The symbol of Praying Mantis when having sex is not what you may think!!

Watercolor by Hudley

People seem to focus on the probability of the female Praying Mantis biting off the head of her mate while engaged in sex. This may or may not be true. Does anyone go beyond this?

The real focus is on the sacrifice of the male. One male one female then impregnation…then comes the egg sack. Glory be because then comes the next generation of thousands of perfect little baby Praying Mantis.

Why is it that no one talks about the Big Mama Praying Mantis dying after laying her ootheca? Statistically males that do not mate continue to go on to have a much longer lifespan then the female. The reproductive cycle of the Praying Mantis is what it is, but it is not just the male that sacrifices his life… so does the female!! In fact, they both do!!

Symbolically it is a ridiculously awesome analogy and the archetype of family.

In general, we do what we must to continue the life cycle. Luckily for human beings it is not as dramatic as in the life cycle of the Praying Mantis. I find it is best described from a Jungian perspective.

The magic causality or serendipity of Praying Mantis.

The Praying Mantis is a wondrous creature of nature and like nature is primal in understanding… if we choose to!

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Ootheca of Mysterium Magnum.. Praying Mantis Egg Sack water color by Hudley

Fibonacci Poem # 2

wind 
cool upon 
me on my 
neck embrace around me flowing
clean from the wide French door from the 
outdoors windy trees dancing shadows from the clouds moving blowing round forward coolness 
beauty tickle me nature call me wind upon my nape around my body pull my mind towards your intelligent feelings of nature.

Fibonacci Poem # 1

dark 
green curved 
leaf foggy herb 
smells reflective round watery dew 
drop the ocean hill etched into the broken 
rocks falls down into salty small sand crab alert and foam carries away
tumbling inhales dark and light green leaf and beige and black crab into the tide tangled seaweed into  the consumed blue.

Jung and the image

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!!

The song of the Siren

“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.

1950- 2012 on the Snake

Five Generations of the snake

That leads to the sea

Today I took that snake

To the sea

The smell of the salt

To grandmother’s house

The Hippies, incense and candles

As they hitchhiked to their utopia

Near Mulholland

The lonelier days of hitching rides

High as a kite on the road

The old VW bug

Where I nearly died after

Coming home from the snake

Body separating from its chasey

On Dumetz and Canoga

Hey ho with the Red Hot Chili Peppers

As we drive the

Labyrinth of pacific coast highway

Side streets viewing the vast pacific ocean

Listening to 1979[i] form the 1990’s

On the CD

But now making

Memories with my son

Cause we like to party[ii]

On the long snake

Garage sales and antiques

And our first sporting view of

The wild purple lupine of spring.


[i] The Smashing Pumpkins – 1979

[ii] Bas Ass Mother Fuckers Band

The Snake is the wild Topanga Canyon BLVD CA.

 by Hudley

My kids like the Smashing Pumpkins… I use to throw pumpkins at the the band… yet it is a strange truth to this story… that does describe that early time… 1979… to the young nobody punks that no one fucking cared about… !! I  remember you all…