I have met the face of the dregs of the collective unconscious!
I was sitting on the patio of the Black Dog Cafe coffeehouse, on Lake Ella, and I suddenly Saw the whole pain of the dregs of the collective unconsciousness. There is such a thing. it is probably 400,000+ years old. This is Life without Goodness that comes from spirit. This is life without Hope, without light, without love.
We all Know this terrible face well, it is the True Sin Of Adam, passed down from generation to generation and we know it from our mother's knee, onwards.
here is some of its Unbeauty!
---whenever some thing good happens to you, something just as bad will immediately follow!
---when you get a check in the mail, the next letter will be a bill for the same amount.
---enjoy a bit of spring warmth? better enjoy it as the big freeze will come tomorrow!
---all strangers are not to be trusted.
---the blacks, nigers, are not to be living anywheres near me!
---homosexuality is a sin.
---immigrants go home!
---everything is going to hell in a handbasket!
---life's a bitch; then you die.
---[in India] life's a bitch then you die. life's a bitch then you die. life's a bitch then you die.
life's a bitch then you die. life's a bitch then you die. life's a bitch then you die.
---the sun will burn into a black clinker of ash, some day, the universe will too, anything that you do is just like of an inchworm climbing up the wall of a descending elevator, why *do* anything?!
[this version is epidemic amongst college professors!]
If you want a Pure Version of this "dregs", just go to any large city Bag lady and ask her about life. Most of these ladies will tell ya for hours, in hydrochloric acid-tinged tones. each lady must have ten shopping carts full of "chits" to present to God, after they arrive in the afterlife, chits, one for each bad thing that happened to them in their life!
a balloon keeps fully inflated by "positive pressure" from within. Lacking this Positive pressure, the balloon slowly deflates and then just sinks behind the living room davenport couch, only to vanish in a weak "poof", when the cat pounces on it!
One must have something of Soul and Spirit, within, to keep that life-fountain overflowing with Goodness. Otherwise. like some of the residents here in my senior home, one could become that Bitter Old man or Woman!