It is strange to consider how in recent times, the so-called "modern man" becomes estranged from the things which make him human. The names for that thing that makes human beings human are countless; unconscious, soul, consciousness, awareness, a highly developed brain, and all these names point to the same inevitable it. It is that which we cannot describe but by analogy, the parts of ourselves that we consider to be like other things, and are associated with them. The semi-personal contents of the unconscious are limitless, as their birthplace is also the origin and water from which our conscious mind does grow.
This attitude; however, is not an accepted one. We teach now that the idea of the unconscious is outdated, and inaccurate; as its existence and validity cannot be proven by science, by virtue of the fact that it is and must remain unknown. It is striking to see the widening of the trenches between the collective conscious and unconscious minds; the more we claim to understand about the material aspects of our nature, the more inclined we are to reject the impalpable mystery that defines us all. It is no surprise that a society which rejects the unconscious so out-rightly in its waking attitude is so possessed by it in the grand scale of things. One can observe how the people have become distanced from themselves, not bothering to look into that which might terrify and mystify their existence. It is an existence which is easy to be sure, but monumentally incomplete; for in having gone so far into the art of mastering the external world, we lack the courage and wisdom to begin to look within consciously. And yet. The rise of cult gatherings, new religions, and mental illness seem uncanny results of some underlying psychic event, one that moves with no clear direction, and shifts the boat of humanity on unclear currents. Our rejection of the unconscious and numinous aspects of ourselves leads only to the strengthening of the urge to plunge into its murky depths and remain there for eternity; look closely to the self destructive behaviour that man presents us, and it will become clear that on a collective level, we are possessed by that which we consider to be other than ourselves. As it is in the individual who resents and rejects the aspects of himself which he does not like, so it is on the collective level when we reject the ideas and things that would unglorify the waking mind. There is a fashion in the modern day to look upon humanity as scum, to identify it just as a cancer which growths and infiltrates the earth and serves no purpose but to destroy and consume; but even this trend is an example of that which it professes against. It is in a way the profession of ones' romanticised idea of virtue; he who is so self aware and wise that he belittles himself by putting down all mankind, so as to make himself the tragic and hopeless wise-man who sees the world pass by, and he can do nothing about it. But this is the cleverest form of self-deception. For we all think we know what the ideal and virtuous man should and would think and say, so we create the façade of the ascetic, who rejects reality outright, and hides within his courageous self deprivation. But there are too few who are truly ascetic, and too many who hide behind his cheap and clever mask. This hypocrisy remains unconscious however, so long as the individual does not acknowledge that there are things in himself which he could not possibly comprehend, and that in the base of his being there remains an eternal play of opposites which give us all the ability to be hypocrites at all. As I aforementioned, the more we reject the unconscious the more powerful it becomes; and how greatly have we rejected it, for our powers are too great now for even nature herself to contend with. But there remains still the thing within us who is bound to mother nature, and now due to our outright rejection of it, contains not only the destructive chaotic aspects of ourselves, but the creative vitellus which sparks life into a flame and gives rise to the wildness that lives within us all. The animal within, when rejected and wounded; be it by the world or by oneself, becomes the evil we seek to destroy, for an animal that is wounded is dangerous, and more dangerous still is the the wounded evil which lives in all our hearts. Powerful have we become, but not wiser because of it. It seems no coincidence that the ancients called wisdom a "she", and that nature is still called to this day a motherly figure. It is because in exploring the filth that festers in ones' life, and searching through the natural and animalistic mud that surrounds us is the key to a wisdom that is untouched by the superficial power of the conscious mind. For a nuclear bomb may end the world, but it is a person made of flesh and blood that pulls the trigger.