Carl Jung was a Swiss psychiatrist who founded analytical psychology. He is known for concepts like archetypes, the collective unconscious, and introvert/extrovert personalities.
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I remember when it happened for me. On my fifth birthday when I woke up. I wondered how I knew English, how I was here, how I knew things I didn’t remember learning. For example, I was walking and thought to myself, “do I look like how I think I do” and went to the mirror and to my shock, I was right. Always thought about that day. I still do.
when i was 1 or 2 years old not older than that i know with strong proof im my mind
my mom grabbed me beneath her leg and opened my mouth by squeezing cheeks so that she can give me milk with spoon from glass, i know that she was doing it forcefully becuase i used to hate milk at that time , and i was crying to set free from her heavy leg
I just must be dense I never understand what Jung is talk about. In a mist? Aware of my own Consciousness? What am I missing? .. I have always had a hmm how do I say this and not sound crazy, a 2 person chat in my head not like crazy but I talk to myself not out loud. I ask myself questions and get answers and then question that answer. Some times when I ask or am thinking of something, not just problems or puzzles just random things. I have a movie like experience. Where no words are said but knowing is just there. I also do this, 2 voices or movies when I am working on problem solving. Or your telling me a prob and I have some how gotten to the end and "Fixed" it before you can finish telling me about it. Or I know what your telling me but you want to tell me 10 steps but after step 2 or 3 I am at 10 and moving to 11. It makes folks really mad when I do that. Ok now I am just rambling. I guess I just do not understand what I am to look for or know when I am looking at my own Conscientiousness.
Even great Minds cant rid itself from nicotine😂. What a paradox
I was 4 years or 3 years old when i got my mind
I was being pushed in a baby stroller down a dirt road covered by trees
I didn’t start contemplating this until I was about 16. I haven’t been able to stop ever since…
I was 5 years old when I experienced self awareness and awareness of the world that surrounded me. I remember me waking up before every one in the morning at dawn time, going out and sitting on a rock in front of our house to see the sunrise. 🌅. I did that several times.
I was suddenly aware of me being a part of this big magical universe.
Now I have a 3 year old daughter who every now and then is interested in looking at the darkness outside, the stars and the moon.
I was 6. We were forced to move in with my eventual stepdad…the next time for me was when I was 8 and thought a bit too much about death.
Though, I'm sure there was one more time before when I used to travel to Colorado on my own.
what a nutter😂
I Wondah Vats en de Pipe bru😂?❤❤
Musky mist
Me too it was when I was 11 I think, I wanted to practice meditation like SonGoku in Dragon Ball and I did and boom a flash of light in the head and suddenly was aware and didn't knew what to do anymore with my life and stil am now at 36 years lol
I can remember my conscience being active when I was three
I remember as a child of about maybe 8 or 9 yrs old and thinking…How do I one day not exist if I know I exist🤔 I'm so glad I KNOW who I AM💛
…El salió de la niebla, del inconsciente colectivo, y se individualizo al entender la conducta humana y a si mismo, y poder explicar todo a todos
I was 14 , just graduated from High school, I was walking back contemplating beautiful weather, then it hit me, some sort of grasp for air, I then became, i transformed, there I was, me, it was such a weird experience
Those words would.And could be used on conquering addiction . In my opinion..
I'm usually reluctant to say this but this seems the right place to do that.
I was 12 , it was when I riding my bicycle after dusk . It was a rainy day , the roads were empty due to people being in their homes , under shelters. I was drenched in the rain.
Then a thought came to my mind, "am I alone?" . I looked around myself , water all over , my clothes , my books and everything wet. Soil dissolving , water blurring my sight ……
I felt like everything suddenly became "clearer" . That I could feel , see , hear things better. That a sort of "blanket" was removed from my mind .
(these following questions , I didnt experience then)
What even is "self"?
What even does it mean to be alone? What exactly is "me" ? Who am I? Are we all even "different" individuals? What if we all are just streams of water with a same origin ? (metaphorically) What am I? What have I been so far? Why did this thought come to me at moment? Why not before? ……
Perhaps it was that moment of being alone that I first ever discovered "awareness".
Or am I actually still in the illusion that I am aware?
Please how do i gain full awareness?
because I've noticed that I'm not like my friends, they seem to have an already built in self motivation for wealth procurement and family establishing… while I on the other hand am often lost in everything, i forget little, simple details, i have to take all the time to make up my mind on anything, i hardly can give myself to anything at all, at a time i began to think to myself that i might be having a brain issue_ if you know what i mean_
Please help; what do i do once and for all to gain a healthy conscious lifestyle? you would be saving a generation if you have the answers for me
I was four, moving to a new town. I remember earlier things, but my actual consciousness seemed to 'turn on' when I woke up from sleep on that bus.
The first I felt consciousness was equating myself with a picture of other children and a teacher and wanting to be with them and to fell their joy at age 4.
I'm 72 & only just learning this. I wish l'd found it 50 years ago 😢 What a life, wasted 😢
When I was eight years old, I saw a red rose. It stood up against a slatted wall in my childhood home. I stared at it and thought to myself: «This is a rose, here and now, I know what it is but what is it in 10 years?»
So I took some mental snapshots of them to remember in ten years, when I’m grown up. You know, when on a road passing cars and take mental pictures (slow blink) so you can remember their license plates.
Here i am more than 20 years later and now I know what this beautiful rose is, 20 years later.
What a symbolic and beautiful thought with the rose and everything
and at eight years old to be conscious of time this way..
My answer is eight
Wonderful ❤
to me I was 4, I woke up went to the kitchen and called my mother mother,and I imediatelly quesitoned myself "how do I know that´s my mother" thats my oldest memory,when I woke up
Sadhguru copied same line to sell his spirituality 😂😂😂😂😂😂
The beginning of individuation.
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lowkey the most 9ish description ever (in terms of the enneagram) 😂
"I am. Whatever they say I am. Keep my shit tight, man. MF'n Hoover Dam."- Sloth's Revenge, The Dirty Heads
That awareness makes us human. I remember in my 10th grade I suddenly started questioning things and becoming a bit aware of my surroundings and still got this strange feeling about that day. 😮