The Citadel

Meditation within the subconscious mind

I’ve been thinking a lot lately of the relationship between our inner and outer worlds. Maybe contemplating the idea of “as above, so below” in a new context or perhaps
sinking a little more deeply into the idea, like dropping down another layer and
seeing some more.

It’s an interesting idea that our outer world, our reality as we experience it is a
reflection of what is inside us. To mull that over underlines the potential potency of our inner world. And maybe how it’s necessary for us to really have a good idea of our own inner landscape, how it looks, feels and exists. And in turn how that shapes our experience of life.
   

There is that mysterious part of our mind that maybe we can call the subconscious, or unconscious. Those two words are terms of psychology, and yet they do have a more general usage. I like to look at them generally to describe a deeper part of mind that exists in
everyone. Eventually we get there if we pursue a meditative practice. Eventually we really do dip down below the talkative mind into the dreamlike, image-filled, colourful realm of the deeper mind. How that happens I do not understand except you practice and eventually you become.

It’s a whole new ball game in there. It can mean a renewed awareness of how
things appear for us. I don’t mean just as a new perception but how that inner language is involved in bringing us things and situations that we actually live.  Perhaps that’s because as we sink deeper inwards towards the seat of our being we are delving closer to Source, and that Source is creative and we are digging around in the stuff that makes worlds. Then we are seeing our own little
factory of “star stuff” and how we are molding and forming that.   

The murky but clear depths

Sifting around here in the quagmire and simultaneously going through one of those impossible to focus on anything in meditation phases, I am engaged as best I can in simply watching inside.
Its a fascinating process for a human being to undertake. Perhaps it is the essence of self-reflection, and at its worst perhaps just self-fascination :D

It occurs to me that my recent forays deep into the sub-conscious realm have stirred up a deeper experience of Self. I note there's a certain obvious logic in that statement, yet at first its implications completely escaped me. The sub conscious is just as much a part of Self as any more surface part of the mind and yet sinking down into it now shows me the leviathan effects its has on our being.

Someone recently came up with some new pics the Loch Ness monster. The images are like a lurking dark shadow just barely at surface. Its like that now. Gazing into the pool of consciousness  I am now aware of forces too deep to rise up into actual thought. They slip like eels like under the darker surface, although they are not necessarily spooky.  They are like, and how the hell do I put this, leviathan energies that belong in the pre-consciousness  of thought; flowing out from the greater energy of Source. And so the sub-conscious or pre-conscious (as I now think it should be thought) holds subterranean energies not quite realised onto the surface.
Its like the whole sub conscious is a churning factory of half formed manifestation, closer to source, thus more energetic in nature.

This would explain some things that have come up for me recently. Its like little fragments of self coming home to roost in "Home". You welcome them in because you know they are so essentially "you" they can not be denied. And yet they are powerful energies that need to be assimilated in, because they have that contrasted aspect of dark and light.