Prima Materia – I believe that intuition is a sensing of experience that occurs in what we have called the unconscious. And I believe this level of ourselves does not think in words or even of intellectual functioning but it intuits from vast swathes if collected experience.
As Jung points out, we have to allow the full flow of spontaneous fantasy/intuition first, but then it is vital to then allow our rational mind to explore and try understand. I don’t know if you have come across -
http://dreamhawk.com/dream-dictionary/what-we-need-to-remember-about-us-3/#Levels which is another way of defining the action. Also
http://dreamhawk.com/dream-encyclopedia/integration-meeting-oneself/ gives various ways of understanding approaching the disciplines of one’s inner searching. Also
http://dreamhawk.com/interesting-people/animal-children/#Program which is important in understanding our present mind state.
I am quite amazed and intrigued by the zeal of your dream work. But of course you have met Life/God. We meet it, pass by it, ignore or discover it in every ordinary thing we do. But often we have not turned the volume up to really see/hear/know IT.
Today, as I cut the bread for the children, I am not myself. No, I am not myself. A madness lies bustling and surging just beneath the thin surface of my being. It surges again and I tremble and moan with it. But it is not the black madness of men; it is the divine madness of Love, of Life. Only the bread knife holds me to myself. If I but let go, and let the moan of pleasure cry out, and fall, and fall, and fall, into that immensity and fall until there is no more falling - for we fall only in space in moving from one place to another; but here there is no beginning or end, no landmarks to pass or space to cover - then I will have gone wonderfully, ecstatically mad. I would be so mad I could love you; so mad I could give everything; so damn blissfully crazy I need never again hold on to anything, to anyone, to any moment, any past, any future - any - any - anything!
And I heard singing. It was glorious singing. It was God singing his everlasting love, singing the immensity of creating it all, singing song and laughter and life; and I mean, singing aliveness totally in every organ. And the song went on. I heard it as plain as my own voice. Every word was clear, as clear as the transistor could make it, because God was singing on the radio.
Then the surface shook again, and I knew it was only a great skin covering the one life, and we were all taking part in it. No one, no where, no time, sang who did not sing as God. No one danced, or fucked, or crapped, or did up their shoelaces, except that one life did it.
But I do not understand! I heard God sing on the radio. I don’t know - I don’t understand; I do not. I cannot convey to you my - what I want to say is - or do you somehow - what do I; maybe, maybe, or even how. I mean how? I mean, help me! Help me! I mean, didn’t you hear?
That day I turned the volume up.
We can never ‘understand’ our core for it is always beyond, but we can sometime experience IT.
Tony