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“It isn't normal to know what we want. It is a rare and difficult psychological achievement.” Abraham H. Maslow
For more than 30 years I didn't listen to music. While driving, I would never turn on the radio. During that time, it never occurred to me that I might be hiding from something:
"Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel a feeling. A song makes you feel a thought." Yipsel Harburg
As I would come to admit, but only in my late 50s, there were thoughts and feelings, images of loss, that I wanted to keep buried. Instinctively and subliminally, I well knew that music would open long-barred doors in my head. I refused to go there.
you don't really care for music, do you
Leonard Cohen, Hallelujah
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
But love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
There is a line in Leonard’s lyrics: "But you don't really care for music, do you?" Speaking to his immature and wayward lover, he does not mean that she doesn't enjoy a good melody. He is speaking of music as doorway to elevated consciousness; that expedited trip to the foothills of heaven itself.
The lady in Leonard's song does not allow music to free her soul in the manner it was meant to do. She's hiding from something.
Music will instruct, will roll back the heavens of one's past life, offering insight and hidden meaning, as can few pedagogues; but she is afraid, withdrawn, not willing to be thus musically and mystically taught; not willing to tell him "what's going on below."
Editor's note: See the article "Spirituality, Part III" for a discussion of "following bad feelings down the rabbit hole," music as aid to unlocking the long-barred doors of the mind.
During those 30 years in the wilderness, rather than the radio, I listened to hundreds, possibly, thousands of hours of taped college lectures on many subjects; this, in addition to my 10 years in university classrooms. As I see it now, distraction was very important to me - a sedation, incessant information as bromide.
My neurosis, a well-settled repression, I believe, would have continued to this day but for a lightning-bolt from heaven. Norma, a psychic-medium, delivered this message to me:
"There's something in the back of your mind that is always there, and it bothers you, but you never talk about it."
She did not know the details, but I did, and I immediately bristled at this, what I considered to be, an invasion of privacy of my own mind. Instantly, I realized that I'd been repressing, for long years, not just information about the past, but, far worse... I'd been repressing myself.
repression builds civilization
The great psychologists go so far as to say that "man creates culture and society in order to repress himself." I find no hyperbole here.
Many, almost all, of society's institutions, expressions of Hoffer's "mass movement psychology," serve a clientele intent upon hiding from the harsh realities of this world; the most troubling of all, the fear of death.
Of course, if we were to ask the average, seemingly somewhat-well-adjusted individual if he or she thought this statement regarding repression building civilization to be true, a protest of denial would be forthcoming. Should we expect otherwise? In the nature of the case, we've repressed the realization.
During my "30 years in the wilderness," if someone had suggested that not listening to music could be a sign of dysfunctionality, that befogging myself with endless didactic lecture might be pathological, I would have haughtily rejected such evaluation. I had created my own private "institution" and "civilization" which protected and sustained me, and I could defend the merits of these, my own way of life, with cogent reasoning; but, as one put it, with "reasons that Reason shall never know."
never more defenseless
Freud and Brown lead us to understand that we are "never more defenseless against suffering" than in our love relationships. Our secret desires, especially those of the "true self," dominate the psyche and will not surrender, not ever:
“Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and [thus repressed] will come forth later in uglier ways.” Sigmund Freud
Albert Einstein: "Your imagination is your preview of life's coming attractions."
Editor's note: "Unexpressed emotions," as Freud said, "will never die," but only if they represent an authentic, enduring part of ourselves, not the evanescent cravings of the egoic "false self."
But if our desires correspond to what Silver Birch termed the hidden "soul pledges," then, in truth, Einstein's assertion comes alive, and for all time. Our desires, and what we imagine for them, become preview of our wonderful future.
"They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.” Sigmund Freud
"Our real desires are unconscious." Norman O. Brown
"The realm of the unconscious is established in the individual when he refuses to admit into his conscious life a purpose or desire which he has, and in doing so establishes in himself a psychic force opposed to his own idea. This rejection ... is repression." Norman O. Brown
But, O that I were young again, and held her in my arms!
This most-fervent sorrowing of William Butler Yeats, one of great poets of the 20th century, reveals an open-wound trauma in his life. He had married late, wanting a son to perpetuate the family line, but was very unhappy with his much younger bride. The one whom he truly loved was not available; even so, he actually wrote to his true love during his honeymoon! How tragic.
special note: With great interest, I learned that Yeats spent much of his life pursuing evidence for the afterlife; further, he credited some of his insights to sources from the astral realms.
Individualized desires, representing the "true self," will not forever be swept under the rug of the subconscious; a day of reckoning hails us, and in that day of truth, summoned before the tribunal of one's higher self, repression will no longer work, will no longer save us; in that day, we shall be required to stand in the open sunny air and finally act on existential desire.
“Out of your vulnerabilities will come your strength.” Sigmund Freud
“How bold one gets when one is sure of being loved.” Sigmund Freud
George Harrison on repression:
you don't realize... how was I to know... I didn't realize... that's when it hurt me... please remember...
I Need You
"you don't realize how much I need you, love you all the time and never leave you... said you had a thing or two to tell me, how was I to know you would upset me? I didn't realize, as I looked in your eyes, I need you, I need you, that's when it hurt me... please remember how I feel about you, I could never really live without you..."
Elena Ferrante, Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay: “...in the face of abandonment ... not even a very orderly mind can endure the discovery of not being loved.”
Sue Merrell, Great News Town: “When somebody you love stops loving you and walks away, it's an insult beyond comparison.”
Editor's note: When love suffers "abandonment," "not being loved" in return, but, instead, receives "the insult beyond comparison," then, as Kairissi and Elenchus would discover, all props are in place not only to engage in stultifying repression but to know its obverse, the searing "madness maddened."
the purpose of life
If our truest desires - those of the true self, not the false - though "buried alive," as Freud has it, cannot be expunged from our essential selves, then, I will assert, that this element of permanence and imperishability brings into focus a glimpse of the meaning and purpose of life itself.
"Dreams and neurotic symptoms show that the frustrations of reality cannot destroy the desires which are the essence of our being: the unconscious is the unsubdued and indestructible element in the human soul. The whole world may be against [a person’s secret wishes], but still a man holds fast to the deep-rooted, passionate striving for a positive fulfillment of happiness." Norman O. Brown
The "whole world" might array itself against a man or woman, but one's private and secret hopes for future happiness will not be erased. This kind of insistence upon oneself, against all odds, I feel, can only mean that part of the meaning of life - the greater part, I think - is that of finding one's particular and individualized happiness. The society of Summerland in the afterlife, with its overriding emphasis on personal freedom, is constructed on such sentiment.
Marcia Lee Anderson and Emily Dickinson: we make inward bedlam and will not come out; there is a pain so utter, it swallows being up
Freud commented that after he'd formulated his theories, the fruit of many years of fact-gathering, he was surprised to find his research on display in the works of the great poets.
For example, the writings of Emily Dickinson and Marcia Lee Anderson -- shocking in their perspicacity -- reveal a clarity and profound depth of understanding concerning the human condition; see the focus on repression:
There Is A Pain -- So Utter
There is a pain — so utter —
It swallows Being up —
Then covers the Abyss with Trance —
So Memory can step
Around — across — upon it —
As one within a Swoon —
Goes steady — where an open eye —
Would drop Him — Bone by Bone.
Marcia Lee Anderson
We multiply diseases for delight,
invent a shameful want, a horrid doubt,
luxuriate in license, feed on night,
make inward bedlam — and will not come out
Why should we? Stripped of subtle complication,
who could regard the sun except with fear?
This is our shelter against contemplation,
our only refuge from the plain and clear.
Who would crawl out from under the obscure
to stand defenseless in the sunny air?
No terror of obliquity so sure
as the most shining terror of despair
to know how simple is our deepest need,
how sharp, and how impossible to feed.
One gasps at the beauty and insight of these writings.
how to stop repressing and start living
"How does one transcend himself; how does he open himself to new possibility? By realizing the truth of his situation, by dispelling the lie of his character, by breaking his spirit out of its conditioned prison. … The child has built up strategies and techniques for keeping his self-esteem in the face of the terror of his situation. These techniques become an armor that hold the person prisoner. The very defenses that he needs in order to move about with self-confidence and self-esteem become his life-long trap. In order to transcend himself he must break down that which he needs in order to live." Ernest Becker
There is the fear of death, which is fundamental; but the fear of life is also formidable in its reign of terror.
One solution only will save us - it is to climb out of the "abyss" of repression to "stand in the open sunny air."
Tolle is the best source of advice to help us:
Editor's last word:
See the article "Spirituality, Part III" for a discussion of "following bad feelings down the rabbit hole," music as aid to unlocking the long-barred doors of the mind.
Also see Dr. Ernest Becker's
the final maturity: the unlearning of repression
Dr. Ernest Becker: “The flood of anxiety is not the end for man. It is, rather, a ‘school’ that provides man with the ultimate education, the final maturity. It is a better teacher than [this world’s] reality, says Kierkegaard, because reality can be lied about, twisted, and tamed by the tricks of cultural perception and repression. But anxiety cannot be lied about. Once you face up to it, it reveals the truth of your situation; and only by seeing that truth can you open a new possibility for yourself… It is the unlearning of repression.” READ MORE