The Pain Of The Collective Consciousness

What Flowers Look Like Through Tears

What Flowers Look Like Through Tears

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May 30, 2015 10:38 AM

On our last day together, Michelle said to me, “Wouldn’t it be neat if that happened during your BATGAP interview?”

“I dunno..,” I said uncertainly, hunched over and wiping the tears from my eyes.

That” was the collective pain of all the women of the world who have ever been objectified. “That” was what Michelle called, me accessing the Collective Consciousness.

It’s an absolutely wonderful experience… and it sucks horribly.

I first “accessed” the pain of the Collective Consciousness (it’s completely beyond my control) during my Dark Night of the Soul.

I consider my Dark Night important for a few reasons:

  • It marked the collapse and end of my identity as a person
  • With the ego collapsed, it dumped most (all?) of my shadow material since there was nothing left to hold it in
  • It marked the emergence of the duplex personality (I described it in the post as the higher, watching “I”, but back then I didn’t know anything about duplex personalities)
  • It marked my first experience with the pain of the Collective Consciousness (the feeling of rejection by the mother that practically all infants experience: “…being PUSHED from the womb, being PUSHED from the breast,…“)

My next experience with this collective emotional pain was on the tenth anniversary of 9/11. I described it here, but the key point I want to make is the last line:

The less there is of you, the more there is of Her—which also means that when She hurts, you hurt.

We’re all threads of the Divine’s tapestry—of God’s tapestry. She feels your pain.

The same wonderful, sucky, beautiful and heartwretchingly painful thing happened when Michelle and I talked about women being objectified. One moment we were sitting under a pavilion in a park talking about the objectification of women (a subject I’d probably never even given more than two seconds of thought to) and the next moment I’m hit with wave after wave of overwhelming heartbreak and emotional pain and inner conflict that women experience while trying to balance beauty and meaning and respect and wanting to be desired but not wanting to be objectified and I’m hit with such a sudden and clear understanding and I’m so happy for this gift and tears are pouring from my face in anguish and I’m laughing with gratitude and it sucks and it’s wonderful and as I’ve said before, I hope it never happens again.

Anyway, it would have been cool if that happened during the Batgap interview, and there was one point where I almost mentioned it to Rick but I didn’t (thank God/God damn it (yeah, I’m still conflicted)), because it would have stimulated the emotional-pain-joyous-gratitude (I’m teary-eyed right now) and that would have been cool, but it would have sucked too.

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5 thoughts on “The Pain Of The Collective Consciousness

  1. Hey how about coming up to northern Wi this summer by lake Superior ? We could talk about stuff and you could get out of the heat , its pretty nice up here way better than Arizona. Saw you on budda gas pump, nice

  2. collective consciousness, ego, pain is all shit (darkness) we made up. You are the ONE, Wayne, and the ONE is LOVE and LIGHT – and you are ‘out there’ shining your LIGHT. My revelation is, “When you are not in LOVE or not shining your LIGHT – you are suffering”. So LOVE it ALL. You can’t screw it up! You’re already perfect!
    ~ Judy (of Mark and Judy)

  3. Hi Wayne! Love your description of this experience- it happens from time to time for me as well. It’s been triggered a few times (strangely enough) as a result of watching Game of Thrones- most notably after the Red Wedding scene (I cried uncontrollably for about an hour.) I think the show does a great job of realistically depicting the sort of primitive mindsets and motivations that have characterized the human experience, and perpetuated human suffering, for millennia- thankfully in our society we have evolved (for the most part) to a more humane state, but the painful memories are still carried in the collective (un)consciousness for sure.

  4. I can feel the Mother Goddess cry when man shaves Her head (mows the lawn). Civilization is like a big FU to Her. Basically, in order for civilization to exist you have to clear large tracts of land, destroying Her beauty. And then you have to keep maintaining that, by trimming trees, and mowing lawns, because if you didn’t nature would come back and crack through civilization and it would cause roads and buildings to fall apart. So it’s like keeping a baby in a cage, and preventing it from growing into an adult (Grassland, old growth forest).

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