The Discovery of the unconscious

The Discovery of the Unconscious: A Divided Inheritance

There is a temptation to speak of the unconscious as though it were a single territory—mapped, named, conquered. But what the history of depth psychology actually reveals is something more unsettled: the unconscious was not discovered once, but repeatedly, and each discovery contradicted the last.

What emerged between the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries was not a unified theory of the hidden mind, but a series of competing visions of what it means to be human beneath consciousness. Freud, Jung, Janet, Adler, and Charcot were not collaborators in a single project; they were rivals in a struggle over meaning, causality, and agency. What they disagreed about—often bitterly—was not whether the unconscious existed, but what kind of thing it was.

Was it a storehouse of forbidden desire?

A fracture caused by trauma?

A symbolic inheritance older than the individual?

A mistaken life plan shaped by social striving?

Or simply a neurological mystery expressed through the body?

Each answer reshaped the modern self.

Charcot: Making the Invisible Visible

Jean-Martin Charcot stands at the threshold of the unconscious, not as its theorist, but as its exhibitor. At the Salpêtrière Hospital in Paris, Charcot demonstrated something deeply unsettling: the body could produce paralysis, convulsions, blindness, and pain without any organic lesion. Symptoms appeared, disappeared, and migrated under hypnosis.

This alone was enough to rupture the medical imagination of the time.

Charcot treated hysteria as a neurological condition, but his work undermined neurology itself. If suggestion could provoke symptoms, then symptoms were not merely mechanical failures. The body, it seemed, was responding to meanings it could not articulate.

Charcot did not ask why the symptoms appeared. He asked how they could be produced and reproduced. In doing so, he created the clinical space in which the unconscious could later be interpreted. He did not give it language, but he gave it a stage of evidence.

The discovery here was not theoretical. It was epistemological: what cannot be consciously intended can still act.

Janet: The Unconscious as Breakdown

Pierre Janet moved the inquiry inward. Where Charcot revealed the symptom, Janet investigated the structure of the mind that produced it. His central concept—dissociation—offered a vision of the unconscious radically different from Freud’s.

For Janet, the unconscious was not a reservoir of hidden wishes. It was the consequence of psychological failure.

Trauma, in Janet’s view, overwhelms the mind’s capacity to integrate experience. Certain memories, sensations, or impulses become split off, operating as autonomous systems. These dissociated elements do not seek expression; they repeat mechanically. Symptoms are not symbolic disguises but psychological automatisms.

What is striking about Janet’s model is its austerity. There is no drama of desire, no mythic depth. There is only a weakened capacity for synthesis. The unconscious is not mysterious—it is unfinished.

Janet’s therapy aimed not at interpretation but at restoration: strengthening consciousness, reconnecting fragments, stabilising attention. In many ways, his work anticipates contemporary trauma psychology, which treats symptoms less as messages than as frozen responses.

In Janet’s hands, the unconscious is not a secret life. It is what happens when experience exceeds the mind’s ability to hold it.

Freud: The Unconscious as Conflict

Freud inherits Charcot’s symptoms and Janet’s fragmentation—but transforms both into psychological drama. What Freud adds is meaning, and with it, conflict.

For Freud, the unconscious is dynamic. It does not merely contain forgotten material; it actively resists consciousness. Its contents—wishes, impulses, fantasies—are repressed because they are incompatible with social law, morality, or the ego’s self-image.

Symptoms, then, are compromises. They are the distorted fulfilment of forbidden desires. Dreams, slips of the tongue, neurotic rituals—all become expressions of a psyche divided against itself.

This is Freud’s radical move: he universalises the unconscious. It is not the result of trauma alone, nor a sign of weakness. It is constitutive of subjectivity.

To be human is to be in conflict with oneself.

Freud’s unconscious is also deeply historical. Childhood becomes the origin point of adult life, sexuality the organising force of the psyche. Whether one accepts these specifics or not, Freud’s larger claim endures: reason is not sovereign. Insight is hard-won, resisted, and never complete.

What Freud discovered was not simply the unconscious, but the unsettling idea that self-knowledge has an enemy within.

Jung: The Unconscious as Inheritance

Jung breaks with Freud at the point where desire becomes too small a language. For Jung, the unconscious cannot be reduced to personal history alone. Beneath the personal unconscious lies a deeper layer: the collective unconscious, structured by archetypes.

These archetypes are not inherited ideas but inherited forms—patterns of experience that shape how humans imagine, fear, love, and transform. Dreams, myths, and religious symbols are not disguises of repressed wishes; they are expressions of a psyche oriented toward meaning.

Where Freud sees conflict, Jung sees dialogue. Where Freud interprets, Jung listens.

Jung’s unconscious is not only disruptive; it is compensatory. It corrects the one-sidedness of consciousness, offering images that guide the individual toward wholeness. The goal is not mastery, but individuation: the slow integration of conscious and unconscious life.

This vision re-sacralises the psyche without returning to theology. It treats the unconscious as a source of wisdom—but at a cost. Jung’s symbolic language risks abstraction, and his universals can flatten historical and social specificity.

Still, Jung preserves something Freud discards: the idea that the unconscious is not merely a problem to be solved, but a dimension of being.

Adler: The Unconscious as Strategy

Alfred Adler offers the most pragmatic revision of depth psychology. Rejecting both Freud’s libido theory and Jung’s mythic structures, Adler reframes the unconscious in terms of purpose.

For Adler, behaviour is not driven by buried causes but by hidden goals. The unconscious is not where the past hides—it is where unexamined life strategies operate.

Feelings of inferiority, experienced early and universally, give rise to compensations. Personality becomes a creative response to perceived weakness. Symptoms, in this view, are not expressions of repressed desire or symbolic messages; they are mistaken solutions to life’s problems.

Adler’s emphasis on social interest grounds psychology in ethics and community. He insists that mental life cannot be understood in isolation from relational contexts. The unconscious is not a private abyss but a socially shaped orientation.

What Adler loses in depth, he gains in agency. His psychology asks not “What happened to you?” but “What are you trying to achieve?”

A Fragmented Discovery

What Ellenberger’s history makes unavoidable is this: the unconscious has no single essence. Each thinker discovers what their method allows them to see.

Charcot finds the body responding to meaning.

Janet finds minds split by overload.

Freud finds conflict and repression.

Jung finds symbols and inheritance.

Adler finds strategy and striving.

Together, they dismantle the illusion of a unified self. The modern subject emerges as layered, divided, goal-oriented, symbolic, and socially embedded—all at once.

Perhaps the true discovery of the unconscious is not any particular theory, but the recognition that selfhood is unstable, and that understanding ourselves requires multiple, incompatible languages.

The unconscious resists closure because it names not a place, but a limit: the point where consciousness fails to account for what we do, feel, and become.

And that limit, once discovered, cannot be undiscovered.

Interpretation of dreams #2

Interpretation of dreams #2

I dreamed I am Spiderman but my webs are not strong enough, sometimes they are not coming out, it’s stressful. Its a nightmare, I keep falling, I can’t catapult. My mask has been taken away from me by another Spiderman, I am not worthy. Everyone can see who I am, my identity is exposed, it’s raining, rain is in my eyes. So much expectations out of me because I am Spiderman, but I can’t do anything, I am falling apart, I can’t beat the bad guy. My webs are not strong enough, too weak and fragile. Sometimes they don’t come out, so I fall and jump. I am exposed, everyone can see my face. So I am running, swinging. I am running away from myself. A longtime friend shouts out my name in attempts to get me back to my path but I web his mouth to shut him up. He doesn’t understand, my webs are not strong enough and I am exposed. I can’t do anything. I can’t save anybody. I am weak. I keep wishing there is a redemption arc, I want the dream to process faster, but it doesn’t, it’s a nightmare and rain is in my eyes. I keep swinging, running away from myself with echoes of my name rebounding around me. Then I wake up. I didn’t like this dream.

I have to watch “The Amazing Spiderman 2”, it’s the only Spiderman movie I haven’t seen, everything was cool and the dream was structured around Andrew Garfield. I was watching, a spectator and suddenly everything changed, it became about me. Spiderman lost his power and the other Spiderman was relentless in getting his mask. The other Spiderman was in pursuit of the original Spiderman. He couldn’t be evaded, he was patient and cunning, jumping, leaping and swinging vertically, horizontally and strategically to make the space smaller so he can corner the other Spiderman. His web strands are thick and strong. He is faster. So much focus and dedication to unmask the other Spiderman. He won and took off the mask of the other Spiderman and escaped. The unmasked Spiderman ceased being Andrew Garfield, it was me and I was exposed and disgraced. The whole dream, I tried getting back to Andrew’s level but I failed. I was not worthy. My webs are not strong enough and everybody can see my face. Everybody can see my shame. I woke up – what a nightmare!

Analysis: It has been raining quite a lot over the past couple of days. My door is damp and damaged from all the rain. I can’t fix it or buy another one because I don’t have the money, I feel helpless to do anything. I applied for a writing masterclass from the John Kani Institute and was met with a “unfortunately…”. And would you look at that? I wake up to a broken fridge and kettle. Immaculate timing as always, thank you so much City Power and Eskom – I can’t fix that too. My feelings of insufficiency and unworthiness breaking charts. I am a weak ass Spiderman and everybody can see. I can’t beat the bad guy, my cover has been blown and my webs strands are not strong enough, they keep breaking and sometimes they don’t come out. I also can’t run away from myself and the rain is in my eyes. A lot of shame in this dream.

Goddammit!! My luck has to change, I need happier dreams. Dreams about love and making lots of money. God, Universe, give me a break man! This Spiderman stuff is bullshit!

Interpretation of dreams

Interpretation of dreams

Ever since I started reading “The Interpretation of dreams” by Sigmund Freud, I have a relationship with my dreams. I am understanding myself a bit better. I should keep a dream journal. The dream as wish-fulfillment. The dream I had today was interesting. My interpretation of the dream is one of fatigue. In the dream I was walking long distances, I am with someone, female, identity not clear but we get along. We both walking but we are fatigued. The act of walking long distance is not a sacrifice, we both love it but we are still fatigued. Something has to give, we can’t keep doing this, there is no reason to keep doing this, there is no incentive to keep doing this, love is not enough, we can’t keep walking, we are fatigued but we are still cheerful and happy.

Intuitively I understand the dream, I’ve been feeling so limited. Feeling so boxed in and disillusioned with life and everything. I do feel fatigued, I can’t keep walking the extra mile. I can’t keep putting people over when they turn a blind eye to my needs. I am fatigued, I am tired. Why do I feel so tired? I think I feel undervalued and unappreciated.

My friends recently went to Durban and they left me behind. I didn’t have the money to take the trip but that can’t be the determining factor. They had transport, they had enough. They left me behind. They never would have done that in the past. It’s like there’s a bridge between me and them and I can’t get over. I don’t feel close to anyone anymore. This bridge is frustrating! It’s a metaphor for my life, I can’t get over and make money in my professional life and yet I am still walking. There’s something in between, hindering me from getting to my destination. It induces feelings of unworthiness, I feel stuck, I have feelings of shame, I am isolated, I have no connections. I am tired, fatigued, nothing I do is bringing the desired effects, even my lifelong friends are indifferent towards me. I am cool with not having gone to Durban, I wouldn’t want anyone to harber secret resentments towards me because I went and didn’t pay – that would be so horrible! However, the trip did have an impact on my thoughts and apparent dream.

I do think the dream is addressing my people pleasing tendencies. It’s a big saboteur, it’s draining me and hence the fatigue. I may secretly yearn for validation from others and hence the cheerful disposition from walking long distances despite my fatigue. The dream is both literal and figurative. Oh Freud, what a mess!

Literary genius

Literary genius

Just as I feared, Fyodor Dostoevsky has ruined Literature for me. I read other books and authors and it’s not the same. They are too surface level, no depth, no risk, lazy, PG, predictable. I don’t finish reading the books because they bore me. Everything is mediocre after Dostoevsky. Maybe I will never get somebody as great as Dostoevsky. His characters are multilayered, they have fears, flaws and motivations. Fyodor Dostoevsky illuminates the darkside of human nature. Siberia made him a genius. He was scheduled to be at executed but at the very last minute, the order was changed to life imprisonment instead. Those final minutes, those last seconds when he thought he was going to die made him the writer he ultimately became. In those last moments, the colors of plants and nature were fuller, the sun was shinning just for him, for the last time, he gained clarity, he negotiated with God, begging him for another chance. He would become a new man, he now saw life as gift, something he should embrace and be grateful for. If God gave him another chance, he would do good in the world, he wouldn’t take anything for granted. Thank God, he saved Fyodor Dostoevsky. “Notes from Underground” was my first Dostoevsky book, short read, about 100 pages, I had never read anything like that in my life. It is psychological, reflective, honest, self-aware and conscious. “Notes from Underground” is brilliant! The Underground man is pitiful, weak, spiteful and pathetic. He wants to avenge himself against a man who wronged him but he is too cowardly. Dostoevsky doesn’t sugarcoat the human condition, life is suffering and difficult and we are all going to die. The storyworld and tone is dark and filled with insecurities. We get into the head of the underground man and he is pathetic, weak and flawed. I initially thought “Crime and Punishment” was the greatest book in the history of humanity. I couldn’t put it down, I loved it, it thoroughly satisfied me. “Wow” was the last thing I said after I finished the book. Then I read “The Brothers Karamazov” – I don’t think there’s a book in existence or in human history that’s better or on par with “The Brothers Karamazov”. It explores religion, atheism, love, patricide and murder. There’s also the fact that Dostoevsky is a master storyteller and unbelievable writer. I strongly believe “The Brothers Karamazov” is the greatest book of all time. His other books “The Idiot” and “Demons” are great, they all get full stars. In fact if you made a case about one of them being better, no one would argue, it’s perspective, besides all his books are masterpieces. The original psychologist, philosopher, a master of human nature and just a literary genius! He set the bar too high, his work is too great, he helped me see life differently, has inspired me so much and ruined literature for me. But I am hopeful, there has to be someone who can rival Dostoevsky.

Haters IV: Idiot, mutt

Haters IV: Idiot, mutt.

Better haters please, I am still here, confidence bulletproof, they took shots but no holes and you can see the proof. Improved effort, better than the last batch of haters. I extend my congratulations, this time I saw the manipulation tactics, gaslighting, labeling, smear campaigns, the blatant lies, all the stuff that usually works, but you dealing with the great man here. Better haters please, you can’t get me to react. Tantrums and blowing like a blowfish won’t get me to react. All that hot air gets you carried away, floating, soaring out of control. Labels? Who you trying to control? Damn! Just when you thought you had all the answers, I changed the questions. Idiot, mutt, what did you do? Why would I listen to you? Better haters please, the last batch was predictable. Moves transparent and textbook but you dangerous and unpredictable? Walked away without a scratch but we were at war? Figured I was in trouble when you said you were going to go raw?

Really? Come on! No! Try harder.

Better haters please, better haters please, KWAAL and jealously only reflects back like a mirror, you thought you were pointing at me but 3 fingers were pointing at ya. Idiot, mutt, you hanged yourself with your own rope. Better haters please, better haters please, the last batch were prideful and weak. Arrogant and smug, they showed all their colors, I didn’t have to do a thing! Better haters please, the last batch couldn’t do anything, I am getting stronger. It’s like their negativity fuels me, I am getting stronger! Idiot, mutt, I never needed you, I don’t need your stuff, I am content with mine, if we gotta split our labor, we’ll do it in a way that’s fine. Still no favors, you get what’s yours and I get what’s mine. Better haters please, the last batch were out of control, emotionally illiterate, sophistication please, so I can at least win a debate. Idiot, mutt, the last word isn’t the last judgment. Better haters please, better haters please, I crushed these ones just like I did the other ones. They were not on my level, I didn’t even have to do much, If you don’t have haters you ain’t doing much, if I were overzealous with the trigger it would be a bit much, but it’s a mass suicide, for death, lunch. Idiot, mutt, I am bored.

Stop killing yourself! Give me something to do!

Better haters please, let’s get in somebody who will really keep me engaged. Idiot, mutt, would you dare come up against me? This I guarantee, I’ll crush you! Better haters please, better haters please, just for practice, I love my haters, they are my vocation. Idiot, mutt, make my day.

POWER II

POWER II

What did I learn about power from Game of Thrones, Game of Power? You can’t rule without love, fear or wealth. Love influences and can mobilize people to get them to do what you want. Fear involves repercussions and punishment, an effective way to rule because if you don’t do what I ask of you I’ll take your head off your shoulders and put it on a spike. Wealth incentivies and rewards playing on our greed and our primal desires, do this for me and you’ll get all the gold you’ll ever need in your lifetime. But beware, a man that can be bought with gold will betray you for a bigger bag of gold. Better align yourself with loyal servants who have character and good morality. Even that’s not enough because they can turn on you if it serves their best interests. As a general rule, blood is thicker than water, ensure the bloodline is protected and make provisions for the offspring, this will grow the family name and keep the power within. No outsiders, your seed marries my seed and my seed marries your seed, that’s how you keep the power concentrated. Power, depend upon your own arms. Power, avoid committing to anybody, stay formless like water, but if you have to choose, go with the option that furthers your goals. Power, to attain it, you need to get your hands dirty, make a bold statement, cross the line, decapitate heads, put them on spikes, flay your enemies, conquer nations, make civilians your slaves and keep them dependent on you, no weakness poeticize your reign. Power is power, morality and ethics aren’t attached to it, if you have incriminating information on me and I am higher on the spectrum, I can just have your life and avoid the leak. Power, being a goody two-shoes will only get you in a body bag, you’re soft, you’re weak, you’re not willing to do what it takes. Power is about manipulation and self-preservation, no one attains power with the aim of relinquishing it one day, you have a little power to get more, your appetite never gets quenched. Power involves war and war is about men fighting and dying. That’s all that war is, a good general is the one who has mastered the art of dying because death comes for everyone, if you can embrace your fate then all the better, you’ll scale right to the top. Power, you need to crush your enemy completely, show no mercy, you don’t attack to maim because the enemy will get better and come at you with everything’s his got, no showboating, stick to the task at hand, celebrate when the body is cold. Power is deception, make the enemy think you are strong when you are weak and weak when you are strong, never show your true hand. Let them think they are ahead and then counter with a flanking maneuver to catch them off guard. Power, make your enemy see what they want to see, use smokescreens and theatricalies to make yourself elusive and attack when they least expect it. Power, find your enemy’s weak points and weaknesses, infiltrate using spies and double-agents, don’t be a fortress, isolation is dangerous. Power, what you have conquered, conquers you, it’s a double edged sword. Power is political and you need alliances, more men dedicated to your cause will improve your odds of victory. Power, even king’s get slaughtered like sheep, there is no blueprint because we all succumb to our mortal decaying bodies. Power, it hates a vacuum, when a reign ends another succeeds it immediately. Power, it’s all a game, it’s not fair, it’s not pretty, it’s in different, it just is. Power, because the whole world is a power struggle, that’s what Darwin meant when he stated survival of the fittest. Power, it is what we humans do best, beating you into submission makes me your master, I own you, you are my bitch now. Power, ever wonder why ruthless manipulative monsters are on top? Now you know – POWER!

Master Manipulator

Master Manipulator

If you can’t detect a master manipulator you are in a deep pit. Cause the boss is the one who screams out to the whole world that he’s in charge, right? Please. Let’s fight, let’s beef, cause I ain’t gonna take your bullshit, master manipulator, trying to direct my reality like you’re Speilberg. What is this Jurassic Park? You ain’t get the part, not even an extra nor a minor, your efforts to dictate this picture are infantile like a minor, throwing tantrums and causing scenes cause deep down you’re just a minor. Maybe you need a little reminder, on who’s running this show. Lines blurred out cause they were written on the snow? Playing the victim and the emotional blackmail, what am I slow? Guilt tripping and love bombing to enhance the flow. Come on, that’s a no. I see you even when you Ghosting like Casper, I am a Ghost Buster. Gaslighting won’t give you lustre, you could never be my master, cause you a copy-head, copying and pasting your projections on anyone you don’t want to get ahead. Master manipulator, controlling all the cards, using fake moralization to control the nation, then separate your target, that’s called isolation. Master manipulator, let’s beef, let’s fight, I can’t stand your mere sight. Your mannerisms offend me and your chunks are hard to bite. I’d like to spit on your face for mere spite. You’re a liar, you lack empathy and nothing you do is ever right. Master manipulator, serial gaslighter, puppet master like Gepetto, triangulating the situation so you can remain on top, going over the limit and never having the decency to stop, please cut off the strings so I can be a real boy like Pinocchio.

I choose antakalipa

I choose antakalipa

I know aligning and associating with me is difficult. I represent everything repressed and unconscious. I am vulgar, explicit and at times offensive. My words have a lot of salt and can cut deep. It’s my sense of humor, it’s all wrong and I put bad guys on a pedestal. I understand why the industry recoils, I understand why anybody would  recoil. I challenge and dare you to look! I represent humanity’s darkside and repressions. Let’s be real, if I had a prominent seat I’d probably get cancelled. Oh yes, I am the cancelled type. Regardless, it’s my perspective and these are the stories I want to tell. I don’t want to be cool, I don’t want to be anyone’s role model, I just want to be. For me being the consciousness of culture entails telling stories in my own voice even if it makes people uncomfortable, angry or otherwise. So I am at a crossroads, try to appease the industry and hope they will accept me despite the fact that I am a long shot or carry on being the controversial, undesirable “antakalipa”. I really like “antakalipa”. I am going to choose “antakalipa” – consciously. It’s okay, the industry can turn their backs on me, I understand. Maybe I won’t be rich, maybe I won’t collaborate with industry greats, maybe I won’t get the resources, maybe I will be shunned, maybe I won’t amount to much, but I will tell my stories, I will share my perspective. I choose me and my controversial take. I choose antakalipa. I am already a long shot, I am already an underdog, I came this far, I have to carry on, I bet on myself despite everything, even if it prolongs the journey, even if I don’t succeed, I choose antakalipa. Love me or leave me alone, I am not changing for anybody. Don’t do me any favors, you can leave if you want to. I choose antakalipa.

Daddy Issues

Daddy Issues

She’s got daddy issues, she’s eager to please. Her daddy left when she was young and she has never been at peace. No masculine figure in her life, she sucks dick to appease. Rumor has it she blew the whole squad, got her on all fours like a quad. Insecure, void and empty, always looking for something to fill her, hard and phallic it fills her. Every man looking to fuck her, slut shame her. A pornstar in the making, her pubs are already trending, legs in the air but her confidence descending. That’s why she’s promiscuous cause every boy is an opportunity to get close to someone, she wants to be loved by someone, the attention validates her, it feels like she matters, reality sucks and confidence in tatters. So she’ll do whatever you like to please you, the pussy she will lease you, for free and include videos, knowing they will leak, her nudes are making rounds and are close to peak. Her self-worth is all yours to keep. She’s got daddy issues, I could get her to drop her panties and wrap her legs around my waist. Cum on her face or use protection to excrete the waste. A bit unstable, should come with a label. So easy and gullible, she thinks she’s unlovable, calls every man daddy. Men use her as a caddy, to store their seeds inside, only to contaminate the can and abandon the mission like a ban. She’s got daddy issues, easy to get her in the sack. Missionary style or blow out her back. Fuck her out in the deck, so everyone can see, issues deeper than a shipwreck at sea. She’s got daddy issues, her life is sad, you’ll need a tissue. All the men in her life are disappointments, the world is cold with no one to kiss you.

Dahmer

Dahmer

Monsters lurk everywhere in the world and it’s hard to spot them. They have learned to camouflage themselves in the darkness, it engulfs and consumes them, blackening their souls turning them into shadows. Analytical Psychologist Carl Jung explains that human beings carry within themselves both elements of the good and bad, that we are both angels and demons, sick, demented, evil, dark, spoiled. Because we live in a world where we have to co-exist to survive, we surpress these undesirable qualities relegating them into the shadows. Unchecked the shadow can grow to consume our personality and rule our subconscious minds enabling us to act unconsciously. Our shadows can turn us into psychopaths who lack empathy and thrive on destruction. The shadow can enable the individual to be narcissistic, egoistic and maniacal. Shedding a light on our dark sides helps in controlling the shadow. Acknowledging you have a dark side keeps the shadow at bay. Life is a balance of both the good and bad, of the light and the darkness. We are both polar extremes of the same spectrum. You are a killer and a murderer, human nature says you are. You might find pleasure in murdering your brother in cold blood. Cain certainly did when he murdered his brother Able to spite God. The murder was premeditated, he felt no remorse, the action liberated him. I know I am bad, I am capable of savagery and genocide. I may even take pleasure in torturing and tormenting you to appease my dark side. Your suffering might even give me comfort. Am I another Jeffrey Dahmer? Would I drug you, strangle you to death, masterbate over your body, have sex with your unconscious body, dissect and sever your body parts, skin the flesh from your bones, cook and eat your body parts for dinner? The capacity for evil in a human being is unfathomable. Maybe I am not familiar with my own darkness. I don’t know what I might do to you in the right circumstances. The story of Jeffrey Dahmer haunts me because he did it time and time again. A serial killer with a death toll of 17. No one was safe, from boys aged 14 to adults aged 33. He butchered his victims, cut off their limbs, drilled holes in their skulls and injected hydrochloric acid, severed their heads and preserved them in the refrigerator, inserted the bones in the oven to burn them and then crushed them with his sledgehammer, he cut his victims into pieces and then boiled them, he cooked his victims and he ate them, he ate them! He used acid and other chemicals to burn the skin of his victims skulls to preserve them. He bleached the skulls and if they were too weak he pulverized them, some he kept and used when he was masterbating. He felt no remorse, it was a compulsion for him, he was conscious of his actions, he knew what he was doing, he wasn’t crazy or diagnosed with some sort of mental illness, he consciously experimented with his victims bodies in his own words to create zombies, he loved doing it, it was his vocation. I don’t want to believe that I am as wicked and evil as Dahmer but I know it’s possible. To deny this is to repress my own darkness and wickedness. To know I am capable of such darkness frightens me. I hope Jung and Freud have an answer for somebody like Dahmer. Maybe it is the ID out of control. Sigmund Freud explained that the ID is the seat of both the repressed material and the drives, to which had been added to the unconscious fantasies and unconscious feelings, notably guilt feelings. Expanding on this idea, Freud states that the mind is divided into 3; into what we call the ID, Ego and the Superego. The Superego is the watchful, judging, punishing agency in the individual. The ID is self-gratifying and amoral and the Ego is the middle ground of the two and strives to be moral. I don’t think Freud and Jung would understand an individual quite as complicated as Dahmer, to try and understand somebody like Dahmer is impossible. I mean he seduced and lured his victims to his place, drugged them, killed them, cut them and sat with the stench of their decomposing bodies. The smell was second nature to him. Sometimes psychology is not enough, perhaps this is a genetic thing, maybe his the exception in the family tree. When he was finally caught he didn’t resist, he was compliant and told the whole truth, every horrific detail, where he hid body parts, how many he had killed, the hearts, biceps, legs he ate, when the killing spree commenced – everything. He knew what he had done was evil and he asked for the death penalty that was not granted because it was banned in his State. He was accepting of who he was, he was not bothered, he was not haunted by ghosts and demons, he was not remorseful, he even had fans who corresponded with him in jail, fans who projected onto him their undesirable feelings, desires and fantasies and he reciprocated back that energy. Jeffrey Dahmer is your definitive example of a monster, he scares me. Maybe I am just scared of myself.