To Individuate or Not to Individuate

I ask that you use your own personal discrimination when reading this piece, and set aside any words, aspects or concepts that do not resonate with you. For I recognise your freedom to choose what is right for you, and would not wish to violate your freewill, but rather I would act only as a resource for your seeking.

In this reflective piece, I explore the transformative journey of individuation, which involves the development and growth of one's unique identity. I employ poetic language to convey the emotional and introspective nature of this process. The piece provides is a poetic reflection that combines elements of emotional and heuristic memetics with the theme of the individuation process. It draws inspiration from the opening verse of Hamlet's soliloquy by William Shakespeare, which serves as a contrasting reference in the final verse.

I have done this because Hamlet’s soliloquy begins with the memorable line, “To be, or not to be, that is the question.” I believe that we can interpret it to mean that he cannot choose which is better, the ending all the sufferings of life by death, or bearing the mental burdens silently. He is at such a critical juncture in his life, where it appears that death is more beneficial than all the fortunate things happening to him. Unlike Hamlet, I am convinced of the efficacious benefit of the Individuation process, which for me, is the road to salvation and restitution.

We are ashamed to love ourselves, too brazen to fall for that old trick -

Immediate are our concerns, forestalled in thick fastidious tribe of Gaia …

The gem of our being, hidden in the coat of Earth, travels the sooty road of redemption, Searching for its lost parts, spread wide on the chimeric waters -

Life after life, penetrating the mind-fields of psychic space, qualifying the soul-matrix, Weighing its worth, against a future sacrifice …

This arcanum, this opus of culminating salvation,

Surrendering all dignity to the shadow,

All persecutions to perdition, all solitude to delusion ...

I bow to the sun, genuflect to moon, tipping my trope to the stars, rejoicing in the great Dance of being an individual - always out of time, a stranger in one's own land, living beyond The pale, far from the cultural enclosure, deep in the desert of the forest …

And yet the dupe of Maya holds all majesty,

Tight within its duplicitous folds, forlorn and fragile spoken -

It speaks of worth by the honour of integrity, virtue by decree of fortitude,

Grace by bestowal of gratitude -

Clear waters lap kindly upon these soft shores,

Blowing brightly on covered preludes to forgiveness, deep in the hole of grief -

Faith lines the pathway to paradise, righting the fallen body in the deep mid-winter, Circumventing the chill of rejection, sublimating the bittersweet betrayal,

Softening all destitution, strengthening the will towards the plan of heaven ...

To individuate or not to individuate, that is the dilemma -

Is it nobler in the psyche to suffer the barbs and triggers of outrageous subjectivity,

Or by withdrawing projection, end a sea of shadows, accepting them as our own -

What visions may arise in the ascension of the unique, as mirror to the many...

For in the rub, we know what heaven has always known, that our soul is written in the halls of Akasha, sublime and luminous, in the splendour of the love for the Self -

In the refiner's fire, all fragments coagulate into the radiance of permutation, open to the Possibility of the perfecting the mystical communion with the centre...