Poetic psychology is not a theory; it is a way of experiencing your life through the eyes of the unconscious psyche and its instinctual, sensual and imaginal reflections that animate the innermost core of the boundless elementary constellations making up the material dimensions of existence. 

There are, ultimately, as many ways to describe Poetic Psychology as there are patterns in intrapsychic sensations arising from the infinite dark matter that defines the unconscious universe. 

It is the images - the specks of unconscious fiction – and their strikingly elegant and sophisticated instinctual sensuality that I love so much, and so I accepted my part envisioned by the psyche’s imagination and recorded the memoires of my life as a figure in its poetic fantasies, to honour it.

 Carolina

^{My imaginal memoires are dedicated to the two extraordinary unconscious reflections that found and drive my nature and the greatest of all the loves of my inner life:}

^{My mother - the beloved granddaughter and aristocratic heiress of the densest and most luminous shade of the unconscious's Original black and}

^{My father - the cunning general, fearless warrior, seasoned patriarch, and most beautiful contour of the divine stars founding the Cosmos of the primordial Greco-Roman imagination.}

^{We are all images of psyche in our family, you see, intricate instinctual patterns reflecting one piece of wild landscape in a material dimension of human nature.} 

^{I wish so often that I did not have to leave my home, that my mother did not have to abandon me, when I was so young.} 

^{I wish I could have stayed on our land, with our animals and our large and close-knit family without ever having to become conscious, civilised, and cultured.} 

^{I found it very difficult to be apart from them, and it is only because they reminded me constantly where I belong and that I had to keep going that I could bear the separation.} 

^{The pain was often insufferable, and I will always feel the remnants of it throughout my anatomy, yet fortunately my family removed my heart and burnt it - whatever feeling of self-consciousness, whatever barrier and resistance to remembering what I was, was left in me.} 

^{These days I cannot feel the agony anymore, only the silent pulse where the centre of my longing for them used to be.} 

^{Telling the tale of my parents, and of my family, is what keeps me warm. Maman was keen for me to do it for that very reason. Keeping the fire lit on the images of our existence regulates our cosmic cold-bloodedness, my mother’s and thus naturally my own. We feel well that way – the gut intimately close and firmly attached to the depth, the essence and the pulse of all original movements arising in the unconscious.} 

^{Narrating the story of my lineage greatly pleases my father, who built, who owns and who is my house – my intra-psychic home. It was our patriarch who taught and forced me to fight ferociously to withstand his stunning and indestructible Masculine frame. A battle which, once won, would earn me my very own unbreakable mental spine.} 

^{They are a stunning couple, maman and papà, and even though they are extremely demanding with their children, they always guide us, show us profound respect and at all times have our back.} 

^{They are the coldest, cruellest, and most cunning and yet the sanest and most sanguine and sagacious of psyche’s imaginal forces, and it is the inconceivable terror and the spectacular resilience their relentless drives instilled in me in equal measure that made me grow up, that set me free and that turned out what I am.} 

^{I love my parents madly and I am so immensely grateful for everything they and my family have been and done for me.}

^{Maman and papà, I know you have at times been worried that your demands would push me beyond the brink of my iron imaginal resilience, but I want to tell you, again, that there was never a creature nor a thought in this world that would ever come between me, the Cosmos and the universe.}