There's something to be said about Sigmund Freud
shhhhhh, your subconscious is telling you something!
Is it shameful to resonate with the philosophical works of Sigmund Freud? I don’t think so….let’s chat.
I know a lot of his theories are outlandish as f***, but I think there’s something to be said about his thoughts on dreams.
There’s actually something to be said about his thoughts on everything - that’s why we (am I the only one?) still talk about him today!
If the things Freud thought were THAT crazy and nobody on earth resonated…then I don’t believe any of his work would be given a second eye….especially in 2022.
Like, we literally teach this in modern day philosophy!!
HELLO! WE’RE ALL A LITTLE WEIRD HERE, SO IF YOU’RE NOT DOWN TO GET WEIRD..F*** OFF and go find some mainstream-cookie-cutter-bullshit that could only be produced by a ‘pick me’.
* Someone who is “pick me” is someone that deliberately exhibits behaviour that attempts to appease others (most often the opposite sex), whilst acting as if they're completely unaware that this is what they're doing… ((definition from google))
Sigmund Freud was the total opposite of a ‘pick me’ - like he didn’t give a rats ass who thought what about his theories. He knew publicizing them and applying his methods was truly helping people - and himself.
I searched his name on You Tube and was surprised to find there’s a recording from 1938 of his actual voice. UHHHH COOL!
“People did not believe in my facts and thought my theories unsavory. Resistance was strong and unrelenting.”
“In the end I succeeded in acquiring pupils and building up an International Psychoanalytic Association.
BUT THE STRUGGLE IS NOT YET OVER.” (Freud)
How many times will I say in this article “there’s something to be said”? Man had the gargantuan balls I previously mentioned in my last post! ((check this one out, I’m super excited it almost has 100 views :’) It's said to be a ‘worthy’ read - thanks @Journalisa))
If you like this article - or that one, please share!!! Exposure is something I’m kind of afraid of but think I would be more confident with some feedback…?
ANYWAYYYS back to the weird stuff
Freud’s Method for Interpreting Dreams:
I retracted the dream information pertaining to freud from Freud.org - lol…do you think Siggy thought he’d have a whole website? Probs not hehe
Freud had this method called “Free Association” and similarly to how I pick a tarot card and ‘say whatever’ - that’s what freud was encouraging his clients to do!
“Instead of telling his patients what he thought their dreams meant, he invited them to say whatever came to mind in relation to each element of the dream, following their own trains of thought.
He encouraged them to relax their critical faculties, and to refrain from holding back thoughts that seem unpleasant, trivial or ridiculous.”
This method, IMO is the best because it gives the dreamer the opportunity to form their own connections…leading Freud to a more authentic analysis….
like, he didn’t come up with this shit! YOU DID!
Saying the first thing that comes to mind, completely uninhibited, to someone who wants to listen and find deeper meaning in it all….that’s progress, that’s hope…that’s weird as hell at first but will make sense if you approach it with an open and non-judgmental mind.
Just like ‘there’s no such thing as a coincidence’ - there’s no such thing as ‘it was just a dream!’.
Our dreams carry meanings that can lead us to solutions in the 3d realm. Our subconscious is delivering all types of information to us in the form of symbols.
These symbols take on all types of forms, but if over-thought, or even just recorded…we’re forced to rhetorically understand what’s going on in the world around us. ((once more, I’m gonna ask if that made any sense?))
A Cognitive Theory of Dream Symbols: ((I knew this article was the one when they mentioned Freud in the first paragraph))
“Why are there symbols in dreams? Freud answered that symbols appear in dreams because the referents for which the symbols are surrogates are distasteful to the censor. The dreamwork can smuggle reprehensible things into a dream by transforming them into innocuous symbols. One dreams of climbing a tree instead of masturbating because climbing trees (the symbol) is condoned and masturbating (the referent) is condemned. In short, symbols are disguises for referents.” (Hall, 1953)
Hall was right, and so was Freud, in the freakiest way!
It’s totally not okay to masturbate in public to a tree (lol) or talk about it anyways, it’s considered to be a “taboo” subject, so your brain makes up this other way of ‘thinking’ about what you want or need….your brain is allowing you to have your thoughts in a ‘socially acceptable’ way.
Your brain is literally trying to ‘cover up’ your true thoughts…but also wants to remind you of what they are AT THE SAME TIME. wow. the human mind is crazy. ((we’re learning together here by the way))
It’s kind of cute too, your brain is saving you from self judgement..but also like “hey girl, have that dream you want..be freaky as hell…!”
The big ‘modern day takeaway’ here from good ole Venus is as follows:
People are weird as $h!t, but if you open your mind, and your minds eye without judgement or fear, you wear your big balls with pride…you just might find the solutions to your everyday wants and needs.
Keep your mind open.
Allow yourself to be freaky every once in a while…you’d be surprised at the ease you feel once you delve into the oddities in all those dark corners of your mind.
This Freud shit is always in the dark corners of my mind…there’s certainly something to be said about that!
What’s something that sticks out from the dark corners of your mind on the daily? Comment below :) this is a no judgement zone !!!!
Thanks for reading, sleep tight & don’t let the bed bugs bite hehe
Venus
The train is on the track, it is progressing forward, it knows where it is going.
As I was reading I kept wanting to go to the comment section and start commenting, but I didn't want to break the flow of what you were sharing so adroitly (and it's a big deep subject to tackle.)
I loved hearing Freud's voice. He really started a huge movement and evolution because he was brave enough (and had the balls) to put it out there. A brain doctor that wanted to ease his patient's minds.
I think religion freaks us out, tells us how to act, so they can control the uncontrollable. People, especially the pious ones who are so judgmental about everyone else, are usually the ones that explode every few years or erupt once and go kaput. We are complex animals with the ability to think, feel, and reflect. That is unless we buy into someone else's system for us.
Freud stimulated minds and the psychological unfolding. Jung branched off, as did others.
I've got years of my dreams recorded, organized, typed and collated in one notebook. This year I printed lots of them out and read them before bed. It blew my mind how prophetic many were. I saw my high school boyfriend driving up to go to Berkeley (cause I was there), years before he did that. I saw my mother ask me where her bedroom was, decades before she asked me. I saw my brother and sister-in-law getting a divorce a hella long time before they actually split. I didn't remember having those dreams or even typing them up! That's how split we are from our sub and unconscious selves.
In my dreams, documented and forgotten until this year, I've found the more attention I pay to my dreams, the more they start to unfold and become more and more clear.
Rory Duff said, get thyself to a dream group. I signed up with three of them.
I had the opportunity on 5/29 to work for a free half hour with a Jungian dream analyst therapist etc. I poured through my dreams looking for which one I wanted to share. Early on I picked one out but kept searching for a better one. In fact, I got so compulsive I couldn't sleep the entire night before I got the opportunity to talk with her. I did share that first dream. By the end of the 35 minutes I knew it was my brother who died in 1993 giving me yet another message, this one so much deeper and more concise than one can believe we can communicate with those on the other side.
I've been trying to start my substack blog since February 28th. Well, two weeks before that. I know this is the avenue I'm supposed to take. I am a rebel. I'm tired of trying so hard and I've come to realize that like Freud, the more I relax, the more what I really want unfolds almost magically without so much effort.
I know now that substack is where I will bring many of the unbelievably divine communications between my brother and myself over the years. (it's long but it's a beginning - https://journalisa.substack.com/p/what-is-maturity?s=w)
My mom wanted to believe it, but my dad poo poo'd it. Before he died he called me to him at 6:30 in the morning and said, "You and I will have great communication in the great here-and-beyond."
Huh? "Dad, what are you talking about? You have poo poo'd this for 25 years." Wtf? Driving down to my first cancer treatment my dead brother Steve 427 (his birthday) drove right in front of us (on a license plate) two minutes after I said to mom, "Let's ask him to send us a message." Two minutes. My brother was deep. If you would have told me when I was young that I would be talking to the dead, I would say, "NO WAY."
Mom used to say that her paternal grandmother used to say, "Nobody ever came back and told me what it was like over there." Mom wanted to believe it. I saw a hummingbird do something I'd never seen before, an hour before my mother died. A year and one day later I saw another hummingbird do the same thing. Never seen it before, or since. During the year after my mother died my childhood friend said a hummingbird would often fly right up to her living room screen and hover for minutes at a time, looking in as if it was my mom trying to get her to know and tell me she's still around.
Today I was reading some stuff about her last days and looking at pictures from her last weeks. I broke out in sobs a couple of times. I never used to be able to cry. Unless my mother called at that moment and she often did. "Lisa, finish your sentence. Take a big breath!" The tears would well up, the damn broke, and I'd be able to feel.
I resemble my father in that not feeling part... https://journalisa.substack.com/p/reflecting-on-being-fatherless-for?s=w
Anyway. This is your blog. Your blog about Freud. It was a tremendous read and well worth sitting on my butt for this much longer today/tonight. I loved it and can't wait to read more of what you've written in the past and will write in the future!