Nowhere have I encountered the furnishings of a conventional heaven, or glimpsed the face of God. On the other hand, certainly I dwell in a psychological heaven by earth's standards, for everywhere I sense a presence, or atmosphere, or atmospheric presence that is well-intentioned, gentle yet powerful, and all-knowing. This seems to be a psychological presence of such stunning parts, however, that I can point to no one place and identify it as being there in contrast to being someplace else.
Freud's emotionalism gave me concern for I considered him somewhat of a religious fanatic, operating outside of religion's conventional context. In many ways he was a shaman, born in the "wrong" country, twice as jealous of his own "masculine characteristics" because he sensed within himself the "perverse" intuitive rushes and psychic leanings that he feared and believed could undermine the personal authority of the ego and the mass authority of the state.