The Shadow (or Shadow-Self), as I will refer to it, is comprised of the aspects of ourselves that we often try to hide or deny. It is a mental complex, as defined by Carl Jung, to contain all of those aspects of the personality that have been rejected by the Ego– pushed down into our subconscious (namely during childhood) as part of our coping strategies.
In brief, Jung defines the Ego as the focal point of personal consciousness– the aspects of ourselves that we readily acknowledge and identify with. Generally, all of the characteristics, thoughts, feelings, urges and tendencies within us that we shun and/or condemn– typically with moral indignation– usually comprise the Shadow.
Not to cause confusion, but it should be stated that the Shadow-Self can possess both negative and positive qualities. The parts we condemn and deny or otherwise find objectionable are the “negative” aspects, whereas the parts that reflect what we envy and admire in others (long for) are considered the “positive” aspects.
When the Shadow remains buried in our subconscious, it tends to repeatedly manifest some very serious repercussions– perpetuating a vicious, unconscious cycle of thought patterns, emotions, behaviors and decisions that typically do not serve (and often hinder) our spiritual evolution and/or general well-being. Hence the importance of shadow work.
TRUE MEDITATION ISA TRANSCENDENTAL STATE OF NO-MIND (PURE AWARENESS BEYOND ALL THOUGHTS AND ILLUSORY DISTINCTIONS) WHERE ALL-KNOWING, NON-CONCEPTUAL WITNESSING ONLY REMAINS.
IN EVERY ‘NOW’ MOMENT WE ARE GIVEN THE OPPORTUNITY TO BE FULLY CENTERED IN OUR OCEANIC, UNDISTURBED STILLNESS OR CONTINUE TO REMAIN IN A STATE OF MENTAL UNREST (IDENTIFYING WITH WHAT WE ARE NOT). ~ANON I MUS (NO-SELF)
Beginner Shadow work with SaltwaterWitchery on 10/11 @ 8 PM EST
The BEGINNER SHADOW WORK class will be held on WEDNESDAY, October 11th, at 8 PM EST. For those of you planning on attending, we ask that if you are wanting to speak and ask questions on the voice channel, that you have a headset available. Our teacher for the evening is Salt (aka @saltwaterwitchery !)
Come explore shadow work with us! Shadow work is the process of exploring your inner darkness or “Shadow Self.” A concept created by renowned psychologist Carl Jung, this beginner shadow work class is sure to open you eyes to a concept that not many witches are familiar with!
Those that participate on Wednesday will receive:a PDF packet itinerary/workbook with loads of information designed specifically for this class AND a participation gift, which you will receive at the end of class.
If you are new and planning on joining us, we have a set of rules we follow on the server, one being that we require you to use a headset/headphones when in the voice channel. It is simply to ensure that everyone can hear what is going on. You can read more the full set of Witch Haven rules down below or learn more about the server over here.
Once again, class starts at 8 PM EST sharp! Make sure to message one of the mods with your Tumblr name and age so we can properly categorize you in chat. Hope to see everyone there! Click here to join the server!
Chase had been fighting for hours. He clawed, kicked, scratched, and screamed. At one point everyone else got tired enough to just let him try to open the rift. He did everything he was physically allowed to do until his body gave up on him.
Henrik wasn’t waking up.
Chase drove his mind to the darkest corners imaginable. At first, he told himself it should have been him. Told himself that he was useless anyway and shouldn’t have been allowed to keep going.
Then he blamed Henrik. He knew it was wrong, but to Chase it made sense. Henrik should have been the person to stay behind. He was already almost gone. We would have been better off.
Then he’d shake himself out of the mindset. Anti was getting to him.
Sean was almost worse.
He had been sitting awake as Dr. Iplier repaired his injuries to the best of his abilities.
“I give Henrik credit,” Dr. Iplier said, “With what little he had he managed to fix you up quite nicely.”
Sean didn’t say anything. He only looked over at Henrik, who was in the hospital bed next to him, worriedly.
Even with a hole in his stomach, he’s still always worrying about others. Signe thought to herself. She had gotten a bit riled up that he hadn’t said anything about the injury, but she then ignored it after Dr. Iplier told her that he shouldn’t be alive.
Bim was taking an amazing nap on the lounge sofa.
No one but Mark’s egos found the sofa even remotely appealing, mainly because the grooves in it had all been made in the shape of Mark.
Marvin and Jackie tried their best to calm Grayson down. He had been a little shaken up from the whole incident. He was reliving bad memories. Even seeing Sean had made him a little anxious.
The Host was sitting on a chair in the same room Sean and Henrik were in. He refused to be treated. Doctor Iplier wouldn’t let that stand. They would wait until Sean fell asleep so his bandages could be replaced.
The Host’s body double had vanished the minute he stepped back into Mark’s void, scaring Dr. Iplier half to death. He was relieved to see him pass back through.
Silver was sitting on the couch next to where Bim was sleeping. He would shoot little glances towards Jackie every so often. There was another hero in the void. And Silver didn’t know how to feel about that.
Bing was somewhere skate boarding around his mini skate park he had made, trying to take his mind off of the chaos.
The Googles had unfused, and were wandering around offering people refreshments. Google Yellow was very persistent about asking Chase if he needed anything. Chase would always reply with a no, and Google Yellow would wander off and wait another few minutes before asking again.
About the 30th time he asked, Chase looked up at him defeatedly.
“Yes,” He muttered.
“What is it that you need?”
Chase began tearing up.
“A hug?” Chase asked. Google Yellow smile and nodded. He plopped down next to Chase and pulled him into a hug that reminded him of Jack. Chase burst into tears and cried on his shoulder.
Blue, Red, and Green on the other hand, stopped dead in their tracks when they realized three vital egos were not being supervised.
They ruled out Wilford as being a problem, just because he was outside of the Void with Mark. They then considered it as a conflict, but found the other two people more important.
Yan and Dark were nowhere to be seen.
None of them ever let either of them see each other. It meant chaos for anyone else involved, and the last thing they needed was that right now.
“My scanners indicate that Yanderiplier’s door is locked. He seems to have scratched the door so hard that my scanners can no longer detect anything else.” Red told them.
“Another door?” Yellow asked from the ground.
“A door is an easy fix, Oliver.” Blue told him.
“To you! Especially when you haven’t fixed the last twelve!” Yellow complained
“Stop whining and do as you are told.” Blue demanded.
“Fine,” Yellow turned to Chase, who was still hugging him. “I’m sorry, I need to go. I’m sure there are others who will be willing to give you a hug!”
Chase gave a sniffle and a nod as Yellow stood up.
Yellow walked out the doors.
He came back a few minutes later. Not much had changed, but Bim was slowly waking up.
“There might be a problem…” Yellow shouted as he walked through the glass doors. “Yan isn’t in his room.”
Mark, Amy, Wilford, and Ed were forced to tell the others what was happening.
“WHAT?!” Tyler and Ethan gaped.
Kathryn wasn’t surprised. She warned that something like this would happen whenever Mark used his… void powers… to do cool stuff. She had been the only one that Mark let help him record besides Amy, and even then he made sure she was very far away when Dark showed up.
Whenever they recorded Markiplier TV, or A Date With Markiplier all together Mark made sure to be cautious. He only let Tyler and Ethan see a few of the egos, like Dr. Iplier and Wilford Warfstache, only because they weren’t as obviously misplaced as Dark or Google would be.
Markiplier TV was hard because Mark, Amy, and Kathryn had to come up with an excuse to Ethan as to why they weren’t sleep deprived after they “edited” a video with Darkiplier in it. Tyler just thought it looked cool.
(Side note, another problem that kept arising was that they kept messing up their lines, which aggravated Wilford to the point he would randomly fire his gun in a rented out office space. So they made Wilford do his lines separately, which is also why the other egos don’t appear in the TV reflection.)
“Why didn’t you tell us this sooner?” Mark asked Ed and Warfstache.
“We didn’t know until now! Yan is just… weird.” Ed argued.
“Wait.” Wilford told them. His eyes went wide.
Mark became light headed. Ed’s head began to spin.
“What’s happenin‘?“ Ed asked franticly.
“There are…” Mark fell onto the floor, his eyes barely able to stay awake. “too many.”
Everyone raced to pick him up, including Wilford who paced nervously.
“Yup, they have arrived.” Warfstache announced.
“Who?” Amy asked.
“Well, let me count…“ Wilford held a hand up, and spread his fingers out. “All… one, two, three, four, five of Sean’s egos not including him and Signe just crashed in your void.” Wilford ran his thumbs around his suspenders nervously.
“So… How many people are in my void?” Mark asked dizzily.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: right-libertarians’ central critique of “socialism” is, nine times out of ten, a critique of the welfare state and accompanying social democratic policies. Hell, sometimes they’ll even equate socialism and corporatism, as if to imply that literally ANYTHING the government does is socialism (it doesn’t help when certain types of liberals go on to assert that, yes, cops and the military and libraries and public schools are indeed socialism). This is obviously some intensely ahistorical bullshit, and it’s just slightly more sophisticated parroting of standard Fox News establishment rhetoric (which makes it all that much funnier when they jump around insisting that they’re so subversive and against-the-grain). We know that billionaires love the right-libertarian “movement” because it gives them, again, a more sophisticated-sounding ideological justification in the eyes of people who claim to love human freedom. The Koch bros and others pump oodles of cash into these things because it means more capitalist boot-licking under the guise of liberation.
As a last resort, these think tanks push the “democracy is bad” mantra. If you’re a leftist, you know the drill – once you expose a libertarian’s utter lack of understanding with regard to what constitutes socialism (as a historic entity and as an ever-present movement designed to topple capitalism by replacing it with democratic worker-control of the means of production and collective utilities), they’ll concede that, you’re right, it’s actually not about dictators making decisions for you, it’s democratic control of the economy. At this point, they’ll argue “well, democracy is just mob rule”. So, simultaneously, socialism becomes an ideology of stuffy ivory tower autocrats deciding what’s best for everybody AND an ideology of the reckless mob of emotional proletarians brandishing their pitchforks at the person 51% of them don’t like.
I have a theory:
When libertarians fear the socialist boogeymen as the former “stuffy ivory tower autocrats”, it’s them projecting their own alienation and distaste for the current system onto the proposed antithesis – indeed, capitalism is already a system that puts autocrats in charge of the economic infrastructure and cultural superstructure by virtue of their ownership over the means of production, utilities, and land, all while the state functions primarily to maintain this ownership/management trend and the subsequent rifts between the people and the stuffy ivory tower autocrats. In this way, it’s almost like a shadow recognition on the libertarian’s part. It’s capitalism that pushes us all into identical worker uniforms at the behest of bosses and suppresses our creative and cooperative decision-making capacities to the domination of capital, and the suffocating bureaucracy of it all – in the workplace and with the state – leaves us choking. THAT system is more akin to the 1984 specter.
On the other side of the coin, when libertarians fear the socialist boogeymen as the latter “reckless mob of emotional proletarians”, it’s them projecting their own learned prejudices from this system – here, “the mob” becomes the wayward Other, the group the libertarian has learned to (consciously or subconsciously) despise as a byproduct of divide-and-conquer capitalist superstructure. That capitalist superstructure also relies on the idea that people are fundamentally rational individuals who make choices through a disembodied ego; the shadow of that rational individual is the emotionally-unstable sheep, a member of the lowly rabble with no self-control or personal initiative. Those sheep then come together to voice their collective concerns, an action that threatens the material interests of the rational individual (who owns the means of production and employs the sheep beneath him).
So are libertarians populists or elitists? Materially they’re elitists, but they’ll use either option rhetorically to win people over to their cause. Don’t fall for it. Their material interests are set firmly upon a status quo where eight “rational individuals” control more wealth than half the world’s people, where tangible human needs take a backseat to profit.
“Where could he be?!” Bim asked as he tip toed through the mess that was Yanderiplier’s room.
The door was covered in blood. There happened to be a hole large enough for Yan to slide through.
Google fused, then looked at the door.
“That explains why my scanners didn’t detect anything.” He said.
“What are we gonna do?!” Silver’s gloves were trembling.
“Not tell the others. They don’t need this right now,” Bim said as he tugged on the handles of Yan’s closet.
“Normally, Oliver would disagree with that, but at the moment he and I believe it should be our priority to keep our guests as calm as possible until we find a possible solution to our… dilemmas.” Google said.
As he finished speaking, Yan’s closet swung open.
Inside was a sight of horrors.
Plastered along the walls were pictures, upon pictures, upon pictures, of Antisepticeye. Many of them were of him in one of his glitch moments. Almost all had him and his knife, both of which Bim was terrified of.
Sitting in the middle of the closet was an old dresser covered in candles. None of them seemed to have a particular smell. That was until Bim noticed the smell of smoke seemed to prevail all else.
“How long have these been lit?” Bim asked worriedly, “They could start a fire!”
As Bim tried to blow out the candles, he saw something very strange on the wall.
There were strings. Strings of all colors-blue, yellow, red, green, black, orange, purple-all that connected and crossed one another like a spider web.
And in the middle of it all was a single black t-shirt with a very familiar smiling face.
“Don’t tell me,” Bim whispered.
“I believe your hypothesis is correct.” Google stood beside him and looked at the terrific sight. “Anti has merch now.”