I would like to believe there is a strong relationship between sleeping time and the hereafter. This is when a dream becomes a waking dream. As when someone who has passed on, remembers your name, and wakes you up to a world that is strange but familiar. Someone walking by sees you and instantly remembers you. This happened last night. This is the second time Dennis Danell has visited me in a dream. I was woken-up in the dream. He saw me as I was driving by and he came close to the car and said, “Hey Holly is that you?” We talked for some time and it felt so good to be near him again. He seemed happy and involved with the life of the dream. Unfortunately later on another friend of his walked into the dream. This changed things and the dream took on darker feelings. Dennis seemed to notice this and politely led me to a door to say goodbye. I reached to give him a hug. I noticed that he had grown. He was now about six-foot four, much taller than the Dizzy I knew. How sweet. It is comforting to know that this place between dreams and the hereafter is a place where friendships live on, it is comforting very comforting!
I am not a big follower of Sigmund Fred but I must admit that he had a great understanding of culture, the unconscious and the shadow. His argument is that when society is given a place of immunity, or a place to play without any moral responsibility, wild things will happen. Jiminy Cricket is not always hanging on one’s shoulder when it comes to the seduction of the dark side. This is in what it is to be a sexual animal that we are with the temptation to ignore any responsibilities that we hold dear to others. This is because we don’t think we will get caught! No one is perfect. My point being it is dirty politics to use this against people in power. Politics, the armhole of power, is a place that I am sure attracts untold stories of seduction. I don’t feel that this should affect the career or performance of a politician or anyone for that matter, for it is a family affair. As a friend told me recently, it takes two to tango.
That is what we usually neglect to do. We allow the images to rise up, and maybe we wonder about them, but that is all. We do not take the trouble to understand them, let alone draw ethical conclusions from them. This stopping-short conjures up the negative effects of the unconscious. It is equally a grave mistake to think that it is enough to gain some understanding of the images and that knowledge can here make a halt. Insight into them must be converted into an ethical obligation. Not to do so it to fall prey to the power principle and this produces dangerous effects which are destructive not only to others but even to the knower. The images of the unconscious place a great responsibility upon a man. Failure to understand them, or a shirking of ethical responsibility, deprives him of his wholeness and imposes a painful fragmentariness of his life.
C.G. Jung: Memories, Dreams, Reflections, Confrontations with the Unconscious Pg. 192-193.
I have worked with the above image for thirteen years. Along with the quote by Jung, I have tried to creatively work with this image… It came twice to me and in different forms. The one to view as part of this essay is the first one. I have researched the image and have a great amount of insight into it. The image is a female presence and is holding something. What my focus is on is the cauldron. A cauldron takes on many mythological meanings. It is not until today that I sense that a name possible can be placed upon this whole figure. Both times I viewed this image I saw it in an in-between place. While looking outside a widow in my apartment, and seeing it reflected in the widow. There was nothing in the apartment or outside to create such an image. This is the place of the void or unknown or the unconscious projecting as an image.The second time I saw a similar female figure but she was holding a smaller caldron and also a large staff. I viewed this image upon the ceiling while visiting a chiropractor for my health.The image was above me and transparently formed as she transfixed my view. From both of these images I created a stencil and printed them on paper.My goal is to listen to the teaching and advice of Jung on this matter. I hold true to the ethical obligation to this image and sharing it as well.I feel an overwhelming creativity happening now. Is it the full moon or the eclipse of Venus that is on my horizon? I think it might be something of Black Moon Lilith. Is she offering this caldron of the archaic feminine to me in understanding the depth within my shadow? My shadow is in the form of this image. Working on acknowledging the shadow in me and in others is something that I hope to understand more deeply… and maybe this image is whispering the way. The now…what a creative time it is!!
This guy is a little googly and new age for my taste … but he is funny and I like what he has to say especially about Black Moon Lilith
“Oh My heart, Oh my heart, shies form the sorrow” ~ Tim Buckley, Song To The Siren
A haunting mythological tale that speaks of the place of the sea. Maybe dreaming and the call of loving beyond. I chose this today because of its haunting beauty. As Venus will eclipse the Sun this coming June. I feel the pull and this song draws on these emotional strings. Love , loving and sensual. For me it is that time to bring forth the desire to create and give voice to the siren in me, calling to the physical manifestation of life. It is affirming the mystical in this life…the muse and the creator.
The vessel of spiritual transformation
In the writing of Poimandres (a pagan gnostic) the Krater was a vessel filled with the spirit, which the creator-god sent down to earth so that those who strove for higher consciousness might be baptized in it. It was a kind of uterus of spiritual renewal and rebirth and corresponded to the alchemical vase in which transformation of substances took place. The parallel to this in Carl Jung’s psychology is the inner transformation process known as individuation.
I have a little book that I wrote the above quote in some thirty years ago. This quote came to mind upon seeing this Krater at the Getty Museum. Funny after all these years that this quote and this vase or vessel come together. It is something that I have consciously been alerted too. This is synchronicity learning that has a life of its own. In all I feel quite happy.
The J. Paul Getty Museum is a few miles from where I live. We decided to take our 11-year-old to the museum. My husband asked me, “How about going to the orientation offered at the museum, or how about a tour?” Then my son said, “I just want to explore!” This is what we did, we explored the museum. The first room soon made my son aware of nudity. A change has happened , he now was aware of the penis on a statue. He laughed and giggled at first. I then quick and calmly added with motherly wisdom, “Shyane this is art get use to it!” As the day evolved he became quite agreeable with the nude figures and all was well. I knew in my heart he reached a cross over from young child to a place of maturity. He no longer lets me see him naked. With the loss of innocence comes an awareness of the mind. We were soon greeted by a statue of Mercury. Caduceus in hand we refer to him as Hermes Trismegistus and he welcomes us to the exploration of the museum. We walked throughout the museum.
we filled our intellects as well as our souls.
I love James Hillman. His book on dreaming helps us to understand the nature of dreaming.
James Hillman RIP!!
“The key here is indirection: if the soul wanders from the body in sleep, then our way of letting the soul return to concrete life must follow the same wandering course, an indirect meandering a reflective puzzling.” ~ James Hillman
I have not been able to sleep, this is the time when my mind goes wild. I reflect on bad things done, mistakes, anger and people who I want to strangle. It is as if I hear these things whispered in my ear. This is the time when the shadow of our nature comes forth. Are these thoughts ours alone ? James Hillman tells us not to sedate ourselves at these times. He asks us to listen to the children of the night. Listen and ride the conversation. He informs us that even during sleep we do not rest. Out mind goes on a journey into the underworld. Here is where a collective history blends with our own personal one. Our soul screams to be heard and we need to listen. Not from our intellectual classified mind but from the part of our mind where symbols express themselves through feelings and emotions, through creatively, suffering and blissful joy.