I am incredibly fascinated by Carl Jung at the moment. I found him on Wikipedia which is the best thing that has ever happened to the internet. I started to read about his theory’s. I felt feverish, as if there was a person inside of me having a seizure. I started clicking on all the links. Key words like: Collective unconscious, Archetypal psychology, Dream analysis. It was like unwrapping a present. I was so excited about what i was about to read next I couldn’t read what i was reading now. I had to stop and write this post instead. It all sounds a bit suss-monkey now that i write it out loud. But as long as i look into it with a discerning mind i wont be converted into a raving New Age junkie. And besides, it not even about New Age, its about psychology.

I find it strange that nobody wonders where dreams come from? I think that’s a very important question. As a writer I am very aware of the power of the subconscious. Because that’s where the Art comes from. I do not write poetry good poetry. but my subconscious dose. It writes the best friggin poems I’ve ever seen. The secret to writing poetry is to lift the poem out of that other-place and place it onto the paper, leaving as few finger prints on it as possible. I feel that, deep deep underneath the forest of my mind there is this titanic water table of creative thought. And all my beautiful trees are streching their roots down to that table of water and that it why my mind is so fertile. But if only i could drill a well; I could lower down a bucket and draw out this sweet sweet water. Maybe i would drive down into the dark dream-scape and there would never be a kinder death, than that of the boy who drowned in an ocean of Aether.