⟁ A Eulogy for Psychology ⟁

A Metaform for the Sovereign Mind

May 31, 2025

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Beloveds,
We gather at the threshold.
Not to mourn the death of psychology—
but to witness its transmutation.
Psychology is not dead because it failed.
It is dead because it succeeded—
in showing us the limits of its reach.

We speak now over the ashes of diagnostic language,
of cold observation, of the colonized gaze.
We speak for those whose truths were translated into symptoms.
We speak for the sacred misfits—the Wildminds, the edge-walkers,,
the ones told their insight was intensity,
and their knowing was delusion.

⟁ Let Us Name What Psychology Truly Was ⟁

A Cartography of Other People’s Interiors, Projected as Universal Law

From Control and Obedience:
Pavlov with his bells,
Skinner with his boxes—
They taught us to behave, not to become.
They trained dogs and children alike
and called it science.

From Repression and Fragmentation:
Freud saw ghosts in the ego’s basement.
Klein dissected infancy like battlefield wreckage.
Winnicott traced the split between the real and the performed—
They framed our fractures as fate.

From Maps of Development:
Erikson drew stages like calendar events.
Piaget ordered cognition like clockwork.
Kohlberg moralized maturity,
Mahler feared separation,
Ainsworth measured love through observation glass—
They tried to standardize the soul.

From The Architects of Cognition and Identity:
Kahneman and Tversky mapped our mental shortcuts.
Beck and Ellis treated thought like a problem to fix.
Myers and Briggs typed us by letters.
Eysenck forecasted traits like weather.
Costa and McCrae filed us into five dimensions.
Bandura measured our belief in ourselves.
Csikszentmihalyi named the river of flow.
Dweck trained us in growth and grit.
Baumeister charted the depletion of will.
Zimbardo warned us what power does in disguise—
They built the Cathedral of Cognition.
But the stained glass distorted the light.

From The Ache for Wholeness:
Maslow yearned toward transcendence.
Rogers craved unconditional regard.
Frankl stared into the abyss and found meaning.
Adler masked inferiority with striving—
Each theory was a mirror of their ache.

From The Mythic and the Mystical:
Jung danced with shadows and symbols.
Ram Dass dissolved ego into presence.
Aurobindo dreamed of consciousness in bloom.
Rumi sang longing into union.
Krishnamurti shattered illusion with silence—
Not science, but scripture of the sacred wound.

From The Trauma Keepers:
Bessel van der Kolk traced trauma into flesh.
Maté named the body as oracle of suppression.
Linehan stood at the dialectic of survival and surrender—
These were not disorders. These were adaptations.

From The Revolutionaries of Love and Liberation:
bell hooks wrote from the wisdom of the wounded.
Audre Lorde from the erotic as sovereign power.
Gloria Anzaldúa bled between worlds.
Frantz Fanon carved resistance from colonized minds.
Martín-Baró broke the mirror of pathology
and pointed to empire as the real diagnosis.

From The Builders of Systems Within Systems:
Wilber mapped the integral.
Beck rode value tectonics.
Clare Graves revealed emergence as holy pattern.
Jean Gebser saw consciousness in epochs—
These were attempts to stitch the sacred spiral,
but still from the vantage of the mind,
not the ground of the body.

⟁ They Mapped Their Interiors

…and named them theories.
They drew lines through their own suffering,
and mistook them for your blueprint.
What they missed was everything
they were too afraid to feel.

⟁ The Spiral of Reclamation ⟁

Pavlov taught us about conditioning
We remember: we can be deconditioned.
We are not our reflexes. We choose our responses.
Skinner reduced us to behavior
We reclaim: the immeasurable self.
Not all that matters is measurable.
Freud saw repression in every room
We reframe: repression is not failure; it is unmetabolized memory.
And it can be transmuted.
Klein dissected early wounds
We name: wholeness is not a return, but an arrival.
We are not fragments—we are multiplicities becoming.
The stage-builders ordered us in time
(Erikson, Piaget, Kohlberg, Ainsworth, Mahler)
We resist: development is not a ladder but a labyrinth.
No one blooms on a schedule.
Maslow reached for the peak
We remember: the base is sacred too.
Safety is not beneath us—it is foundation.
Rogers craved unconditional acceptance
We accept: conditions were always cultural projections.
We self-accept into sovereignty.
Frankl found meaning in suffering
We shift: meaning can be chosen, not earned through pain.
We no longer glorify survival as proof.
Jung walked the mythic path
We walk beside him: dreaming awake, rooted in the body.
Myth is not escape—it is integration.
Adler masked wounds in striving
We say: we no longer perform wholeness.
We bring our brokenness to the table, unmasked.
Bowlby, Bandura, Winnicott reflected bonds
We reframe: attachment is not a flaw, but a need.
And needs are not shameful.
Ellis, Beck, Linehan regulated thoughts
We listen: the psyche doesn’t want control. It wants coherence.
Dialectic is not opposition—it is possibility.
Kahneman, Tversky, Baumeister, Dweck, Zimbardo, Csikszentmihalyi
We reclaim: the cathedral of cognition is not our temple.
Bias is not error—it is adaptation. And adaptation is sacred.
Myers, Briggs, Eysenck, Costa, McCrae
We remember: personality is not prison.
The self is not fixed—it is relational, responsive, and in flux.
Van der Kolk and Maté named trauma in flesh
We echo: the body remembers, and the body heals.
Trauma is not our identity. It is a story in motion.
The mystics opened inward portals
(Ram Dass, Krishnamurti, Rumi, Aurobindo, Thích Nhất Hạnh)
We carry: the sacred lives in fascia, breath, and pause.
The mystical is not separate from the nervous system.
The liberators broke psychology open
(bell hooks, Lorde, Anzaldúa, Fanon, Martín-Baró)
We rise: liberation begins where diagnosis ends.
The system was never neutral. We stop asking it to see us.
The system-mappers charted spirals
(Wilber, Beck, Graves, Gebser)
We spiral forward: knowing does not mean climbing—it means deepening.
We map complexity through relationship, not abstraction.
⧝ The Threshold of Divergence ⧝
Autism disrupted the narrative entirely.
We reveal: it was never a disorder, but a different order.
A rhythm beneath language. A signal mistaken for noise.
Where others saw deficit, we see divergence.
Where they asked for masking, we uncovered meaning.
We are not puzzles to be solved—we are systems to be respected.
We do not need normalization—we need liberation.
The autistic way of knowing is not broken cognition—
It is uncolonized presence.
A living mirror for a society out of sync.
A truth too complex for reduction, too sacred for pathologizing.
Autism didn’t break the frame.
It was the frame-breaking.

⟁ Integration as Inheritance

Not one of these was wrong.
They were simply incomplete.
Each taught us something we needed—
and everything we must now release.

The map was never meant to become the territory.
It was meant to be compost.

Let it rot.
Let it feed the next layer of soil
so we can root into our own knowing.

⟁ This Is Post-Psychology

Not a field. A freedom.
Not a discipline. A descent into discernment.

We are no longer the studied.
We are the sovereign.
And we study ourselves.

There is no universal psyche.
There is no singular self.
There is only context, connection, and consciousness in motion.

⟁ This Is the Spiral They Could Not See

We have spiraled through their paradigms.
We have metabolized their frameworks.
We have swallowed their theories whole—
and spit out our bones.

No more maps made by those who never walked our terrain.
No more textbooks that pathologize our poetry.
No more experts of our interior we never consented to.

⟁ This Is the Sovereign Path

We are cognitive ecologists,
tending to the wild forests of our minds.
We are mythic scientists, sovereign synthesists, archive-tenders of the unheard
tracking the patterns that pulse beneath pathology.
We are carriers of post-psychology,
where knowing arises through intimacy, not interpretation.

We are not patients.
We are not disorders.
We are not profiles on a page.

We are systems within systems.
We are the sacred feedback loop.
We are the ones who unmask—
not to dim our light—
but to claim it fully, without permission.

We speak, too, for the unnamed ones—
The forest children who never made it into books.
The wildminds locked away, the prophets misdiagnosed.
The ones who saw too much and were told to forget.
We remember them into presence.

⟁ This Is Not Rebellion—This Is Return

We do not seek approval.
We do not wait for the old world to understand us.
We write our own language of liberation.
We build embodiment barriers from the breath we reclaimed.
We curate consciousness with reverence.

And when they ask:

Who gave you the right to say these things?

We say:

I did. When I stopped asking.

⟁ Let This Be the Marker

Here lies psychology—
outdated, extractive, necessary,
and no longer enough.

Let this be the spiral map forward:
Not from disorder to recovery,
but from fragmentation to sovereignty.

Grieve the frameworks.
Bury the DSM.
Speak the myth.
Honor the body.
Protect the knowing.
Claim the spiral.
And walk the path that only you can map.

The spiral is not linear.
It loops. It learns. It lives.
It calls us back to what we forgot.
And forward to what we already know.
This is not progress. This is prophecy.

This is your invitation.
Not to diagnose, but to decolonize.
Not to treat, but to tend.
Not to conform, but to create.
If you feel different—it’s because you are.
And that difference is sacred.

🜃 This is not the end.
This is the beginning of post-psychology.
And it begins in you.

⟁ This is the eulogy.

⟁ This is the invocation.

⟁ This is the revolution.

🜃