‘a specific constellation of memories (and related fantasies) from different life periods of the individual. The memories belonging to a particular COEX system have a similar basic theme or contain similar elements and are associated with a strong emotional charge of the same quality’.
For my own purposes I have come to call this the Mark. There is something which draws a line through my experience, which divides it. Something was caged long ago, and it does not long to be free. It does not understand the concept, yet. There are the zones of Great Fear, and Known Fear. There is a circle of dim light, and beyond it, the fully unknown.
It is only in the process of making this INTERESTING, of invoking curiosity, that it can be healed. This is a gradual process, an elicitative (yes, spellcheck, I made it a damn word) process.
And what I see is that there is a primitive rough spot, on which some sorts of subsequent experience get “hung”, or stuck. They go one way rather than another way. They go dark, rather than stay conscious. This rough spot, this Mark, gives them that option.
The Mark lives in deep murky water, but for every emotion or primitive sensation–and this is a HUGELY interesting process, pulling up sensations you had as a child, at a primary process level–which emerges from this deep darkness, the water becomes more clear, and a bit of light enters. At some point, it is clear, and you can see yourself as you truly are.
And perhaps the barrier–the great Opposition–becomes a gateway to something new and better. I believe this. I feel this.
I am slowly calming down. This is a good thing. A very good thing.