Who are We?

Who are we, behind our masks?. “Behind the Mask” was a required text on an introduction to modern psychology, when I went back to school in mid-life, to find the answers to questions that had followed me throughout my life. What’s it all about? And, why?

“Behind the Mask” – whatever happened to my very much underlined and highlighted copy? I kept it for many years. The title itself fascinated me, for it describes so perfectly, or seems to, to me, at least, the many roles we each play during our lifetime, and the seeming reality that so many people seem to forget to take their masks off when the work-day is over.

We are so very much more than the roles we play on the stage of life – the masks we wear, that Jung calls archetypes. At least he seems to place them back deeply in our minds, and not, as so many people I know, confuse them with the essence of their personality.

Skilled actors slip off their masks and return to whom they are, an individual living in a society of other individuals, with both similar and different temperaments, skills, and lifestyle choices, to everyone else.

Masks, or archetypes, serve a purpose, but they’re not real, and we are. Or, are we?

Published by jeanw5

A Journal of a journey, with Spirit as my guide, using the wisdom of I Ching, an ancient explanation of change as a necessary part of life, to understand Life, and where, how, and why my life has developed as it has, and where do I go from here, and how, and why. My mission, purpose, or desire is to share my struggle toward and passion for enlightenment, without having a clear idea of what it will look like when I find it, and I intend to find it, sooner or later. Meanwhile I seem to be struggling toward enlightenment without a clear road map, unless Spirit, my constant companion (did He invite himself along, for laughs, perhaps?) is hiding it from me, for whatever reason. Vancouver, BC Canada is the only place I care to live, in this world. Perhaps it's not entirely by choice. My name is carved into a nearby sidewalk, as if to remind me where I belong. I am blessed to have Spirit as a teacher. Just ask him.

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