When we react with extreme emotion to some innocuous comment, the subconscious is acting out. When we get a sense of the wonder of life and can’t explain it, we are touching the unconscious
Here is a great secret—we ourselves are myth, we ourselves are stories. Not light imprisoned in gross, dense bodies, but light shaped into stories. A Hasidic proverb runs, “Why did God make humans? Because God loves stories.
Frightening delusions would seize her, such as knives coming through the walls and fear of people wanting to kill her. The psychiatric profession might describe such a condition in terms of brain chemistry. In esoteric terms, we might say that the borders were breaking down between three levels—the archetypal world of principles, the lower realm of dreams, and the world of daily life.
