September 21, 2025

Lake Haigler Fall Mirror — Anne Springs Close Greenway, Fort Mill, South Carolina

Experience is required to know/understand/comprehend. It cannot be said, told, explained, defined… Psyche is leading us to knowing throughout our life. We are not old enough to get it until we are old. And then it takes talking to/with people who are consciously seeking to grasp Psyche’s attempts at communion. Waking up. Enlightenment–is Psyche breaking through, which does not, cannot happen until the time is right. All of the Taoist, Tao Te Ching, Lao Tzu, Chang Tzu, etc. are about waiting, not pushing, forcing. And so the importance of looking out windows, of silence, stillness, emptiness, waiting, waiting, waiting, all of which goes against the culture, but not against nature, which waits for the right time to act before acting, or misses breakfast, lunch and dinner again.

Psyche is behind everything. At the bottom of everything. There are only us and the worlds of consciousness and unconsciousness, of reason, logic, intellect, and the artistic, painting, poetry, singing, psychic feeling, sensing, knowing without knowing how we know, and we have to consciously live in both worlds at the same time, knowing, sensing the movement from one to the other.

The wanting/desiring is identified in the metaphor of the Garden of Eden as being the source of our problems. Jesus picks up on the theme with “It is harder for a camel to pass through the eye of the needle (A tight passageway in Jerusalem) than for a rich person to enter the Kingdom of Heaven.” And his “the spirit is like the wind that blows where it will” is his condemnation of 5-year plans and scheming, planning our way to the goals we have in mind for ourselves. Not-knowing is the way to knowing, but it is not a kind of knowing that would be of value to those seeking “fortune and glory, kid, fortune and glory.”

And this “gospel” doesn’t preach any better today than it did in Isaiah’s day with his, “Land, land, land! Hear the word of the Lord!” (Or was that Jeremiah?), and Jesus, with “You have eyes to see and ears to hear! Use them!” But words are useless when addressing the ways of Psyche. Only silence, stillness, emptiness works over time.

And I’ll have to keep writing because that is the only way I see/hear/understand. I’m writing to myself to hear what I have to say to me. And I repeat myself all of the time, because I’m slow to get what I “know” psychically, so my writing is Psyche’s way of trying to get me to hear what I am saying and need to hear. How do you hear what you have to hear?

Those who know, know the same things. There are no secrets. There is only what we all know. ‘Tis quite the pity we haven’t done more with it than we have. No?

Published by jimwdollar

I'm retired, and still finding my way--but now, I don't have to pretend that I know what I'm doing. I retired after 40.5 years as a minister in the Presbyterian Church USA, serving churches in Louisiana, Mississippi and North Carolina. I graduated from Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary, in Austin, Texas, and Northwestern State University in Natchitoches, Louisiana. My wife, Judy, and I have three daughters, five granddaughters, one great granddaughter, and a great grandson on the way, within about ten minutes from where we live--and are enjoying our retirement as much as we have ever enjoyed anything.

2 thoughts on “September 21, 2025

  1. This may duplicate a comment I made earlier – I think some of Mary Oliver’s poetry captures what you write about. For example:

    “The Journey

    One day you finally knew
    what you had to do, and began,
    though the voices around you
    kept shouting
    their bad advice–
    though the whole house
    began to tremble
    and you felt the old tug
    at your ankles.
    “Mend my life!”
    each voice cried.
    But you didn’t stop.
    You knew what you had to do,
    though the wind pried
    with its stiff fingers
    at the very foundations,
    though their melancholy
    was terrible.
    It was already late
    enough, and a wild night,
    and the road full of fallen
    branches and stones.
    But little by little,
    as you left their voices behind,
    the stars began to burn
    through the sheets of clouds,
    and there was a new voice
    which you slowly
    recognized as your own,
    that kept you company
    as you strode deeper and deeper
    into the world,
    determined to do
    the only thing you could do–
    determined to save
    the only life you could save.”

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