Disembodiment is a liminal state, not dead but not really alive, the life of a phantom, a walking dream, without roots or ground.
To be disembodied is to identify with every stray thought and errant mood that comes along, and cling to it, like a drowning man at straws.
It’s an endless struggle to try and make the ends of our experience “meet” to form a coherent whole, or “self.”
To be adrift in a sea of shifting forms with no possibility of connecting to any of them because there is no center to connect from.
“We know who we are. We are the dispossessed, the outcasts, and the
outsiders, rebels with a cause who have upturned the mulch of our dead
lives and seeded those fertile fields with incendiary visions of our
future selves. Having already subverted the norm, we renunciate
dominator culture’s status quo of everything and drift happy
disconnected — babes in the abyss — wavering in the ambiguity fog of
dislocation. Free-floating between old worlds and the new, guided only
by the shining paths of mother evolution. We have passed over, we have
passed the point of no-return and since there is no turning back, we
celebrate the momentum lifting us on the wings of perception, grace, and
whatever skills we have earned from surviving the inevitable
catastrophe of self. Only when we are over, does our real life begin.” —
would you say disembodiment relates to narcisism?
Narcissus was lost in self-image, the image of his own body, which is the lost object. So yes, they are related.
Like the Alli quote.
“We are a phantom flare of grieved desire, the ghostling and phosphoric flicker “