A story

I read the other day a book about Carl Jung, where I learned  that a lot of his contributions to psychology , found its roots in one single understanding:” there is a story in everybody that needs to be told.”

He made a lot of progress in understanding what was not going according to plan under the bonnet of a mentally ill person, by finding the point where telling the story got compromised.

In listening and allowing the original story to pick up where it left of,  he reached an amazing success rate in people functioning well after the treatment he provided. When people pick up telling their own story, uncompromised, many mental ailments vanish.
Jung also gained a lot of insight on the story-telling side of humans and made those insight available to  all people interested in understanding human behaviour more.

It appealed to me so much, since I recognise it, from my work and play.

When life goes on the blink, when the going gets tough, what is happening is simply not within the blueprint of the original story. A small thing can be out of tune, or a number of things don’t correspond anymore. That causes friction within oneself. It needs attention, to go back on track with its natural flow.

I’d say, the attention it needs is not so much from a position as a reader. I personally don’t think that the story is already written in full detail and all you have to do is turn the pages ( be a consumer of your life), although listening to you own story and feeling it, does give may clues on where is starts to derail.

I’d say, it needs the attention of a storyteller, having the inherent understanding of what the rhythm and flow of your story is, the main characteristics of it and a sense of beginning, fluid continuity with interest and end.

Herman Koch, a Dutch writer, explained it saying that the first sentence of a book is given to him (as in a thunderstruck) , and  he senses its DNA, full potential and  he senses  its general shape: a novel. He feels the whole book, although it still has to be written. Every day, he simply picks up where he left of and writes more of it. The novel seems to be writing itself, although he has choices on various details. All is well, he indicates, when he regularly checks if he is still in touch that sense of its DNA blueprint.

I suspect that he, if and when he gets stuck with it, he goes back to the last point where he felt it was fully in line with that DNA of the novel and continues from there.

The DNA blueprint of a story, the DNA blueprint of a person’s story is known.
If you lose sight of it, there are still ways to get connect with it, look into it, to get back on track.

I often say, there are two copies in this Universe of the original blueprint for your life. 

One is within yourself, the other is in  the Knowing.