Man’s conflict with hirself and hir Self-realization might seem to him beggining with the polarity of his own soul or mind (or even between these two, when he percieves them as separate entities within hirself). When in despair s/he feels as Faust “Two souls are living in my chest”, alike Hesse’s quilting wolf, s/he classifies compulsively every emotion, thought and perception into one or another side of the polarity.
Thus we have wolf and man, both in constant hatred and war, yet incapable of living without eachother, but in constant longing of being one by themselves. Wolf is wild, dark humored, bitter, passionate, cruel, raw and instinctive. And Man lives in a world of ideas, feelings, culture, of a rather passive nature, he seeks to sublimate everything. Even in this apparently distinctive division of himself, there are moments (as fragile as any) when wolf and man live in perfect harmony, making each other stong.
But if one would try and care to classify in every isolated moment of thy life, what level of participation Wolf and Man have on each, this fantasy would break down inmediately. For you have not two souls is your chest, but a hundred, a million. Hir life oscillates not just between the Saint and the Hooker, but in between thousands of polarities, who show up blinking here and there, now and then, like a timid star suddenly bursting out.
You are Everything. Jung says it too. Deal with it and have fun bitch!
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Last week a friend told me about this psychologic exercise/ritual thingy he attended to in behalf of some friend of his who was part of this mystic kinda thing (don’t ask me).
So; the exercise was called “The carpet game”, and it consisted on several people standing all bare-foot, on a carpet. Each one would interpret a role, acting out spontaneously and interacting freely with each other. There would be one passive person tho, outside the carpet who would act as spectator, and a mediator, who would ask people to come in or out of the carpet as he sees fit throughout the exercise. The whole play would be oriented to describe the spectator’s life situation (in order to solve hir problems or aknowledge unconscious aspects of hirself), which only the mediator and the spectator hirself would know, for the roleplaying people on the carpet would only be asked to relax, step in, and act as they felt like doing, unaware of the real situation until after finishing the exercise, when the mediator would interpret and explain what was going on, and then everyone would expose their points of veiw and give counselling to the spectator.
I found this particularly interesting for pathworking, but I would make some changes, giving the roleplayers, for example, animal masks or some other god-forms impersonations and see how they react based on a specifical person’s situation without any further information. Sadly, that kind of group work is a bit out of my reach (for now).
I am experimenting with using comic book superheroes as godforms. Tonight’s session involved invoking the Batman as a spirit of pure determination and will.
I figure if people can swear up and down that using Cthulhu mythos creatures in ritual magic is powerful, using the pop culture icons that I know the most about should be very effective for me. That is the hypothesis.
Remember, this is science. Serious business.
I see no reason why this shouldn’t work.
I’ve tried this succesfully with Deadpool, Death and Delirium from The Sandman and Poison Ivy :P fuckyeah!
First of let me apologize for being incapable of writting without all of those bothersome parentheses, notes, and bullshitting. Please feel free to comment, troll and correct me if I screwed up.
We sould note that one of the fundamental ideas of every pagan religious discipline, both oriental and occidental, during the first millenia b.C., was that of the turning of the conscious mind to the self-interior, should culminate with the comprehension of the individual’s indentity (microcosm) and the universe (macrocosm); which, if acquired, would (re)unite the sacred principles of time and eternity, sun and moon, male and female, Hermes and Afrodite (Hermafroditus) and the caduceus. In other words, the Self-realization journey of the Hero archetype, the acquisition of Sacred Knowledge from beyond Death; Eternity.
Now this journey is clearly depicted in Odisseus return to his palace with his faithful waiting wife Penélope, who weaves a linen piece by day and undoes it by night, like the moon evergrowing, everdying. In a psychological note, Penélope is the only woman in this myth who does not have any magical backround, contrary to Circe and Calipso, who then might represent symbolic passages the hero must overcome in order to be ready and meet the real woman.
Lets follow Joseph Campbell’s analysis in Masks of God: Occidental Mythology, with some of my notes ranting and/or explaining some of the symbols and making comparisons:
1. First Odisseus adventure starts right after leaving Troy with twelve ships (Number twelve is considered synonim to perfection; 12 signs of the zodiac and 12 monts in a gegorian year, 12 are the tribes of Israel, Wotan had 12 names and some rabí claim God’s name consisted on 12 letters.) and attacking a thracian city where they took all the riches and women they could. Zeus then, sends a terrible storm that leaves them sailing adrift for nine days driven to the confines of the known world (Note here that Norse Allfather Wotan, hung from the Yggdrasil branches [the Axis Mundi] for nine days and nights to gain knowledge of the Runes).
2. On the tenth day, they arrive to the Latofagus island, where the inhabitants ate flowers, and some of his men did not want to return to their homes, since those flowers made them forget and stay in a trance,* (Lethean, the return of the mind to mythical reality or the unconscious.) so Odisseus had to tie them into the boat and leave the island. Here is a first vestige of the Ego or Conscious mind trying to take control over the Self unconscious content, being Odisseus the Conscious mind and his crew, aspects of the unconscious who act on their own whenever their boss is not around or paying much attention.
*The lotus in the myth could reffer to a fruit best known as date-plum, which is one of the oldest plants known of cultivation in south east europe. It was known to the Greeks as “The fruit of the Gods”, Dios Pyros or “the wheat of Zeus”.
3. From there on, Odisseus and the crew go from mythical land to another, overcoming a series of tests, most symbolic; starting with their visit to the Cyclops. Polifemus, son of Posidón, who was “a horrible monster, not similar to any living man, but alike a high hill, presenting itself separated from the other mounts.” (In bronze age, the Sacred Mountain was a symbol of the primeval goddess earth, she who gives new life through Death, as does our giant with some of the crew like we see now:) Odisseus [xD shit Im getting tired of typing his name again and again, I might come up with a joke or something…] then chose twelve of his best men (13 in total, number of Death), and went into the giant’s cave, waiting to get some hospitality, since they found the place filled with buckets of milk, cheese, sheep and goats pacing around. So Polifemus shows, scares the shit outta them and puts a huge boulder in the cave’s entrance, blocking any escaping route possible. He sits then, to milk his herd, lits a fire and starts eating his new guests; two that night, two at sunrise, and other two the following night [six dead in three days] (six represents “As above, so below).
In the meantime the rest of the crew builds a drill to tear out the cyclop’s only eye; so Odisseus comes up to the giant and offers him wine, he says his name is Nobody, and having Polifemus drunk and passed out, he vomits their friends corpses and the creo takes advantage putting the olivewood stick into the fire and then drilling into the cyclops’ eye. Polifemus, pain-mad, starts calling upon the other cyclops, who attend outside of the still boulder blocked entrance, and ask: “¿What bothers you so, Polifemus, that you scream and wake us up at this hour? ¿Is anyone harming you by force and deciet?” To what Polifemus replies: “My friends, Nobody is killing me by force and deciet”, so the other giants left assured Polifemus was just bsing around. So, still bleeding like hell, the giant took away the boulder from the entrance and sat there instead, so Odisseus and the rest, tied together 18 goat, in six tríads which carried them in their bellies, our main hero tying himself to the stronger goat; so the herd would poke into Polifemus back, making him stand up and letting them escape.
Note the symbols of the Eye, as the Sun-gate towards the world beyond, changing his name into Nobody giving up his identification with the Ego, Odisseus could go htrough the cosmic portal unto unconsciousness, identifying instead with the goat, Aries, a solar symbol.
Shall continue later, when I’m less sleepy and capable of being concrete, orderly or something.
Someday you’ll notice that all you ever desire is Your-Self.