Porosity

 So it would be interesting to do sort of a meta study on therapists like Yung and Freud to determine how their patent population affected their own consciousness.    For example, Yung's work with patient populations in an insane asylum may have contributed to his consciousness and mythopoetic journeys described in the Red Book.  I wonder if he would have had similar insights had his patients been elderly affluent upper Eastside denizens of New York City.  You become who you hang out with or are exposed to.  We are freaking porous.  So porous that we even become what we read or watch on TV.  Especially me at 3 am when I read about spirit possession.  Then the fun really starts.   

And I listen to podcasts like one involving this dude Laurence Galian and I immediately sense listening to him that his consciousness, his world, differs from mine.  I can almost visualize his world orbit coming into my boundaries as I listen to him.  The energy of his world is completely different than mine and I can feel my orbit boundaries start to recoil.  So then I of course have this little voice in my head about setting boundaries and how that allows your to preserve your energy or some other such inane platitude.  Then the ever present mantra comes in, the spirit of "Welcome everything, push away nothing".   And I again realize that that is the path.  And the boundary setting is a product of fear.  

And of course, its easy for me to say this.  I live in a protected insulated environment.  I am not being overly physically, mentally, or sexually assaulted.  I can walk away to a safe place.  And  I wonder how far I can take all this no boundary stuff.  Sure, I get it for anxiety attacks, go into to it, they are your friend, no boundaries.  And my energetic practice of continually orienting myself in the four directions has an element of no boundaries.

And what really is the energy of another person?  And how are we porous?  I think there is more going on that the visual image of two amoebas coming in contact with each other.  Coming into contact with another, be it a person, an image, a thought form, whatever comes is a way of opening up another portal.  Going somewhere else.  Literally.   And I think that is the problem I have with boundaries.  That assumes we possess a certain physicality that I don't think we occupy.  We are vast.  We are empty.  We are not really here.  We are constantly moving.  And when we come into contact with someone else, the process only speeds up or goes somewhere else.  But its not like we bounce off them like particles colliding.   Its much more interesting.   Turtles all the way down bro....