I am in “transference” with the war

When the countdown of the fifth hundred days of war began.

When they began mobilizing your friends, who are long over forty and, who, not shying away from summonses, say: “We must go, because who else but us”.

When your head has had enough of pain, your heart has cried enough without a voice, your soul has despaired enough, battling between conscience and responsibility, hating the human and the primitive…

When, humbled, one has entered the state of a man of war – then one must be honest with oneself and frankly declare – I am in “transference” with the war.

A little about transference.

The phenomenon of “transference” is rather narrow, but fundamental to analytic practice. It was stated by Freud and pointed out that the achievement and deciphering of transference is probably the major achievement of the analysis of the client. Defending the position that transference is an achievement of the analyst, and only possible within the analytic session, Freud decisively demonstrated one important truth, that transference, as an entity of the unconscious world of the human psyche, exists.

Its essence is complex and profound.

It is in the transference that one person’s psyche seduces another person’s psyche. Towards what? Towards the attainment of one’s own ends. In doing so, a terrible thing happens. The one who has the goal seduces the one who is to realize it, at the same time ascribing the goal to him. It seems like nothing. That is how the world works. Whoever wants it, finds someone who will do it.

However, there is a big hidden catch in transference.

The result from the goal is enjoyed by only one person – the one who created the goal and seduced, not the one who achieved the goal. This is a serious act of violence by one person against another. Moreover, the other person will never realize that it was done to him. And when he is “dumped” into the scrapheap of relationships, like used material, down into the void of his own activity, he probably will, but for the most part – no, he will not understand. For he will remain “raped” by another’s seduction, by another’s desire, by another’s goals that he realized and by another’s enjoyment of what he got, because it was all taken away from him.

Transference is a terrible thing. It does not matter where or with whom. The scary thing is that by realizing someone else’s life, you leave your own life in the dump of your own unconscious.

But the ultimate act of the transference drama is not that it exists in the analytic and enables the client to get rid of the enjoyment of his own childhood experience. For it is the child who is forced to realize the alien, not intrinsic to his nature. The drama of transference is that it pervades all the emotional relationships of those using transference. Because it can only be realized in a relationship of love. But one must always remember that love is different.

Ultimately, after this excursion into the content of the concepts, it is not difficult to understand why I am in transference with war.

The first and most important point is that Muscovite ideology has developed a unique raison d’être – the liberation of Ukrainians from Ukrainians. These ideologies are not new to them. They have always used and are now using exactly this tactic of action. Ichkeria, Transnistria, Georgia, Syria, Yugoslavia are all places where this ideology embodied the main thing – genocide. Because those who now call themselves Russians know nothing about the art of war. Thus, the Russians implemented the basis of this ideology – genocide, in which Ukrainians should kill their own only for other ideological beliefs – in a terrorist operation.

The use of tactics of suggestion and persuasion through the information space, especially intensively since 2014, has destroyed a certain part of Ukrainians, or rather their consciousness. This gave grounds to introduce the need to protect them from their dissenting fellow citizens. In this way, the Muscovites prepared the way for their invasion.

But the trouble is that those who do not have time to watch TV and participate in the expensive parties of Rashkin’s henchmen did not understand why this scum came on 24.02.2022. I was among this group of people. I did not understand why they came and what they wanted.

At this point, I held myself together. But I fell into hatred and contempt in another place – the place where civilian Ukrainians and prisoners of war were raped, killed, castrated. In this place, I stood at the abyss of war and looked into it not with my mind, but with my heart. This is the place of transference – my helplessness in the face of the massacre that is destroying my fellow citizens, and my powerlessness.

It is the inability to change the situation, to correct its consequences, its escalation and extermination of people, without any fear of retribution – all this makes me only angry, hateful and crying but not act!

The trouble is that it is impossible to get out of the transference. It will end only when the first Boeing flies over the skies of Ukraine and testifies that we, hearing its roar high in the sky and seeing its traces in the blue of heaven, are still alive.