Closing the shutters and cutting the threads day II/no to the alc-ys

 

Closing the shutters and disconnecting the threads. Slow quiet Christmas morning.

 

Green acre

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Moon in Taurus

The sign occupied by the Moon at your time of birth is an indicator of your emotional and physical nature. It describes your unconscious, instinctive reactions, what is innate, perhaps inherited from your mother or reflected in the feminine dimension of your life. It tells us what kind of experience you need in order to feel emotionally satisfied.

The Moon in Taurus needs comfort and security in the material world. Taurus is an earth sign that comes at the stage in the annual cycle when the need is to put down roots and draw on the nourishment of the earth in order to build a solid and stable structure. Therefore, you are acquisitive by nature, acquiring and even hoarding possessions and money in order to feed your need for material security and finding it difficult to let go of them when the need arises! So you don’t relish unexpected and sudden change that threatens to whip away whatever your security blanket of the moment is! It always pays you to have a “running away fund” tucked away somewhere. You need the continuity and resources that will allow you to indulge in all the pleasures of a physical existence because this is the most sensual of all the Moon positions. You are rooted in the three dimensional real world. Beautiful objects, exquisite textiles and delicious food will always be a wonderful source of the pleasure that you thrive on but it is your sense of touch that is most acute. Above all, you need lots of physical contact, massages, cuddles, because it is through fully appreciating your material embodiment in the world that you find your true security rather than in a big bank balance. For that reason, it is important to develop a rewarding relationship with Mother Nature and with growing things – green fingers may be one of your gifts!

You are loving, loyal, stable and reliable. Others will turn to you in their times of need, because at such times, you can be rocklike in your support. You are slow in your emotional responses, but when finally stirred up you are capable of overwhelming passions, which you then find equally difficult to let go of. So be aware that your "stickability” is at one and the same time, your greatest strength and your greatest weakness and earn to let go gracefully when sticking becomes self destructive!

Brenda C speaks of the blue demon.

" When the Devil comes in..or whatever you want to call it..you get completely disarmed..it is the charm..the smile..it's like a spell..that overwhelms you..it is seductive..it leads you to believe you are amazing..beautiful..wonderful...you hear it call you like a lover in the night...it leads you out to sea..over the cliffs..where it's call holds you by your neck..the sound..the call is so beautiful..that you lose all sense of self..just when you realize..in that moment..I'm hanging by my neck?..wtf?..the demon lover cannot exist without your surrender..so now what?..pray you remember where the edge of the cliff was..so you can spread your leg and foot back over to it..and inch away..and don't look back...just get the hell out of there..and reclaim your wild..it's not a joke...it happens everyday..every way" Brenda Childs

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Anne Mondro

Enter the minotaur..

Blue beard redux..

Bluebeard ~ A Killer to reckon with: How to Survive the Soul’s Predator | September 18, 2010

If you think the human psyche is home to nothing but goodness and beauty, then please step aside. Because if you continue reading, you might get upset. For we shall dive into a reality that is hard to grasp by nature. It is elusive, slippery, and does not want to be seen. It feels counter-intuitive and anti-life. It is indeed both.
There is an innate predator and killer in psyche. A psychic force that cannot be “rehabilitated”. A psychic force that does not transform. The challenge with all archetypal energies is to learn how to relate to them without being overtaken. For the feminine psyche, which always wants to connect and relate,  this anti-life force is probably the most difficult one to come to terms with. It is too much for an individual psyche to digest.
This is the realm of Freud’s Thanatos and Jung’s dark side of the Self. These are the closest psychological images  for psyche’s experience of something “evil”.  Like all creatures, the human creature must also learn that there are predators, out there and within us.
The mythical imagination has always produced images and stories of this psychic reality.The tale of Bluebeard is one of them.Fairy tales are simple and pure expressions of the collective unconscious and offer a clear understanding of universal patterns in the human psyche. The Bluebeard story in short goes as follows ~ Three sisters were courted by a noble man who had an unusual blue beard. Two of them were frightened of this blue beard, but the third one fell for his charm and married him. She may do whatever she wants in his absence, open every door in his huge castle, except one. But curiosity wins out. Encouraged by her sisters, she opens the forbidden door and sees the blood and dismembered corpses of Bluebeard’s previous wives. She understands what is in store for her. Once Bluebeard found out that she has seen the hidden chamber, he comes after her. “Please, allow me to compose myself and prepare for my death” she pleads and was granted a quarter of an hour. She has no intention of going quietly into her slaughter. She posts her sisters on the castle ramparts and shouts “Sisters, sisters, do you see our brothers coming?” And the brothers do show up, just in the nick of time, and kill Bluebeard “leaving for the buzzards his blood and gristle”.
Just like a dream, a fairytale is not to be taken literally. It depicts the dance and the dynamics between the two grand archetypal forces, the masculine and the feminine, as they manifest in the collective as well as in the individual psyche. Both, dreams and fairy tales can be a kind of roadmap to discern an attitude that will allow, in fairy tale terms, for the princess to get her prince, and in Jungian language, for the union of opposites and the sacred marriage of  the masculine and the feminine within ones soul.
Bluebeard is well and alive in the outer manifest world. In his densest form, a person, usually but not always, a male, becomes identified with Bluebeard’s energy and is then encountered, in the serial killer (yes, they do exist), the rapist, the human trafficker. Many of his victims won’t live to tell the story.
Even more prevalent is the sadistic, wife-beating husband. But Bluebeard also manifests through the man who is emotionally abusive. There is a violence that can be inflicted on a woman’s (AND the perpetrator’s) soul, which draws blood not from the physical but from the subtle body. This injury can be even more devastating than its physical counterpart. Sadly, it is ignored or played down by society.
The emotionally abusive man is often a pathological narcissist, unwilling/unable to genuinely feel for anyone (including his own feeling self), although he can be sentimental and whiny when it comes to his own needs. Because he is disconnected from a nourishing center in psyche, he always needs to put himself, his ego, into the center of his own lonely universe. His alienation from the source forces the pathological narcissist to more and more drastic measures. He violently seeks to pierce through to a reality that will finally support him. That often leaves a trail of blood and corpses, sometimes symbolically, sometimes unfortunately literally. Horrifying in both instances.
But our naive heroine, who fell for the deadly charmer, survives and Bluebeard is dismembered and dead. But if a fairy tale is a map, what do we learn about the right kind of attitude to escape Bluebeard? A few things stand out for me. Naive the young woman may be, but not submissive and obedient. She wants to know. Only her disobedience allows her to survive. She becomes a warrioress for life  and lies to the lier. Like is cured by like. When she opened the door to the torture chamber, she truly sees. She does not escape into fantasies, as so many women in abusive relationships do, “It won’t happen to me, he really loves me, he will change”… and so on. Nor is she plagued by feelings of paralyzing shame for having been so terribly betrayed, (an irrational, but all-to-common response to abuse). When she sees, she knows, there is no more turning back.
Her willingness and strength to face the truth is activating positive masculine energies in her, which manifest in her ability to sever the ties of Bluebeard’s seductive charm. Bluebeard’s power is fading. His dismemberment has begun. Her own inner masculinity is gaining muscle, which the fairytale depicts in the sudden appearance of brothers who put an end to Bluebeard. As an archetypal force he will not disappear, but in the life of this woman Bluebeard has no more hold over her.

Addendum: The synopsis of the fairytale is based on the version printed in “Women who run with the Wolves” by the ever wonderful curandera, master storyteller and Jungian Analyst Clarissa Pinkola Estes. Her discussion of Bluebeard is illuminating and the entire book is a  must read for any woman negotiating her own path.
For those interested in the psychological and mythological meaning of fairy-tales, I would like to point to the work of Marie-Luise von Franz, one of the most brilliant first generation Jungian Analysts who was a close collaborator with C.G.Jung himself. I particularly recommend “The Interpretation of Fairy Tales” and “Shadow and Evil in Fairy Tales”
The French director Catherine Breillart created a film version of “Bluebeard” in 2009, exploring the dark erotic bond characteristic of this particular dynamic, which might be of further interest.

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The filth of a dirty man..

He liked to think he was a streak of consciousness made good. He walked as if, shoulders rolling as he parted waves- a heavy strutt of mischief. I saw the dark, the eyes had it, they grazed as they devoured, hovering up babes; each one a virgin vessel. He was always borrowing-  hearts, souls, little things at first; always hungry, stealing with permission the unsaids of the unseen good. A bloated warrior hustling for cream. The mild whites, the red tops and the milky hues; blondes, darks, golds, they all bled upon him; unwillingly and unknowingly of course; virgin fodder hoisted on his bloated cenotaph. Memorandum for the dead.  I saw this, avoided it at first, the dark around the edges,  as it strode in and forced  it's way through the kitchen; carrying off left overs without asking; bits of women  with their the little pink  hearts in jars. They all sat upon his pantry shelf, this buccaneer-pirate-black, who sailed a ship of ghouls; this master  boy-child captain, that broke through and drained all that was good.  I see him now still sailing, a challenge on an icy sea; breaking new ice, darkening new suns, stealing new territories.  MB


Wild Woman teaches women when not to act “nice” about protecting their soulful lives. The wildish nature knows that being “sweet” in these instances only makes the predator smile.  

When the soulful life is being threatened, it is not only acceptable to draw the line and mean it, it is required. When a woman does this, her life cannot be interfered with for long, for she knows immediately what is wrong and can push the predator back where it belongs. She is no longer naive.