The primary urge: seeking familiarity

dank's picture

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Through some technique I tried to return to my being in the first weeks or months after birth.

Unexpectedly, it worked. I returned to primordial parts of my life which I had been sure I had no recollection nor could have. It was very vivid and strong.

I had a total feeling of bliss beyond an imaginable level. There were of course no words, no thoughts but still same sense of being which I call "I". It was so tranquil and happy and devoid of worries and fears.

What shocked me was that there was only one urge: not for eating, not for defecating, not survival, not sexual. The only basic urge that was there was for FAMILIAR SHAPES. I was celebrating with great happiness once a familiar object was placed in my vision, mostly and especially the faces of my parents.

Has anyone else had the same experience regarding the urge for familiarity? I mean in the very basic instinctive sense.

Is it possible that familiarity is is the primordial urge and not the sexual libido (Freud) or survival or urge for happiness?

Gilana's picture

Now, That's Profound!

You have come to an intensely vibrant truth. The urge we have to find our self, to be able to identify it, to see it rather than to just know it is there. "Familiarity" as you put it is just the recognition of self. The faces of the parents personify aspects of the self--make them real, explorable, identifiable, knowable.

The Ancient Greek aphorism "Know thyself", Greek: γνῶθι σεαυτόν gnōthi seauton, was inscribed in the pronaos (forecourt) of the Temple of Apollo at Delphi - according to the Greek periegetic (travelogue) writer Pausanias (10.24.1).

Is it not possible that this is the urge that motivated creation?

Gilana | Sun, 03/21/2010 - 15:35
dank's picture

I think you have a point

I'm careful not to make any analysis exterior to the experience itself because it was so strong, vivid and clear.

But there happens to be some great insight in your words. I felt during the experience that there is some of myself in the objects. I couldn't understand it clearly, I couldn't tell myself what it is exactly. The familiar objects were part of me in some way.

I remember now that there was some post here long time ago describing a similar feeling. I will try to locate it - found it, see the comment there:

dank | Sun, 03/21/2010 - 20:37