Truth sets us free

Going the extra mile was mandatory when I was an over-helper. It made me feel good. No longer. Years in pastoral care have trained me to do less rather than more. To encourage people to be experts in their own lives, to identify and harness their own sources of power.

But being still is counterintuitive when someone’s in trouble. Hard to stick to when it makes you look lazy or callous. So, thinking again about what going the extra mile means to me is useful.

Jesus of Nazareth is responsible for the original pithy saying. He reckoned that if a Roman soldier expected you to carry their pack for one mile then you ought to offer to carry it for two. Perhaps appealing from a self-sacrificial perspective but I’m not buying that literal reading. After all, Jesus is master of the undercut, comments that slice through superficial dross to lay bare shy truth.

Maybe Jesus was being subversive. For there is a view that Roman soldiers could be punished if they got someone to go further than the required mile. The delicate balance between control of a population whilst waiting for their forced submission to turn into willing co-operation. So, with charm and guile the responsibility is pushed back to the enemy invader.

From that perspective going the extra mile can be a polite, but definite act of resistance to the over-culture of the day and this is how it is for me. And like a good biblical yarn, significant change came about because of a dream.

It was night and I was being kidnapped from my home, led to a car and forced to sit in the driver’s seat. I was blindfolded and expected to drive across America with my kidnappers in the back. I was terrified. As day began to dawn, I plucked up the courage to stop. With great trepidation, I removed the blindfold and turned to face my captors. There was no-one there.

This is the first dream that I took to analysis with Fr John P. Dourley (1936-2018), Catholic priest, emeritus professor of religion and Jungian analyst. Every Friday morning, I would phone John in Canada. We would talk about my dreams and much more. What it meant to be complicit in capture by external forces, organisations, cultures, ideologies and religions. Shades of the biblical narrative.

In this weekly ritual and the many hours preparation for it, I became acutely aware of how separated I’d become from my instinctual life. How that vivid dream was a call from my unconscious to go the extra mile, to explore and push back at what was keeping me captive. To be courageous enough to imagine and write my next chapters forward.

As we worked, I began to be less concerned about external demands. Not so absorbed with outputs or outcomes and remarkably disinterested in saving the world. More resistant, in a polite but firm way to the distractions and contradictions of the over-culture. All of them designed to distract and reel me in to blind captivity.

The Jungian reading I’d done for 20 years began to mix and mingle with theology, faith, family, culture, the biblical text and the stories of Narnia, all powerful influences in my life. The focus was centred on nurturing my psyche, my soul. Creativity and the inner source of authority, the divine within if you will, began to matter most.

When John suddenly died, I was destabilised. In part, because his giftedness with theology, religion and depth psychology had helped me integrate these major themes in my life. I wanted to maintain and grow that. Eventually, I re-established my regular practice with two analysts. One whose focus is dreamwork and the other who helps me find and develop the healing author within.

None of this is straightforward. Clarity tends to be short lived before fog descends again. But somewhere within this ritual practise, or as a result of it, is an increasing sense of the truth setting me free. Healing arrives when I step into that freedom and write, accompanied by my Soul Dog and Spiritual Teacher, Kali the Labrador. ‘Watch her,’ said John, ‘she instinctually knows what to do.’ He was right.


Published in Tui Motu Interislands Issue 257 March 2021

Image: David Edkins from Unsplash @romebaby

2 Replies to “Truth sets us free”

  1. Beautiful reflection as always, Sande. Tess and a weekly dream sharing group she spun off to one of her protégés has kept me growing in a similarly interior path towards wholeness. COVIDtide here in Texas opened that path in it’s pretty complete isolation. Got my first innoculation which brought an immense internal sigh of relief from the burden I had been unaware was larger than I understood with my diabetic vulnerabilities. Similarly, almost a year ago, I took a 20 hr return trip to Brownsville to pick up my new COVID pup, Cherry, who has far higher energy levels than any previous canine companion. She has been my salvation and a lesson in patient repetition in training. She and Tyche, my Calico cat, soothe the loneliness of my soul, teaching me to enjoy the enthusiasms native to my soul. Thanks for your eloquent insight, it is always a blessing and confirmation to my soul.

    1. Thanks Allan and great to hear all the good news, including Cherry the pup!
      Isn’t amazing how animals are salvation in so many ways.
      Strangely enough am in the middle of trying to pen a blog about the snake and salvation ….
      Thinking of you all in Texas from here in Aotearoa.

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