The individuation process itself is not time bound, nor is it linear. I can only write that from experiences, 8 decades of experiences that were embedded at first in every day life, in my specific location, it didn't matter where I was.
To define what I mean by 'embedded' is difficult because I can only recognize a link between my past and whatever was happening 'now' from hindsight. I could write many examples of how some event embedded in every day life was 'abstracted from embeddedness' and used to form a new context but a few terrabytes of 'data' is in that slot. And that content is growing and flowing like a river into which new content falls constantly. But that material can't be united into a coherent kind of 'story' except in my own memory. Its the most private location in the universe. "Like tears in rain", my real life story is embedded in that river of events that happened in my entire life.
My inner content is so different lately, but that's happened a few times in the past. I just feel and experience the world outside my body differently now than I did before I fell 10-1-2012 and fractured my hand. I had a cast for almost 2 months and that was life in a new world to an octogenarian body. I know the next step can change my life now so I'm in a somewhat new mindset: confronting fear directly every minute.
Experience helps deal with that kind of change, its happened a few times almost suddenly but I've read a lot and what I've read that Ira Progoff wrote, has helped me more than any doctor or medicine. Every change is somewhat akin to a peristolic movement, excuse the link to the processes of digestion, but I feel 'moved' closer to the exit with each change, after some time 'in' that new location. Swedenborg has been a sanity anchor but there are many authors who threw me a life raft or even gave me a boat and oars to use to navigate the space 'within' while I tried to live 'normal'.
I've travelled a great distance in my own inner space, and found out the space between my ears encloses a different kind of space but its vast and 'within' is information filled. I didn't know anything about mental space when my attention was switched from the outer world to my own mind. I have foresight, hindsight all of which are blended into a 'now' that contains so much information that I understand what William Blake wrote: " its possible to understand the world in a grain of sand." He didn't use the word 'understand', that's my chosen word to replace his word 'see'. The history of a grain of sand is now included in quantum physics and its almost certain history is in our body.
History is what I see now with this mindset, mostly its patterns, stereotypes that are no longer enough information. But now its my history but also its only the described history, what's been written down and accepted as truth as well as whatever truth has been rejected. Its our work to 'digest' it and re-view as much as possible into a better 'Big Picture'.
Reading what the ancients wrote has forced me to realize there is a hidden vein of activity at work in Time, and 'we' are it. That idea was probably later formed into an awareness of the presence of 'forces' beyond sight, at least normal sight and an Other that Hesiod wrote, told him what is true or what only 'seems' to be true while he tended his flock. That is almost enough information since falsities and truth are what we deal with, a real world and an apparently there 'other' world. where we live 'now'.
Insight is different. Unusual events happen, embedded in normal every day life. Which I didn't have when I reported to work for my job at Boeing in 2-11-85, a day that was not typical at all: I was driving by and suddenly decided to apply for a job at Boeing. That day I asked for an application and was told they were not hiring so I turned to leave. I saw a sign on a wall which I read then turned around and said something to the receptionist. She handed me an application then I left but was hired because of that sign.
I'd had a harsh 5 years, because somehow Mt. St. Helens eruption May 18, 1980 at 8:32 had become a benchmark for changes in my mind and body, but 32 event filled years have scrolled through Time since we erupted.
I was 52 years old then and everyone asked how I got an application, they couldn't get one.( I saw the metal model of the pi symbol that day and I drove a car licensed ETW 651 that day, Extra Terrestrial Woman 651 was not a vanity plate, it just happened to be on the auto when I bought it.)
It was a surprise that I had to join a union and had to give my Social Security Number, I nearly walked out but I joined IAM 751 because I needed a job.
My point is that I was not curious about what the sign said or why it caused me to turn back and say something until several years later, the memory began to lurk about in my mind. In fact I did not think about that event at all until it was retrieved one day into my memory, along with some degree of curiosity about it, so often that I had to think about it. What did the sign say and what had I said that resulted in being employed at such an age as 52? Obviously the memory of that moment is stored in a nambered slot somewhere. I just don't know that nameber myself, but I know it is 'known' and it was accessed often enough to make me curious, then think about and wonder why I was prodded to notice the 'wierdness' of that day.
Other memories have been retrieved specifically that way, memories that I had forgotten and not thought were unusual when they happened until they reoccurred so often I had to wonder about them, and ask my self: 'why now?' My history is where the answer to that question exists. I'd had a very difficult 7 years prior to that day and had to work very hard to do things that had been easy. With hindsight, I can see now that the years between 1975 and 1984 had certain events happen, and they were also embedded in 'normal' so I had to learn how to abstract them, and that happened between 1984 and 1993!
There's no linearity in the mind, the old joke my grandmother repeated so often: "Time is what prevents everything from happening at once." is as profound truth as any philosopher ever wrote.
My inner content is different now, and lately I feel 'like' I'm being given more information about my earliest years, the patterns of my past are the woof and warp of what's happening in my inner content. Its a long stream of events that may include being a grain of sand, or less than that. Dust thou were and to dust thou shall return." Quantum physics again! I see this as story now, told to me in a strange kind of perception of my mind and body, detached from it somehow, yet still 'in' it. Goethe saved my sanity somewhat when I read: "I saw not with the eyes of the body but with the eye of the soul." in Theodore Reiks incredible book: Fragment of a Great Confession. More about him later.