Psychotherapy As If Life Really Mattered

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Excerpt From the Book: Have you ever thought or felt within yourself that something very fundamental to your life is missing? This can’t be all there is, can it? There must be something more, something so very special that we haven’t been told about. (Page 1)

Let us now trace the evolution of human consciousness to see if we can better understand the actual consciousness that we must (choose to) hold to consciously be in life. We tend to take our consciousness for granted–as if we are automatically conscious and see reality clearly. Conscious of what? This presumption is faulty and actually leaves us in an illusion of consciousness, a pretense that we know what is real. To really be conscious, we must understand our evolution from preconsciousness to, hopefully, a full consciousness. (Page 9) Read More…

 

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A psychology for the “New Age” from which we may finally discover through each (opposite) other “Who am I?” and “Why am I here?”, bringing closure to our incompleteness. — 101 pages © 1995, Revised Edition, 2010

 

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Complete Excerpt (continued):

I have mentioned that the discovery of I am not You was based in sexual difference. Yet, philosophically, look at what we’re missing. For example, we ask (the great metaphysical question): Who am I?, but we do not ask it sexually! We ask it as if there is some one answer inclusive to us all as if we were somehow “all the same.” Historically, our whole inquiry into the self has missed the importance of the initial discovery I am not You. You and I are different, not just physically but metaphysically. This means that our difference is incorporated into the order and structure of the universe. Sexual difference is fundamental to all things. Each of us are sexual beings, not just “beings.” It is the sexual, male as to female, that describes our beingness. The question we ought to be asking is not “Who am I?” but “What is male?” as to “What is female?” This is the great question of sexual identity and is the most specific question we can ask of ourselves. (Page 11)

There is an interesting psychological phenomenon that occurs with the truth of sexual being. It seems as if this is the last thing we want to know. Tell me everything but the reality of my sexual self in relationship to my sexual opposite. We attempt to avoid by any means our sexual reality which is, of course, our own creative accountability. (Pages 20-21)

A man and a woman alive with sexual desire want to touch. They want to share their lives together. The need to share their lives together. Asceticism is not the norm here in that oneself alone is not procreative to life. A man wants to give his life (force) to the woman, and the woman wants to receive everything the man has to give. When a man gives to a woman, he is saying to her, “I love you.” Every woman hopes to hear those magic words, “I love you.” And, likewise, when a woman receives from a man, she is saying to him, “I believe in you.” Find me the man who does not need to hear those words, “I believe in you,” from a woman. Yes, the one touch of love between a man and a woman is the only (procreative) reality in all of existence. Each touch is a creative touch. Each touch is a special touch that lives forever. (Pages 53-54)

Life, man and woman balance, awaits our coming to it in the balance that it requires. How long are we going to keep life waiting? How long until we embrace our other half in the love we comprise together? We can no longer deny each other. After all, we only have each other. We only have You and I to constitute and create this one moment of now. This moment is perfect, special, and new as to our creation of it. It is full, alive and complete as to our creation of it. This one moment of now is balanced as to our creation of it. Let us live in this one special moment that finally completes our consciousness in our love. And we can do this right now for the balance exists right now. This one moment, our moment, begins . . . now. (Page 93)