As I sat upon one of those flying steel miracles we take for granted, I watched a documentary on Jung I hadn't seen before.

Called A Matter of Heart, it reminded me why I love Jung. There were a lot of photos and videos woven throughout the doc that had me feeling like I was looking at old family photos, enjoying the family that came before me. But the feeling of communing with seldom visited family abruptly turned to goosebump-raising unease.

In the last section of this more than 90 minute documentary, the interviewer asks Marie Von Franz about a dream Jung had a few days before he died.

Saint Von Franz is a legend in the Jungian Canon. She studied directly with Elder Jung as an 18 year old. She got to learn directly from the wisest version of the Swiss dreamcatcher and is regarded as one of the best articulators of Jung's work.

In this documentary, she appears to be in her 50s or 60s. She is sharp, regulated, and even drops a smile or a chuckle when talking about projections or the shadow.

She's a fucking legend.

But then she is asked about a dream Jung had shortly before he died.

This is her response.

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I did some quick math.

Jung died when he was 61.

50 years after his death would be 2011.

And 2011 happens to be the year Dr. Jonathan Haidt establishes as the emergence of the new class of beings we share the world with that are injuring the minds of humanity at a scale we've never seen in history (see my Shimmer Series and/or Haidt's book The Anxious Generation).

I was able to notice a simultaneous triumvirate:

1. A swelling of mania "wow this shimmer thing is really a thing."
2. A swelling of dread "...wait, why am I excited...this could be [insert indescribable painful feeling].
3. An active grounding sensation holding it all lightly.

To the degree the mania flamed was the degree to which the dread dragged.

It's been a weird couple of months.

Really it started in January, when I started reading Process and Event. The book splattered my brains across my office walls and reassembled the mush into a network of nodes now capable of really seeing the internet.

Process and Event helped me see that the world I was born out of had died, and that I was coming-of-age in a new world.

They called this kind of cataclysm a Paradigm Shift.

These shifts normally take a few hundred years to really get going.

Depending on how you slice time, we're about 40 years into this new world.

Then I eventually rewatched the movie Annihilation and something reached through my psyche, grabbed my ego and said:

(I tell this story in the Shimmer Series).

But what really drove this idea of The Shimmer into the ground of my Being were two dreams I had while I was researching the making of the movie Annihilation.

One showed me I was like Neo in the Matrix when he realized he had a parasite in him his whole life (and finally got it out).

The second, in some of the most direct messages I've ever gotten from a dream, reflected the following quotes to me:

The Bad News:

The ships are here. We have all been injured, and if you don't figure out how to navigate this new world, you and your family will suffer.

This is not fear-mongering or exaggeration, rather; it is to look steadfastly at the cold brutal facts.

Ignore the shimmer and it will ruin your mind and steal your children's futures.

The Good News:

This is literally the greatest time in history for good ideas.

A good idea, if it is truly good, in the same sense that a song is only good if it bumps in a club and people love it.

Aka, fuck the ivory towers and the gate-keeping that parades as artistic taste -- a good idea is one that bumps in the club, that moves people in the streets, that reaches past the numbing and distraction and stress and seizes our hearts for a moment.

A good idea is one that gets a mthrfckr in the shimmer to notice, and then once they notice...the idea nourishes their soul.

Learn how to put good ideas into the shimmer to help your brothers and sisters.

Learn how to meta-cognate so you can notice when the shimmer has snatched your ass for a 85 minute doom-scroll.

Learn how to do deep, distraction-free work on what matters most to you everyday for at least 90 minutes, and watch your life, and your capacity to help out during a cataclysm, grow and grow and grow.

Do you have a sophomoric story about why making money or using technology is evil/selfish/egotistical/low-vibration/a psyop that helps you justify ignoring your calling to help the world and become a great soul (what the Greeks called Eudaimonic)?

If so, I hope the following words land:

Short Story I Recently Wrote:
​88,000 Dharma Doors​

Quote I'm Enjoying