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Joshua Bond's avatar

I like very much the Marilyn Nelson quote about poetry, and the whole notion of to "... listen to what it brings out inside of you." The whole idea of bringing forth something precious from within is also reflected in starker terms in The Gospel of Thomas, logon:70 "If you bring forth that which is within you, it will give you life; if you do not bring forth that which is within you, it will kill you".

It points to the whole of life as a process of revealing and unfoldment, and the intriguing thing is that in the same manner as we would never expect a chrysalis to become a butterfly, so also that which is hidden within us, when brought forth, can transform into something so 'gloriously unexpected' that we are left in awe and wonder.

Which brings me to the subject at hand -- a communal café pondering on the subject of Negative Subjective Experiences (NSE's). What if, in similar manner to a gestating Chrysalis becoming a butterfly, so also a gestating NSE becomes something wonderful in our lives, a step on the journey towards fulfilling an unexpectedly wondrous potential?

Such an idea is of course, as noted, counter to the trend in the last few decades of "thinking only postive thoughts" -- which we see now can result in 'toxic positivity'. Delving into NSEs requires courage to go through the emotional pain barrier, requires facing lots of 'dark nights of the soul', and requires a reliable map through the inner jungle. Glad to say that the Synchronosophy Map is at hand, and emerging week by week. 💜

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Perry J. Greenbaum 🇨🇦 🦜's avatar

Thanks Veronika for this essay. I like that phrase communal pondering, which speaks to me of quiet deep discussion over Moroccan mint tea.

It reminds me that when I lived in Montreal, before I was married, I had Moroccan friends and we got together often over beautiful glasses of mint tea and talked and argued and laughed. It wasn't communal pondering, but it was camaraderie with old friends.

Somehow we became estranged (not my choice), I do not remember why, over some trifles, I would imagine, but I have the memories of the discussions and the mint tea. It does induce a slower mode of discussion.

And speaking of colours, blue is my favourite, not royal blue, but sky blue, where the birds fly and the falcons and eagles soar.

Sky blue is so very true.

It is my kind of deep hue

To soar where there are so few

If we only knew what is true

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