Poetic Psychology

Poetic Psychology is not a theory; it is a way of experiencing your life through impulses from the unconscious - the sensory introspective force animating 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.

All the human senses have a particularly distinctive intrapsychic resonance and I was able to hear, sense, smell, touch and see unconscious impulses sounding through the inert as well as organic properties of my own nature from when I was very young.

It has always been the images, however - the specks of psychological fiction – and their strikingly elegant and sophisticated instinctual sensuality that I love so very much and that draw my attention to them, day and night.

I do not remember exactly when or why, maybe because there is so much chemistry between us, but one day I learnt that Matter - which, like Psyche, is entirely unable to reflect itself through itself - wanted me to tell it what I could see through the eyes of the psyche's imagination and how it envisioned the properties shaping my elemental character.

Being enamoured with the material aspect of life and the unfathomable strength, indestructible resilience and stunning beauty of the elementary particles that found and shape existence, I was very glad to record the memoires of my life as a figure in psyche’s poetic fantasies and narrate them silently to the universe.

Carolina

^{My cosmic fantasy is dedicated to the greatest of all the loves of my poetic life:}

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

^{My father - the decorated general, fearless warrior, seasoned patriarch, and most stable and resilient element founding the primordial Cosmos of the Greco-Roman imagination.}

^{We are all images of psyche in our family, you see, intricate instinctual patterns mirroring a piece of original landscape in the material dimension underlying human nature.}

^{I wish so often that I did not have to leave my home, that my mother did not have to send me away to find my father and bring him home, 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 in the world.}

^{I found it very difficult to be apart from my them, and after the collision with consciousness - being broken down and squashed through the pinhead that is its dimension in cosmic terms}^{- had left me with severe fractures, spinal injuries and memory loss, it was only because they reminded me constantly where I belong and that I had to keep going that I did not die and could bear the separation.}

^{The pain was often insufferable and I will always feel the remnants of it throughout my anatomy. Fortunately, my family removed my heart in time and safely stored the heat of my love for the Cosmos in psyche's azure vault, so I was able to walk on with my senses intact and regain the memory of what I was originally.}

^{These days, back home, 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 from the unconscious.}

^{Narrating the story of my lineage greatly pleases my father, who built, who owns and who is my house – my intrapsychic 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 hone and cement my character and earn me the gift of inheriting papà's unbreakable imaginal spine.}

^{Maman and my father are a stunning couple 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.}

The universe itself has no interest whatsoever in being told or proven what it is, my grandfather always says. And it is thus a futile mistake to put the logos before the Cosmos, my great-grandmother persistently adds.

They both agree that low entropy and the hot and inimitable neo-galactic state of intrinsic order, harmony, cosmetic aesthetic brilliancy, and assigning every particle there is its appropriate functionality was, and still remains, at the heart of the universal design originally.

The resilient fiery density of space’s primal unique integrity was absorbed back into dark matter gradually as space cooled down and the visible and physical surface of the universe started to showcase generality and a concurrent countermovement of a chaotic increase in entropy.

The Logos, trying to make sense of and conceptually contain the chaos with its cool and collective language, rhetoric, reason, and the drive to rationally convince the Cosmos of its own truths, only emerged when there was no tangible source left of the primordial binding heat.

The original ambient conditions and their drive to innate stability still prevail in the universe regardless, but remain inaccessible to concretely physical evidence.

Where physics reaches its limits, papi elaborates, the only thing that can take over and fill the gaps are the impulses from the unconscious that penetrate dark matter’s currants in all our particles.

Knowing the deepest levels of existence is a priori a “dark” matter of elementary intimacy, my great-grandmother will empathically say. Naturally, she insists, any meaningful relationship with the Cosmos will always begin and end with those obscure sensations that generate warm and intimate intra-psychic projections.

Papi agrees and explains that certainly the material dynamic of cosmic existence – the quarks, particles, elements and all the beautiful mass and objects they produce – can only truly be grasped by way of intuitive imagination, simply because Matter’s universal properties generally react in a very particular way when met by the waves of intra-psychic reflection.

While the cosmos itself remains unchanged and inanimate by merely being analysed, papi clarifies, it is, on the contrary, malleable in various chemical and energetic ways when the creative code shaping its randomly and unconsciously generated attributes reacts with the charge emitted by psychological fantasies. (We all agree in my family, by the way, that the scientific mind of man is at its grandest, most ingenious and unforgettable where it remains indebted to the theorems’ origin in the intuitive imagination.)

Maman told us very early on that the heat generated by the intensity of the innate search for image in one’s own materiality does not fundamentally change your character’s elemental quality; what it does, nevertheless - the individual script of the fantasy that ensues - is imprint its unique formular, a unique watermark of sorts, on the elemental quarks.

That way, the atomic building blocks forming your material nature originally will be recognisable distinctively as they continue roaming about the universe randomly once your organic life will no longer be.

The principle is, maman always says, that while everything passes, moves on or transforms as the cosmos expands, the inimitable elegance and sophistication inherent in the source code ultimately remains.

What matters to the universe, my ancestry concludes, is not at all the idea of becoming conscious of itself; it is the resonance of infinite precision and individual nuclear distinction that sets apart and electrifies the infinitely vast cosmic constellation.

The reflections of every thing’s material likeness through the psyche's sensory musings produce the notes sounding out the beautiful silent melody of the universe’s magical chaotic harmony.

And if you pay attention to the psyche’s imagination and its fantastic inventory of your individual materiality, concludes nanni, you will be able to hear the beat and dance to it; given, of course, Everything in you remains unconsciously alert and unconditionally mute.