” …speak in a rather complicated and roundabout way.” What is the reason that we use words in such a way as to leave a conversation less satisfied or educated than when we started. I had a conversation with a friend the other day and in 2 minutes more was said about our lives in a true sense than was said in the previous two hours. I am not saying that the previous two hours was anything less as far as shared communication about who we are and what we think, but in the end, the clarity that came from those two minutes was priceless for me. Why? Because they made it all very clear where we were in our relationship. Wonder full!
“Only numinous experiences retain their original simplicity or oneness which still gives us intimations of the Unus Mundus.” I am sitting here this morning at 3:41 a.m. and I am struggling with the sense of what this is all about. When this happens, the
Ggods give me the statement above in my email. Numinous. What does it mean. I looked it up and the definitions included the words spiritual, religious, divine and the word that most describes how I am trying more and more to view their world as; mysterious.
I drove through the fire area again. I had to go and see if the house of a new friend I had made was still there. As I drove up the highway from Middletown(where the press focused it’s efforts on) to Cobb (where the conflagration really took off) I saw literally thousands of trees cut and laying off the side of the road. There were so many that they had started moving down off the mountain and spreading them out in the open fields next to the highway. I was awestruck by the amount of dead wood sitting by the side of the highway. (It was dawn so it was a little magical almost to see them lined up like pieces of lumber in a lumber yard)
So when I got up to the road where my friend lived, I turned up the hill and starting going up. When I was by the road there was still houses and they seemed like they were alright. This gave me hope as I started up the hill. Then I saw the first burned out house. Having driven through Middletown, I held out hope that the destruction would be random. But as I drove further up the road, it became clear that there was no random saving of houses. I drove by about 50 burned out houses and had to turn around. I could not stomach to see what was above me on the mountain. You could see the mountain from about 10 miles and almost all of the trees had been burned down. Not the leaves burned and the trunks remaining. No the fire up where my friend’s house used to be burned so hot that it burned the trees up and even burned the earth it was so hot.
So I turned around and sadly went back down the mountain. I did not need to see the rubble of my friend’s house and I am glad I didn’t. I paid an emotional price just trying to go and see his house. I was telling my friend Willem3655 about the experience and realized how sad the whole thing is. All you smell when you get into Middletown and all the way up the mountain to Cobb is the smell of death. Burnt death. Yes for the people who died, but we lost much more than that. We lost a place where people called it home. Cobb will not be the same for decades. There are places where the fire was so hot, it literally burned everything in it’s wake.
That is so mysterious to me. Why some houses and not others? Why level a whole community like the fire did? It makes no sense to me. I can hear the argument that it is all random. But if there are truly Ggods out there, why pick my friend’s house and not the people a quarter of a mile away? I have no answers just trying to make sense of such a mysterious travesty. People who had lived on that mountain their whole lives lost everything. A man in his 70’s who I befriended one day no longer lives where he lived for almost 50 years. It makes no sense to me.
Carl Jung, Letters Vol. II, Page 508-509
123 JW, PA, PH, RV, SA, JW, JJE