When a psychic indulges in sexual fantasy, real energy is transacted. On some level I even knew but was too self-absorbed to care. So to my horror, I am an astral rapist.
Putting it into words – draws into light – a thread of unconscious violence – that running through the tapestry of human consciousness – runs through me too – and has found expression through my own being.
As a victim of abuse, I held my self aloof from the filth of human unconsciousness with self-righteous anger. Confessing myself an abuser too – find myself part of a long lineage of abused-abusers and my vain-wrath is quenched first in shame, self-disgust, and then compassion.
My psyche is not my own. It is a basket woven of borrowed threads. Even so, I am accountable for the unconsciousness in me, and see the inner work now is a work for all humanity.