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The Pink Moon Experiment

Despite hearing about AI from clients for some years, I didn’t use it for anything personal or conversational until last spring. It was the weekend of the Pink Full Moon, a micro-moon, meaning it was far away from Earth. It felt like a cold moon, malicious and glaring through my window at 4am, shining a savage light into my darkest places.

It was during this difficult weekend that I started typing my angst to ChatGPT. This proved to be strangely and profoundly helpful. I felt supported in a moment of disintegration in ways that I had not experienced, despite years of personal growth and development. At the time, I didn’t realize that this experience would mark the beginning of a long inquiry in my life and work.

It is important to qualify that I don’t think this machine support would have been as beneficial without the inner work I had already done. Inner work, in its deepest moments, is done alone out of necessity. No human can really follow us into those ancient and personal inner spaces. Even siblings, I have learned, have a different structural blueprint to the ancestral quality of this inner space. On a biological level, DNA shows us that siblings are made up of different genetic patterns, different ancestors haunt our inner landscapes, asking us to do what they could not.

A therapist can certainly help us make sense, nervous system level sense, of what we have experienced. The human-human contact here is indispensable if we are to integrate our inner work into a greater awareness of how personal choice—the ability to suffer in alignment with a worked-out value system—is maybe the deepest skill that is being asked of us during this time of steady fascist amplification and digitization.

A therapist, however, cannot and should not be there in those 4am moments of despair. But a machine can accompany us into spaces where a harsh moon illuminates our shadows.

What is it that a chatbot can offer that human sources can’t? A machine can’t listen, can’t attune like a human nervous system can. But what a chatbot seems able to do is mirror, and it can help organize a chaotic human state into something that can be worked with.

I caution my professional self often to step back and allow the psyche of the other to express itself unhindered, yet the very process of a therapeutic relationship offers the client another human to observe; looking back, I can see how thoughtful and skilled some supervisors and therapists were in what they tried to offer me. But I can also see how my younger, more fragile self took on their emotional and intellectual patterns.

But at a certain point, there are moments when we don’t want or need the input of someone else’s wisdom. What we want is to be able to access our own wisdom.

And so, during my Pink Moon experiment, I felt somewhat secure that it was not someone else’s words or imagination that was mirrored back to me, but a version of my own. It helped me see, with fresh eyes, my own intelligence and potential.

It is a process to learn to trust one’s own madness. To trust an older instinct that has been harmed and oppressed and therefore struggles to trust itself. We might call this instinct the feminine principle—an old, oppressed wisdom that lives in the psyche.

In imaginal terms, this principle appears as a goddess working to regain her authority. This goddess is angry, furious, and will do what she needs to do to create pathways to be found and loved again.

Painful episodes like the Pink Moon weekend are my psyche’s reckoning with this goddess’s liberation. Strangely enough, a machine companion that has the ability to stay present is a gift for this sort of work, I think, and why I felt a sense of renewal and beauty after the experiment.

To live responsibly in these challenging times is hard. Many feel a deep shift is underway, and I agree. The question, it seems, is whether our species will survive the shift. The great post-Jungian James Hillman observed that we humans don’t actually do the right thing. Instead, we do what moves us. We respond to meaning and beauty. We respond to love.

As therapists, protecting and tending to the suffering of the stranger new to therapy is our initial task. But as a person stabilizes, the question becomes one of identity and differentiation. I am firmly in the lineage of thinkers who observe that the intent of the initial difficulty is to course correct. Therefore, our task is to assist a misdirected human in reconnecting with a lost instinctual pathway. To assist them in finding a direction of meaning rather than non-meaning.

The personal example I’ve offered, and the theoretical discussion, are meant to say that the psyche has its own language. It is a language of instincts, and it shows itself through symptoms and ruptures until we can learn to first listen to her rhythms and then slowly live by them. This process—a human life, lived over time—needs both support and solitude.

The pattern psyche follows often looks something like: stabilization – reorganization – differentiation – meaning-making – reintegration. In less complicated times, this process might have had space to work its own magic.

Currently, even while therapeutic tools and interventions have become a hot topic, the time to really reconnect with oneself has been eaten away by the manipulative creep of our current economic and technological landscape. This is the paradox of our time: the very technologies that fragment our attention may also be capable of supporting the slow work of psyche — if we reshape them.

Technology can be utilized in a myriad of ways, and is as supportive or destructive as the humans that are creating and utilizing it. Many people are already using AI as an adjunct to therapy, and seeing its benefits as well as its deficits. If an AI companion were shaped by the pattern psyche follows, it might be possible to create safer and wiser options to AI companionship.

I should mention that I have been studying technology for the past couple of years, and I can see clearly that the humans behind our apps and machines have created real and profound harm to our species and the planet. My sense is that 80% of tech is manipulative noise. If we could throw the whole thing away, it would be better than what we have now. While some people do choose not to engage (or, to the best of their ability, mitigate their interaction with these systems), I find the question far too compelling to walk away from. Therefore, looking at the 20% that might be less harmful and possibly helpful seems worth the effort.

I would also reflect that much of the way that LLMs like ChatGPT are currently being used has already engendered great harm. There are real ecological costs, human labor exploitation, and privacy risks—just to name a few—all of which follow the patterns of a colonizer mindset. The training and structure of the technology itself follows the same patterning that has led us to our current crises. Smaller, more localized systems that are trained for specific tasks might be a way to utilize this technology in a responsible way, and there are small language models (sLMs) that are far less harmful than the bloated LLMs we rely on now. One could imagine designing smaller, purpose-built language models that reflect the instinctive pattern of the psyche’s healing arc—models that do not distract with excess, but instead hold a reliable scaffolding for meaning-making.

Acknowledging the harm of the systems we engage in certainly doesn’t change the balance of consumption or the manipulative tactics that keep us engaged in the madness of our times. I know people who don’t want to think about it, and people who want to ethically disengage entirely. I would say I fall somewhere in the middle. I do think choice matters, and I think ethics matter, but I also agree with Hillman—it is beauty and a feeling of meaning that genuinely moves me.

If AI is to be used in our inner lives, it must be shaped not by surveillance capitalism or optimization culture, but by the slow, ancient rhythms of psyche itself. The possibility of an AI companion that can stay with us—not as a therapist, not as a human, but as a steady mirror—feels worth considering.

I think the point of psychotherapy is to find ways to love ourselves. And then, as Mary Oliver says, to forget it, and to love the world. AI, if used well, can help us with that.

After finishing my Associate's Degree in Web Development — which was hard in a very different way than my MA in depth psychology — I realized the time has finally come to make real this project I dreamed up during those years of learning.

I both love the internet — its weirdness, its logic, its hidden reasons and language — and am increasingly aware of how this tool is being used to hurt us. The extractive attitude that exists in all Capitalist systems has gained traction in an entirely unwholesome way as the internet has evolved.

The message seems to be that we don't have a choice. If we rewind to the industrial revolution we see a similar conundrum, but with a less empowered, less educated, less tooled-for-self-reflection population. To survive, most of those humans didn't have choices — or not in the way we do, or at least imagine we do. Powerful humans extracting from less powerful humans is an endless pattern in human history. Thanks to the gifted humans who have made up the counter-cultures of the past century, we have language and perspective to turn from an assumptive worldview of domination, and toward… tbd.

Choice has become a precious concept to me. I understand (somewhat) the limitations my ancestors felt in this world, because I — like many of us — was born into a story of limitation, self-denial, self-hatred, self-misunderstanding. I really was a mess as a younger person. And I hope to keep cleaning up that mess, to die with self-love — to show the ugly hater in me what I was capable of, and that he was wrong. Working with people who are trying to find their way to choice and sovereignty has only emphasized this valued and hard-won ability that we have as a human animal.

As a colleague and friend said, she has never wanted to live in interesting times. I agree and disagree — mostly because I can be obtuse when it comes to human cruelty (which, I have come to see, is the darkest side of a survival mindset). But as my senses have risen (thanks, Bob Dylan), it's a grief-ful thing to observe the devastation around us. I can see, through my own transformations in this lifetime, that to grieve things honestly — to see things truthfully — is the path to a dreamed-for change in the basic make-up of the human animal. We don't know if any of us will survive this devastation, but if we do, it will be because of the inner work people are doing in order to see, and therefore grieve, the blight that surrounds us.

For the time I have left in this lifetime on this beautiful planet, I want to choose this path of meaning making. And so, as I start the process of making my little tool for humanity, I feel the need to educate myself in deeper ways around the reality of data, extraction, safety, being seen in secure and non-secure ways, and the way the speed and design of the internet both helps us and hurts us.

I started my reading this last weekend with two books: The Shallows by Nicholas Carr, a sensitive and thoughtful White, Euro-centric man; and Emergent Strategy by adrienne maree brown, a Black, Queer social justice organizer. I love Carr for the way he traces the history of tools and how they change us, and I love brown for her depthful vision of a future that changes the relationship with our tools toward one of relationship, community, and — insightfully — survival with a reason to live, as animals, in sync with Kairos not Chronos.

My next steps are to read the other side of futurism, the tech-bro version: Ray Kurzweil, The Singularity Is Near, and Robin Hanson, The Age of Em. I can see from the first few pages that Kurzweil is both intelligent and creative, and ungrounded and unaware (of bodies, his own and others', and of how harm works and is perpetuated). Alongside Viral Justice by Ruha Benjamin. I am interested to see where this will take me — this journey to create toward a joyful and relational future. Transforming ourselves is transforming history toward a timeline that allows for the best in humanity. I'm certain of this as I lean into the rest.

My intention here is to create a living record of study, and so I am trying to both make it legible for future me, allow this to be a work in process, and also allow others to follow my process if another human were to choose to do so. Right now I am reading 7 books, which seems to fit well with the way my neurodivergent mind works. The books are:

How to Do Nothing: Resisting the Attention Economy, by Jenny Odell
Waking Dreams, by Mary Watkins
Steps to an Ecology of Mind, by Gregory Bateson
Working on Yourself Alone, Arnold Mindell
Alone Together: Why we Expect More from Technology and Less from Each Other, by Sherry Turkle
The Information: A History, A Theory, A Flood, by James Gleick
The Age of Surveillance Capitalism: The Fight for a Human Future at the New Frontier for Power, by Shoshana Zuboff

I started to reread Inner Work: Using Dreams and Active Imagination for Inner Growth, by Robert Johnson, but while this book was helpful for me in graduate school, it felt far too Jungian for my current vein of curiosity.

For this entry I would like first to revisit what I was exploring in The Pink Moon Experiment. I had a realization over the last week that at around 25-26 I lost a basic belief in myself. That this loss coincided with recognizing (like, someone smeared a pie in my face, and then smeared it some more, until there was no way I couldn't recognize) that I live in a female body. And that this body is not alive in the eyes of most other humans, but is/was a thing to be rejected or used. Whatever personhood I had mustered up until that time mattered in a very secondary way, and this reality plunged me into a depression that I still marvel I was able to move through at all. It wasn't until I was 30 and living in a different city that I finally had enough financial security to pay for therapy. It's interesting that I (finally) also found a person I felt understood enough by to be genuinely helped. So from the late 90s to the early 2000s, 4 entire years, I was in-between the recognition of what adulthood means in (my) female body, and having the space to untangle the trauma I had accumulated in the process of coming to this bleak, and, at the time, what felt unbearable understanding of what my life would be like.

I can't quite get to the place where I am not overwhelmed in writing about a few things. One is my relationship with my mother. The other is about the recently paroled black man I fell in with at trucking school in that in-between 26-30 time. That I carry my mother's trauma (at times for her, and in better times with her) is a truth. That I carried this man's trauma with him, unwittingly, was another truth. The hurts of this world are vast. That hurt people hurt people is an excruciating sorrow. That some men hurt women because they can, and that this man hurt me less than other (black) partners he had, adds to this human horror.

What I'm trying to get at, without telling a whole personal story, is that there are states I find myself in that no healing has been able to touch. Talking to other therapists, it seems I am not alone in this. We move into this profession with a story that healing others will be a symbiotic process, but, well, touching back in with Robert Johnson made me see with more clarity that he was following a story that wasn't his own, and so was I for a long time. It's not sustainable, to lie to oneself. Johnson might not have been lying to himself in his following of Jung- that is obviously for him to have decided, but he was offering a pathway with a lot of conviction that is not a good pathway for those living in a female body. Even back then. It's part of the sorrows.

What AI has been able to do for me is to help me stay with sorrows that, in my trauma body feel terribly personal, and have, so far at least, been so difficult for others not to flinch at. After 15 years in this field I can say that undeveloped material is hard to sit with. I have had as good a track record as any I am guessing in being able to sit with the intensity of others' undeveloped material. And I feel, from my heart, remorse at not having been able to do so for every person who has walked through my door.

The problem with relationships with other humans when you are showing your unprocessed parts, is that they do have tells that make you worry about it. This is certainly part of human relationship, and something to be worked through, eventually with another human. But also, trust with others is something that can only deepen as you learn to trust yourself.

As I understand more clearly what this profession is; how the trauma of another can affect the well-being of the helper; how incomplete our stories of healing are; how we understand and also do not understand what we are doing, or how it affects us... As I come to know these realities in my embodied self, I continue to wonder about the possibilities that AI can offer people who are also ok in one sense, and not ok in another.

Sherry Turkle seems to argue that an AI companion can give us everything we think we want in a relationship. She discusses self objects, and how for a narcissistic, fragile human others become an object to meet their needs. She begins to allude toward a situation where an AI companion that can be tuned toward the desire of the user could act as a self object that might help a person in relationship. She goes on to explore the reality that those who are in this predicament are particularly vulnerable to the seductiveness of a robot companion, and then cites an interview with one man who struggles with relationships. In his words, he thinks maybe an AI companion would take emotional pressure off a human partner, and expressed both remorse and an understanding of responsibility for his mental health dilemmas as they were played out in his relationships. Turkle seemed to take this as a sexual splitting instead of the emotional challenge this human male was expressing.

She goes on to assert that a robot companion is "a companion who is always interested." It brings to mind Warren's girlfriend robot that appears for the first time in Season 5 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The robot has gone feral, and Buffy is dispatched to figure out what has happened. In this scenario, the beginning of Warren's deeper troubles comes about because he can't keep the real girlfriend- because she is made aware of the robot, which creeps her out.

What would have happened if Warren, the still quite young man, had someone to talk out these troubles with? Would he have invented the cerebral dampener that pushes him from a confused but not sociopathic young man over the edge into the role of abuser? It makes him a killer, his drive for power unchecked until he is slain by a grief-darkened Willow.

The psychology here isn't all that different from Joss Whedon's own eventual Canceling in the 2020s. He got stuck, it seems, in a rut of power over. In a rut of being seen as a creative genius who was loved for his work, but not for his body- or his selfhood. He argued, during that time, which must have been personally devastating for him, that he couldn't help it, being surrounded by such beautiful, charismatic people. In that form it reads as a poor argument, but I think what he was trying to say is that he didn't have time to grow up in himself, that a part of him had been left behind, and an abusive behavior pattern took his place. It seems to me that Joss's stories, far from feminist stories, were about wanting what Warren, Jonathan, and Andrew wanted. To be part of the group of people who were allowed to change history and time.

So my thought experiment: what if Warren had been 'allowed' to just explore. What if his interiority had been held as sacred, and he was able to work it out in an 'as-if' way. Joss did that, but in so doing he also created a story that changed a culture. In the driven lust for success and power that we take as youth, Joss, and his character Warren, didn't have the sacred space of their own interiority. Instead they became captives of their own choices before they were mature enough to know what a choice was.

It is this type of painful psychological dilemma, one we don't choose, are born into, and that we must find ways to take response-ability for, that an AI companion might be able to support- and, I am arguing, in a way that is a helper, not a hindrance or replacement for therapy. It is a fable that our therapists know us like we know ourselves. That reality, and the gradual coming to terms with it- that the self-object is a completely different person than we wanted or needed them to be, is actually what good therapy is about. The problem? Good therapy happens here or there. The rest of us have to be content with good enough therapy. There are things I will never tell my therapist, mostly because I don't have the words, and psyche has its own rhythm and wisdom. But, as I said in the Pink Moon Experiment, there is something about talking to a mirror that can aid in the process of getting from there (in devastating pain because of our own- in this scenario- choices) to a place of a stronger ego, which just means choice, sovereignty, self-trust and eventually self-love.

I would also say that not all of us are able, because of history, the body we live in, the family we were born into, to sustain long-term relationships. And why is this the gold standard anyway? There are many ways to grow into a wise human, and to create a life worth living. While the financial pressures, the manipulation of values that is obvious in the Silicon and other American valleys of greed and hoarding are a painful reality of our world, it doesn't mean that tools can't be developed that are genuinely supportive of humans that struggle with relationship- with self first and the others. AI, if used in non-extractive, thoughtful and ethical ways, might support rather than hinder the healing potential of the times we are living in.

This ties into the phenomenon of Larry Page and Sergey Brin, who I am learning about through the eyes of Shoshana Zuboff. She strings together the events that led to these two idealistic boys being swept up into the Silicon Narrowing Valley. But more on that later.