The Gospel of Mary reminds us that the whole of life (or at least those deep intensities that we would consider the true substance of the human being and the cosmos) is ultimately literary - a massive multi-faceted, multi-dimensional imaginary narrative structure that subsumes our entire being where we become these interwoven grafts on a great cosmic story that is being played on a loop.
It is within this “realm of image and representation that is just as ontologically real as the world of sense and intellect.” And this is something we often forget certainly at our own peril…
This undefinable space that Leloup calls the “imaginal” doesn’t suggest a break with the senses or rationality, but remains suspended between them in a great cosmic immensity that represents the lone portal of transcendence, the “fertile void” where one may endeavor towards “the finest point of the soul” (“nous”).
We aren’t partitioned off into physical, spiritual, and emotional components, we are an admixture of deeply felt, nuanced realities and searing sensualities that abide by no categorical imperatives despite the contemporary emphasis on the taxonomic ordering of inner and outer life - spiritually destitute for the simple reason that expert opinion equates us with a pile of laundry that needs sorting.
It is by engaging with and being driven by this vast intermediate space between thought and empiricism, we can become more fully human, an “Anthropos” according to Greek thought.
And this is where we get it wrong - the knowledge we pursue is fraudulent and deceptive.
Truth is best understood as the counterpole to sin - it is the guarantor of freedom whereas sin is the mark of the slave. Sins are “the aspects that can cloud vision and energy” while also occupying the only metaphysical space where the corresponding virtues can exist and be practiced.
This isn’t compatible with the modern use of freedom - a kind of limitless way of being that recommends dissolution and rupture combined with some form of egoistic surplus. It is sin that actually alienates us from our freedom because freedom is actually found within limits where we are able to truly recognize ourselves and attain a solidified form and identity:
“Our goal is to keep going beyond that which confines and imprisons - yet which can never contain us - toward a sublime opening of the psyche or soul, which in the very act of accepting its limits, connects with a dimension death cannot define.”
We are imprisoned within our own selves, images and projections that are misapprehensions of who we really are and that therefore inhibit the unmasking of the authentic soul, whose dimensions are impenetrable to one who is myopic and disoriented by false desires generated out of a socio-cultural trough of slop that we mistake for reality. It is this “taking yourself for what you are not, identifying yourself with an image” that proves disastrous for the gradual attainment of consciousness.
And it is only by emptying ourselves of these fallacies and illusions that “God cannot help but come into you. Unfortunately, in those who are full of themselves, there is no place for the other. If you leave, God can enter.”
When God enters, capacity for authentic love enters, not a bastardized version of love gilded with glamour and fluff or the fleeting romantic intensity we often fetishize and sacralize. “It is actually precisely at those moments when this “in love” feeling is gone that only the truth of love can enable us to really choose love. This choice is also the real meaning of faithfulness.”
It is real love when we arrive at the point that we offer recognition to the complexity of the other, the deep crevices of the self, both the darkness and the light, that are indelibly interwoven within a person’s constitution - the holistic whole of the beloved will always inevitably bear down on the one who loves.
We truly do carry one another, only arriving at the point where virtue can be practiced when we are met with the burdensome element of another’s spirit. We are made to love, desire, and revere the physical, incarnate self of the one’s we love, but we are also keepers of their whole soul - an undulating reservoir of deep chasms and commanding peaks that forge into a manifest synthesis.
It is, after all, really just a way of seeing rather than possessing that defines real love. Consciousness is entirely dependent on altering our perceptions of the self and others because “we become what we love, and we become what we know.” Knowledge, therefore, is integral to seeing as we should see. It makes knowing/seeing the fundamental actuating principle of life, of becoming the whole person that is burrowed within us.