Taoism in Translation.

Meditation, whilst it can be of use in encountering the Unconscious by means of lessening conscious control (or as Jung would call it "cramp"), is essentially a Consciousness-centred activity, born from the essential "dicking around" of very well-integrated Asian men and women who could afford to turn thought (and thus its cessation) into a luxury.

A Westerner hoping to use it for therapeutic purposes can deceive his self by believing it to work. Yet fundamentally the Unconscious Data that surfaces will still be unmanageable until, through a process of integration that, given the Western predicament, must INVOLVE the ego and the intellect, it is made sense of. Until then a split will occur betwixt individual reality and external reality, as the neurotic stumbles through external life but is never able to represent it in a sensible picture. This charade ends when he is "found out" by some one external and must reconcile the interpersonal desire for sense with his own non-sense, i.e. bull shit.

C.G. Jung. (translated by Dmitry Andreyev.)

Dm.A.A.