complexes - Blogs - Depth Psychology Alliance2024-03-28T12:10:09Zhttps://depthpsychologyalliance.com/profiles/blogs/feed/tag/complexesSaved by the bellhttps://depthpsychologyalliance.com/profiles/blogs/saved-by-the-bell2014-12-23T23:35:31.000Z2014-12-23T23:35:31.000ZSilvia Behrendhttps://depthpsychologyalliance.com/members/SilviaBehrend<div><p><a href="{{#staticFileLink}}9142448099,original{{/staticFileLink}}"><img src="{{#staticFileLink}}9142448099,original{{/staticFileLink}}" width="263" class="align-center" alt="9142448099?profile=original" /></a></p><p>Variation On A Theme By Rilke<br /> by Denise Levertov</p><p><a href="{{#staticFileLink}}9142448099,original{{/staticFileLink}}"></a></p><p>(The Book of Hours, Book I, Poem 1, Stanza 1)</p><p><a href="{{#staticFileLink}}9142448099,original{{/staticFileLink}}"></a></p><p> </p><p><a href="{{#staticFileLink}}9142448099,original{{/staticFileLink}}"></a></p><p>A certain day became a presence to me;<br /> there it was, confronting me — a sky, air, light:<br /> a being. And before it started to descend<br /> from the height of noon, it leaned over<br /> and struck my shoulder as if with<br /> the flat of a sword, granting me<br /> honor and a task. The day’s blow<br /> rang out, metallic — or it was I, a bell awakened,<br /> and what I heard was my whole self<br /> saying and singing what it knew: I can.</p><p>For weeks, this poem has been nagging me, tugging at the corners of my memory. There was something about a bell, a sharp awakening, but the poet would not come, nor would the actual words. I stood in front on my poetry collection once or twice, hoping that the right book would beckon, would, like the poem itself says, strike my shoulder and say, here am I. </p><p> But that didn’t happen. Instead, I worried it, gnawed Google with different versions of the bell and got some interesting sidelines, but no poem. Until today, until the moment the possession was broken and suddenly I remembered, it was Denise Levertov and within seconds, I had it. I had been struck on the shoulder, awakened from the sleep of unconscious possessions, from the voices that clouded my seeing and hearing and being. The demon had been named and the cloud lifted.</p><p> I had fallen into a complex, a quanta of energy organized around the particular theme of how I function in the world. Or don’t. We all are susceptible to complexes, unconscious and autonomous thoughts, beliefs and behaviors that take over our conscious mind. We are no longer in control of reality, we see the world and ourselves through the lens of the complex and it usually isn’t pretty.</p><p> It is our nature to form complexes; the evolution of human development exists to become aware and related to the unconscious forces that would rule us as the first peoples were ruled by Nature itself. We no longer live in the world populated by tree, thunder and rain spirits, benevolent or malevolent. We inhabit instead, a world that is explainable through physics, chemistry, biology, or so we think.</p><p> In reality, there is much we do not know, see or understand that exists without our awareness. The gift of being human is that we can, with hard work and perseverance, come into contact with that source of being and find there the energy that fuels our creativity. There are many words for this work: psychoanalysis, psychotherapy, therapy, counseling, mentoring, and spiritual direction, to name a few. Each one understands that another is required to help us see what we cannot see, simply because we are embedded in the woods of the complex. Awareness comes surely when we have grappled with the demons ourselves of course, but we cannot wrestle with what we do not know.</p><p> And that, of course, is the point of all the work, energy and training that those of us who engage in the above professions seek to illuminate. We are called to name the monsters under the bed, the illusions of knights in shining armor, the whispers of failure or inflation that beset all of us. It is a delicate task to name the fears and desires and denials. Yet, when we are able to name what assails a soul, there is an opportunity for hearing that fulsome and authentic ringing of a whole self singing: I can.</p><p> </p><p><a href="{{#staticFileLink}}9142448099,original{{/staticFileLink}}"></a></p></div>Working with Beliefs Reflected in Liquid Crystalhttps://depthpsychologyalliance.com/profiles/blogs/working-with-beliefs-reflected-in-liquid-crystal2013-12-09T17:00:00.000Z2013-12-09T17:00:00.000ZBrigitte Hansmannhttps://depthpsychologyalliance.com/members/BrigitteHansmann<div><p>The link below leads to an article published in the 2013 IASI Yearbook (International Association of Structural Integrators). It comes out of an ongoing attempt to understand how belief systems and complexes shape the body; and it is based on the author's experience in approaching psyche from the body as a DFA (Duggan/French Approach) practitioner to Somatic Pattern Recognition</p><p><a href="{{#staticFileLink}}9142446858,original{{/staticFileLink}}">Working with Beliefs Reflected in Liquid Crystal</a></p><p>I have received requests from people who would like to participate in a discussion of this article. So I am posting it here in the understanding that the Depth Psychology Alliance will allow access to anyone who would like to participate in such a discussion.</p><p>In amore recent article, published in the 2014 IASI yearbook I continue de research started in previous years with <a href="{{#staticFileLink}}9142447059,original{{/staticFileLink}}">Towards a Fuller Understanding of the the Interaction between Myofascial tone and Water</a></p><p></p><p>In previous years I published two more articles in the same venue, the 2009 and 2011 IASI Yearbooks, which give some background on the Duggan/French Approach to Somatic Pattern Recognition, its relationship to Archetypal Pattern Analysis and its relevance to Depth Psychology.</p><p>DFA Somatic Pattern Recognition: <a href="{{#staticFileLink}}9142446892,original{{/staticFileLink}}">DFA Somatic Pattern Recognition.pdf</a></p><p>and</p><p>DFA Somatic Pattern Recognition, Archetypal Field Theory and the New Sciences <a href="{{#staticFileLink}}9142447480,original{{/staticFileLink}}">DFA Somatic Pattern Recognition, Archetypal Field Theory and the New Sciences</a></p><p></p><p>The 2014 IASI Yearbook will publish an article based on two posters presented at the 7th and 8th Annual Conference on the Physics, Chemistry and Biology of Water in 2012 in Vermont, USA and 2013 in Samokov, Bulgaria: Towards a fuller understanding of the interaction between myofascial tone and water. It is a follow-up to the article that gives title to this post and I will post it here as well, when it becomes available, because I believe it might prove helpful, or at least interesting, for practitioners of depth psychology as well.</p></div>From The Tuesday Journal - The Task of the Depth Psychologisthttps://depthpsychologyalliance.com/profiles/blogs/from-the-tuesday-journal-the2011-01-11T03:30:00.000Z2011-01-11T03:30:00.000ZRobin Reynolds Barrehttps://depthpsychologyalliance.com/members/RobinReynoldsBarre<div>Monday, January 10, 2011<br /><br />I want to write today about what it means to me to be a depth psychologist in today’s world. I read about and feel in my bones the polarization in our country: democrats v.republicans, liberals v. conservatives, religious fundamentalists v. “New Agers”, and the list goes on. What it essentially comes down to is “me v. Other.”Whoever we are and whereever we stand is the “me.” Whomever the other person is that stands in a different place in the world in such a way that we cannot see what he or she sees is “Other.” I struggle with this mightily and daily. I read the news and posts on Facebook, follow the links, glance at the comments from the larger, general public posted at the end of articles and editorials. And I shake my head in exasperation. I say, “I don’t understand the ignorance, the narrowmindedness, the illiteracy, the self-righteousness, the blindness, thedeafness, or – (you can fill in the blank here with other judgmental descriptors).” As soon as I say these words, cast the stone, I am complicit andjust as guilty as those I shake my head and finger at. I have, in that moment, contributed to and perpetuated the polarization and demonization which I abhor.<br /><br />I once thought about writing a book called Judging Judgementalism. This is the stance I have the most difficulty with –judgement of others. Nothing can heat me up faster than someone who casts judgement on another because of race, gender, sexual preference, age, weight,socioeconomic status, religious beliefs or absence of, etc. Judgement of the Other. The paradox is, of course, that when I judge those who judge others, I have then joined their camp. I cry out for tolerance, and then I am intolerant of those who are intolerant. I am aware of the difficulty of this situation because I want a world in which all are treated equitably, so those who seem to want a world in which only some are treated equitably are, in mybook, the worse culprits. But if I want a world in which all are treated equitably, in which all people have a voice, then does that not also include those who say differently? It’s a conundrum, a Zen koan.<br /><br />I am aware that those who want to shut down dialogue, who become dangerous in their attempts to exclude or silence certain voices cannot, in a civil society, be allowed to follow through on their threats, and, if they do, then they must be held accountable. But does this mean that I have to automatically slip into the position of judge? As a depth psychologist, the answer, for me, is no. I found my way to depth psychology (or depth psychology searched for me and I allowed myself to be found) because I sensed that there was an answer to this puzzle in the theories and traditions of depth psychology that could possibly save us.Well, save me. And I found it in Jung’s premises of the tension of opposites and the transcendent function of the psyche.<br /><br />The shuttling to and fro of arguments and affects represents the transcendent function of opposites. The confrontation of the two positions generates a tension charged with energy and creates a living, third thing – not a logical stillbirth . . . but a movement out of the suspension between opposites, a living birth that leadsto a new level of being, a new situation. The transcendent function manifests itself as a quality of conjoined opposites. So long as these are kept apart –naturally for the purpose of avoiding conflict – they do not function and remain inert. (Jung, CW, vol. 8, p. 90)<br /><br />The answer I was looking for is here. As I read the information and the inevitable finger pointing regarding Jason Loughner’s assassination attempt on Arizona Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords and the subsequent killing and wounding of others, I keep asking myself, What is my task in this moment as a depth psychologist? I am tempted in my anger, sadness, and frustration to join in the chorus, to find blame, and to judge the Other. There is a quiet witness within me, however, that says, “Nothing has changed here. It’s the same conversation, the same words swirling around us. Why sing that song when you know, in your heart of hearts, that it won’t change a thing? The Other will not hear you and most definitely will not listen to you.” As a depth psychologist, what is my task in this moment?<br /><br />I believe that my task is to plop myself right smack down in the middle of this fray, hold the thread on the right and the left, keep them connected, keep them in relationship, and hold, hold, hold that tension. My task is to keep open my third eye to see what might be hidden, veiled, concealed. Nothing is ever as simple as it is presented in our media. For example, the current conversation about inflammatory, violent political messages: our government is obligated to investigate the consequencesof this trend; the citizenry is obligated to speak up when injustice is witnessed. The depth psychologist asks questions. What is trying to be conveyed in the violent words? Why now? Why here? What fertile ground do these vitriolic messages fall on? Who fertilizes this ground? What might be trying to take hold and grow? Or what is trying to be born that causes so much fear that it must be smothered, eliminated?<br /><br />When I put a face to the mouth that speaks these words, – Sarah Palin for example – my job is to remember that she is a person, a human being, once a babe in arms, coming into this world as all infants do perfect in her personhood, that she has lived a life filled with experiences, cultural influences, carries the complexes that all of us carry. She is made just like me – I can look in the mirror and see traces of Sarah Palin in the reflection. The same white face, about the same age, the same gender, two arms, two legs, two breasts, eyes that weep, a mouth that smiles. The depth psychologist holds the space, working toward a time and container in which an authentic dialogue might occur. But this requires holding the tension of the opposites.<br /><br />The lightbulb came on for me when I realized that the opportunity for the living, third thing to be born is only possible as long as these opposites stay in relationship with one another. This is the job of the depth psychologist – to keep the opposites in relationship. I cannot do that if I stand on the far end of the pole – on either end. Even the one that feels to me to be the most tolerant and respectful of others. I can kneel in the middle and be respectful and tolerant of both sides. The hardwork, of course, comes in tuning my ear to the foreign language of intolerance and violence and attempt to understand (stand under) those words. Because these people, too, want to be heard. I know from painful, personal experience that sometimes I must find a way to set aside my own beliefs, rants, opinions, and stories so room is made for the Other to be heard. I believe that this might be the only way for the dialogue to begin –if I just shut up and listen. Really listen.<br /><br />I am trying to not be too naïve regarding all of this. I know dangerous things are happening right now. People are getting hurt. The world feels so unsafe right now, as if we were all standing on a massive earthquake and we have no idea when the ground beneath usis going to stop rocking. I don’t know if it’s enough to be a loving witness to all of it – the ugliness, thehopeful, the violence, the light vigils, the peace signs and the rifle sights,the ones who only want to hate and the ones who only want peace. But I know that what I’ve done thus far hasn’t made any dent in all of it. I only end up angry and deaf.<br /><br />My vow to myself as I move forward into this new year is to pause, cup my hand to my heart and ear, and listen with intention to what wants to be heard. I vow to extend my arms such that no one feels excluded, unheard, shut off or out, and such that the opposites within and without my own self are in relationship. And I vow to remain awake in the garden so that I might recognize when the third, living thing comes into this world. No matter how long it might take.</div>