Autumnis Mantis


Outside of our French windows is a trellis over the patio. Across from this we have a pool fence. We put it up when the children were small for their protection. It is now a place for Praying Mantis. When the spring comes and the baby mantis break their egg sack, hundreds of babies run along the claw proof dark plastic mesh.

The first days of autumn brings me a great visitor; a big mama mantis on the pool fence. This is very odd in the middle of the day with the sun overhead. We watched her wobble about. Her back-end is quite large. She stirred her body many times as she moved using her long legs to balance her weight. I then decided to move her.

I usually do not interfere with nature. She is big and it took five months for her to get this size. I am sure she can take care of herself…but I love her so, and did not want to see her devoured by a cat. Some would see this as equal punishment for the many creatures she sucked the life force from. I do not judge nature.

I put my hand and arm out to her. She looked round at me with her large yellow-green eyes. The end of her spider legs reached out grasping the hair on my arm like cactus hair, pulling her towards me. She was aboard me.

Quickly she ran to my right shoulder than the left shoulder. Then she was on my head. I felt her weight on my neck, and she tickled me. I laughed aloud. Walking slowly towards the trellis I rest my head on the vines and flowers. It did not take long for her to skip jumping up to a branch. Now, she was almost camouflaged from my gazing green eyes. Later in the day she was gone from this spot. In my heart I knew she was nearby.

Medusa

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So often a culture can get caught up in an image for generations.

Medusa is one such image. A hideous woman with snakes coming out of her head.

This image is based on a popular Greek mythology.

Now I want to focus on the place where mythologies and archetypes blend. Taking another step, I want to focus on where archetypes and belief systems blend, and then finally to understand where a generation of false images are sustained to those who accept them.

This can create a vacuum of unconscious followers. I am one of them. It all came to an understanding when I read an article.  This article told a story about who Medusa was before she turned men to stone.  She was beautiful and Poseidon fell in love with her and they had two children one being the famous Pegasus.

The jealous Goddess Athena turned her into this hideous monster.  She wanted Medusa’s man.

I realize this is making a long story short but my focus is on the vacuum of unconscious images, mine being the one I held in my belly. One that my mother held in her belly. As women get older we all hold this in our bellies; this dark painful vacuum or Medusa the “peri to post-menopausal woman, or hag.”

Hidden also in this mythology is the cultural time of a matriarchal society destroyed by the Greek of sword and male God heads.

The time is now,  to wake up from the sleeping vacuum and reverse the pain. Medusa throws off her snakes and false image. Woman can work together and not compete.

I know her image now and it is not an ugly Gorgon. Her image is impressionistic it spirals out and up!

She is wide and deep. She is creative and terrestrial.


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The Praying Mantis Mandala

The Praying Mantis Mandala watercolor by Hudley

Been awhile since I listened to this song or focused on this watercolor… but it is a good day to dance and celebrate… and thank my dear friend the Praying Mantis…

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


The Minoans were “synthetic” in their thinking; that is, they focused on the interrelatedness of experience, in contrast to the later development of the Aristotelian or analytic approach of distinguishing differences and separating elements as a way of knowledge.

Aguilar, A. Marina. Alchemy of The Heart: The Sacred Marriage of Dionysos & Ariadne. Chiron Publications. Kindle Edition.


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 (or maybe more) 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 impressive 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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Scarlet Poem

The color scarlet is deep, rich and vibrant

It is what I need

it pulls me

and in this

I find balance

nourishment and satisfaction

something new and

hopeful.

Annihilate this Boulder

Every three months or so

I come upon a boulder

As I walk through the stream

Up to my hips

There it is in front of me

SO this means

I have to look at it

But I hate it

I yell at it

I have expectations from it

It is unavoidable

It manipulates

It is predictable

Acts like a Saint but false in it’s assumptions

of salvation for good deeds done

An asshole is its focus, time to gather around the asshole.

I can be a Samurai

Taking the path of least resistance

Like the cool clean water

Move around it

And continue on.

I can scream at it

I can say look at me boulder

Make time for me

Care about me

But silly me, it is only a boulder

And I cannot change a boulder

I cannot make caring happen

If it is not there in the first place

Selfish fucking asshole boulder

Always has an agenda

I am always the last one on the totem pole

I am a thing

When convenient.

There is always the option of

Dynamite, bombs, or nuclear explosions

Ask NOARD to send a kamikaze drone

Target practice focuses and annihilates this Boulder.

Wait,

I see something,

Way way up high

Way up so very very high

I see Praying Mantis looking down at me.

Saying to me,

“Rise above ya just got to rise above!!”

A feeling

For me Punk Rock is and was and will always be about how it makes me feel. For me it is not about how you look, not what you collect or who you know. It is about friends that are committed to a way of seeing and feeling life… it will endure as long as it is felt… that wild, focused, rebellious, somethings confrontational and unclassified and as different as the individual.

I just had to say this today…

Two Praying Mantis non-fiction short stories.The Gossamer White Praying Mantis and The Crystal Bowl:



Gossamer White Praying Mantis

A dream: 

In this dream I came upon my cat Flash trying to jump up to capture and then eat a big beautiful white Praying Mantis. She was resting on some crawling rosemary in front of the house. I was focused when the Praying Mantis spoke to me,

“Do not be concerned with me and what the cat is doing!”

 I was concerned because I witnessed the eating of a few Praying Mantis this past summer.

She whispered to me,

“I am a huntress too!” Cat and I both hunt for food and that is a wild part of our nature.”

I then realized the truth of what she said. She was not afraid of my cat nor was she afraid of death.

“I know your cat. He has been hunting in this garden for many seasons, as my family has. Didn’t you see one of my babies eat a butterfly?”

I had to agree with her, and I was not pleased with that.

Then a breeze blew on us and she spread her white gossamer wings and flew away. I awoke remembering this dream.


The Crystal Bowl

When we first moved into our house I was amazed how the pesticides used created such an imbalance with the insects, birds, and animals in our garden.  It took me many years to reach the balance that I have today.

We once had an avalanche of crickets and black widows galore. Yet with time I befriended the Praying Mantis.

This is a short story about my first encounter with a Praying Mantis. The Mantis has helped in the balance of our garden without pesticides.

One day while dusting the house, I dusted a big crystal bowl on the kitchen table. It was usually filled with fruit and vegetables. I looked outside the French windows and saw a big golden Praying Mantis resting on a white plastic chair.

She was gazing in the house at me. Every day throughout the summer Praying Mantis would come to visit on the chair. I did not know the focus of this Mantis’s gaze. I thought maybe me. I soon found out what it was.

A few weeks later I dusted the crystal bowl and reached behind it. I heard a loud screaming shriek. Looking with amazement I found a Praying Mantis there. I looked around and saw that the door was open to the back garden. She came into the house to be near the crystal bowl.

The light of the multifaceted crystal must have fascinated this, Mantis.

This is only the beginning of my many experiences with the Praying Mantis from my garden.  I think our life together, on this planet, is about nature and the changing seasons.

She shows me the cycles of life, death and rebirth and affirms that I have nothing to fear!


…as women in the punk scene… …

I find that often men tend to break my pace. They call me names and belittle me…not all of them just a few, yet those same ones are afraid of me, so they only belittle themselves…

Still this song is in the heart of me and “my pace” in life,

Happy summer solstice

Praying Mantis

A friend sent me this picture Unknown photographer…thank you..

A Mantis Carol by Laurens Van Der Post

“In a sense you’re right. I think there is a way in which both black and white did regard the Bushman in his natural state as a kind of wild animal. But to do justice even to the unjust, as we are bound to do, I regret, if we are ever to understand this horrible business, by “taming,” they meant becoming “civilized” in the sense the term held for them at the time”

~ Laurens Van Der Post



I was given this book by  my older brother Greg. He knew I was into the little insect called the Praying Mantis.  A Mantis Carol is a deep, slow-moving and intense story about so many interesting elements of nature, a man,  a woman and a Bushman.  One becomes aware that the Praying Mantis is always lurking about in this story. This is not a lighthearted book but asks some extremely deep esoteric questions. It contains beautifully written words that bring forth images of nature..