses them. This movie is an
allegory of the Cave on a massive scale.
He was at first content to be discontented. The he became an active searcher for reality. As he because more aware, he was more in
danger. There are those who are trying
to kill him for fear that he will rock the boat, scare the sheep, and shake up
the status quo. Morpheus says (paraphrase)
that “Most of these people are not ready to be unplugged, and most will fight
you to the death to keep the illusion going”.
His enemies are not only the great deceiver, the evil genius, but also
those that are still deceived, those that have no wish to be awakened, who
prefer the dream to the hardships and cares of reality. Neo’s story is the ancestral mythology that
the mind is on a journey, and that each person must go through trials and
ordeals to find the ultimate truth. The
movies play with the philosophical question of perceived reality vs. actual
reality vs. truth. Vs. perceived truth.
What is really perceived as opposed to what is really occurring? The Matrix movies draw heavily on
Descartes’ “I think therefore I am” and his theory of the Problem of the
External world, and his theory of the Evil Genius. These theories raise the point that if there
is a being that can control all that you see or perceive, and that being can
manipulate and deceive, then the only input that a person can actually know to be
true, is what comes directly from the inner mind, as all external parameters
and criterion can be misleading. The
story is essentially a parable for the soul’s search for the ultimate truth. The Matrix can also be used as a parable for
the working of the human mind. On the
surface there is one plane, which for the movie is the standard, savior action plot, and for the mind is the
everyday mental chatter and BS that occurs with everyone daily. And then maybe you watch the movie again and
pick up all these threads and thoughts, that maybe there is a meaning behind
the action. So too with the mind; there
are thoughts and motives that go deeper than the surface things like job and
house and partner and kids and walking the dog.
And then the more you watch the movie the more things you can pick out,
symbolism and philosophical thought and other threads of subplots yet to be
worked on. Again this corresponds with
the mind, and learning to think critically, picking out thoughts that lead to
deeper thought and analyzing motive and subconscious drives and wants and
feeling and desires. And the more you
watch the movie the more things you think of and see, and the more you use your
mind and learn to think objectively and critically and they both are like onions
layer over layer and meaning over symbol, and then one day, you wake up, and
have reached what was for Neo, the end of the dream and the beginning of the
revolution, and what is for the mind the end of the dream and the beginning of
evolution.