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Twin Bubbles of Creation

Posted by [email protected] on July 29, 2015 at 9:25 PM Comments comments (0)

This not an absolute, it is only a concept, my own vision, a reoccurring dream


My Best Friend and Mulit-Media Artist, Lisa Ann Ulibarri, shared this art to illustrate the Story of Tree and Crow, the Twin Bubbles


The Twin Bubbles

Before Creation, the Lake of Chaos was still and dark until a tiny sliver of light touched the surface of that Lake. A ripple stirred, it moved, it grew, and then a bubble formed. That Bubble rose from the Darkness, A Bubble of Shadow, yet a Bubble of Form, and it spiraled upward as if seeking the very source of Light.

 

That Bubble was the original essence of life, the First Soul. As it rose, it also divided as two Bubbles, two Souls, Twin Souls, spiraling around each other as they journeyed into the blackness of Not Yet.

 

As they continued to travel, tiny particles of light formed in their wake. From these particles, stars and planets were formed, universes were created. Life began.

 

While back at the Lake of Chaos, other slivers of light moved along that dark surface, more ripples, more bubbles, more shadow souls - in waves they formed, in waves they spiraled skyward. As a group of kindred souls, they followed the path of the Twin Souls. As they encountered stars and planets, Colonies of Soul Families - Soul Tribes - chose to inhabit the new worlds and to create physical vessels as homes for the souls of energy.

 

Life took many forms, and continued to adapt, to change, to grow, to evolve. New Soul Groups are born in Shadow created as the Light of Order still merges with the darkness of the Lake of Chaos. Each wave, each group of New Souls rises upward to bring life to the new worlds created in the wake of the Twin Souls continuing Journey.

 

As Life evolves, those physical vessels housing soul’s energy begin to age, to show wear and injure. The vessels return to where they were formed and new vessels are formed as replacements. Displaced Souls re-enter the new vessels. Displaced Souls did not always reincarnate into new vessels immediately, some created a Spirit Realm where they could examine everything learned during their previous incarnation, and decide what needed to be learned in future lives.

 

Some realized those who remained in physical form often needed protection, instruction, and guidance for both physical growth and spiritual advancement. These spirits would return to the physical realm still in spirit form to aid those of flesh.

 

However, as the evolution process continued, the physical soon forgot about the Spirit and when this energy life form was encountered, fear sprang from the unknown, the now forgotten.

 

Spirit learned to assume a perceived form that was comfortable, recognizable, and accepted. “Guides” would show themselves as ancestors, passed loved ones, or historical figures of wisdom and fame, or even as Animals or Nature Spirits. Usually Guides are from the same Soul Group, but may be from other Groups or Families, from other Worlds, Dimensions, and Realms as well.

 

Yet I have deviated from the travel of the Twin Bubbles. So back to that Journey.

 

As the twins traveled on, and more worlds were created in their wake, they decided to stop for a moment on one of those worlds and look at what was done.

 

The Bubbles morphed one as Tree, the other as Crow – Tree’s roots began to sink deep into that world and it felt a part of Tree and Tree part of that world. Crow rested in the branches, therefore did not feel the connection Tree did. So when Tree suggested they remain, Crow felt the need to continue the journey – the Joy of the Journey.

 

As Crow spread its wings and began to fly away, Tree also changed – a Woman walked from inside Tree and as she walked the barren earth was covered in green and also many bright colors – Grass and flowers filled her foot prints. Lakes formed with fish and many other forms of life. Animals of all shapes and forms seem to spring from the very earth itself. Birds filled the air.

 

Crow smiled knowing that Tree would be happy, yet also shed a tear knowing the journey would now be a lonely one, without Tree.

 

Time Passed, Crow continued not as Bubble now, but remained as Crow in memory of Tree. The loneliness grew stronger and stronger until finally Crow decide to also make a home as well. Eleven Stars, including twin stars, one purple the other white. Then came a world orbiting the purple star and that is where Crow called home – the Constellation is Corvus and the purple star is Corvi – both are Latin for Crow.

 

Crow also created a meadow on that planet – a small stream bordering one side, and an Apple Tree in the center of the Meadow – Crow misses Tree and will sometimes sit in that meadow and watch Tree on the other world. Crow has promised to someday return to Tree’s side, but for now only watches.

 

Rainbow Crow

Posted by [email protected] on July 14, 2015 at 6:05 AM Comments comments (1)

 

--- Continued From Home Page --- 

As he flew passed the Sun, his tail caught on fire, turning the shimmering beautiful feathers black. By the time he flew passed the Moon, his whole body was black with soot from the hot Fire. When he plunged into the Sky and flew through the clouds, the smoke got into his throat, strangling his beautiful singing voice.

 

By the time Rainbow Crow landed among the freezing-cold animals of Earth, he was black as tar and could only Caw instead of sing. He delivered the fire to the animals, and they melted the snow and warmed themselves, rescuing the littlest animals from the snow drifts where they lay buried.

 

It was a time of rejoicing, for Tindeh - Fire - had come to Earth. But Rainbow Crow sat apart, saddened by his dull, ugly feathers and his rasping voice. Then he felt the touch of wind on his face. He looked up and saw the Creator Who Creates By Thinking What Will Be walking toward him. "Do not be sad, Rainbow Crow," the Creator said. "All animals will honor you for the sacrifice you made for them. And when the people come, they will not hunt you, for I have made your flesh taste of smoke so that it is no good to eat and your black feathers and hoarse voice will prevent man from putting you into a cage to sing for him. You will be free."

 

Then the Creator pointed to Rainbow Crow's black feathers. Before his eyes, Rainbow Crow saw the dull feathers become shiny and inside each one, he could see all the colors of the rainbow. "This will remind everyone who sees you of the service you have been to your people, and the sacrifice you made that saved them all."

And so shall it ever be.

Who Judges Who? What Did He or She do?

Posted by [email protected] on April 12, 2015 at 2:35 PM Comments comments (0)

 


When We Judge

What’s wrong with him?

If he’s so good, why is he all-alone?

You say he was married why did his wife leave?

He raised his daughter himself, where is she now?

If he’s so smart, why does he work for minimum wage?

If he’s so friendly, where are his friends?

He’s hiding something, just got to be.

No one can be what he seems and be so alone, such a failure,

living at home with his Mother.

Can’t he make it on his own?

Is that it, he’s lazy and taking everything his Mother has?

Stay away from him; I wouldn't trust him at all!

Behind that smile must beat an evil heart.

If he has no friends, it must be because no one likes him.

I mean his own wife and daughter left him.

He ought to be in prison or executed.

He’s a danger to society.

How can the authorities just let him walk free?

I mean after what he has done,

He should curl up and die,

Useless, vile vermin.

Why? What has he done?

I don’t know but it must be really bad.

No one likes him. He’s so alone.

The world would just be a better place without his kind.

The man sat alone, head down, praying to God.

His mother-in-law had just died.

He had been at her hospital bedside for those last few painful days.

No sleep, no shower, no shave.

But others could not see the pain in his heart,

They only saw the unkempt man sitting on the bench, with eyes closed.

Must be a bum, no good vagrant, sleeping off a drunk on a public bench.

He has no shame, Can’t he see us decent folk come here to enjoy nature.

His wife couldn't bear the long hours

and endless days that he worked.

Sure they needed money for the funeral,

But why couldn't he see that she needed him too?

She left.

Behind the 6-year old daughter stayed.

For twelve years, he became both mother and father.

Not perfect, but he tried.

The little girl soon grew into a young woman.

She fell in love, got married, and had a son of her own.

His Mom was older, diabetic.

The doctor said she could no longer live alone,

She he gave away what he had,

And moved back to care for her.

And he was alone.

Someone said that laughter helps heals the soul.

But it must be shared to do so.

And he tried.

He smiled on the outside, cried on the inside

But he tried.

Then he met a ray of sunshine, a kindred soul.

Their ages far apart, but their friendship was pure

Not soiled with smut and lust, but kind and sweet and full of cheer.

But others could only see through their own eyes.

Old men didn't want a friend;

They all have only one thing on their minds.

What could a young girl possibly see

In a wrinkled, bent, misshapen old man?

She must be looking for a “Sugar Daddy”

But he’s broke so it won’t last long.

Then they shared their secret,

A secret of pain.

They leaned on each other

Because no one else seemed to care.

They were friends as friends should be.

Lovers? Never! Why let something so mundane

Spoil the Friendship. That would be the shame.

Why can’t each confide in someone of their own age?

Maybe because of good people, people just like you and me.

The innocence of our child hood now long gone.

We've taught our children well, they also only look for wrong.

The world is so beautiful, filled with golden light.

Even the topside of the storm cloud is very, very bright.

The Moon and Stars light the blackened night.

Not poetry, only musings, just wondering why?

--Roger Nobles

written 4/21/2000

 

 


Are you a They or a We, Me, and I?

Posted by [email protected] on April 4, 2015 at 12:35 AM Comments comments (0)

Walking Down the Path of Memories 

When I was a little kid, so many times when we saw something that really needed to be done, everyone would say "they" should do something about it. "They" seemed to always be blamed. It was said so many times, yet I really did not understand

So I asked my Dad - (My Dad quit school in the 4th grade to help take care of his family - so never had much of an education - he called himself a Country Bumpkin - He didn't need an education though, he could weave his bad grammar into a beautiful and wise tapestry of life lessons)

His answer was, "They is an excuse, they will never do nothin' - it's the me's, the we's, the I's who will fix, and build, and grow. If there is one lesson, I want my kids to learn it is don't stop with thinking, don't stop with trying. Dream, and Do - Don't be a They - be the Me, the We, the I"

I'm not always successful, but I do try to live that lesson - so yes we can be the difference, for ourselves and for others, when we are the We, the Me, or the I. 













Spider Woman as told by the Hopi

Posted by [email protected] on February 14, 2015 at 3:55 PM Comments comments (0)

Spider Woman as told by the Hopi

by Grandfather Storyteller

I have one that I haven't shared before - as you all know I don't do the spirit guide thing but the Hopi tell of one Guide, one that I consider to be the Greatest of all Guides - Many of us have heard the legend of Sky Woman, who fell through a hole in the floor of the Upper World. How she was caught by Crow and placed on the back of Turtle because the world was only water. We know how Muskrat dove to bottom of ocean floor to gather a paw full of mud, how she gave it to Sky Woman who placed it on Turtles back and made Turtle Island.

 

We have also heard of Corn Maiden, White Buffalo Calf Woman, and of course, Earth Mother; All very important Women in the stories of Creation. Yet one often overlooked, the Greatest Guide of all Guides, Grandmother Spider, aka Spider Woman.


 

The Hopi tell of how creation began first in a vision had by Tawa, the Sun Spirit, a dream of Creation, He dreamed of 9 dimensions, 9 worlds. The first world was that of Void, of Endless Space, all was Dark; It was during the time of this world that he also called his Spirit People into being. He separated void into Day and Night, allowing his light to shine during the day, and for the night, Tawa created the Stars and the Moon. The second world came to be, yet as the light of this world touch the darkness of the first, a third world was created, the world of Shadow, and in Shadow, life began to be.

 

 

Tawa and Grandmother Spider held council and She learned of her role through the 9 worlds, She would be the Guide of Transition between worlds, Teacher and Storyteller in each new world. She led us from the third world of Shadow into the world we now live in, the fourth world. This world is one of the physical, a world of reality.

 

She has taught us how to develop, to grow and to adapt to the changing conditions in this time of walkabout. She has taught the ways of Gatherer, and then that of Hunter. She taught us how to sow seeds and to harvest. She led us into the modern era of industrialization.

 

Grandmother Spider will also guide us as we leave this fourth world and enter a world of thought, of mind, of communication, the Fifth World.

 

So the Hopi elders say and I believe it was and will be.

 

 

Balance or Harmony

Posted by [email protected] on January 1, 2015 at 1:45 AM Comments comments (0)

How My Brother and I learned about Balance and Harmony


 

One early Spring morning two young brothers were arguing about who was the family favorite. Dad overheard the boys and asked them to walk outside with him to the garden. It was time to plow and get ready for planting. The family was poor though, they had no tractor, or horse to pull the plow, so Dad just put the harness on the boys, one to the front and the other to the back. He then asked them to plow the garden.

 

The boys usually enjoyed working in the garden, but this time each wanted to prove who was the best, so they pulled with all their might. They tugged, and groaned, and pulled and pulled – in the opposite direction. Needless to say, when Dad came back to check on their progress, the plow, and the boys were still in the same spot.

 

They thought Dad would be angry; instead he just smiled, and gently said “Balance.” – Then he put the harness back on, this time though the brothers were shoulder to shoulder – Dad grabbed the handle of that plow, and they started plowing, row after row, furrow after furrow. In just a little while they had the whole garden plowed. They beamed with pride as they looked at their Dad’s smile – He simply said “Harmony.”

 

Dad’s lesson about balance harmony still influences my life today. See, Balance is like two opposing forces, both equal, and going nowhere, while Harmony is diversity making sweet music together.

Judging Someone? What Did They Do?

Posted by [email protected] on December 29, 2014 at 4:20 PM Comments comments (0)

When We Judge

 What’s wrong with him?

 If he’s so good, why is he all-alone?

You say he was married why did his wife leave?

He raised his daughter himself, where is she now?

If he’s so smart, why does he work for minimum wage?

If he’s so friendly, where are his friends?

He’s hiding something, just got to be.

 

No one can be what he seems and be so alone, such a failure,

Living at home with his Mother. Can’t he make it on his own?

Is that it, he’s lazy and taking everything his Mother has?

Stay away from him; I wouldn’t trust him at all!

Behind that smile must beat an evil heart.

 

If he has no friends, it must be because no one likes him.

I mean his own wife and daughter left him.

He ought to be in prison or executed.

He’s a danger to society.

How can the authorities just let him walk free?

I mean after what he has done,

He should curl up and die,

Useless, Vile Vermin.

 

Why? What has he done?

 

I don’t know but it must be really bad.

No one likes him. He’s so alone.

The world would just be a better place without his kind.

The man sat alone, head down, praying to God.

His mother-in-law had just died.

He had been at her hospital bedside for those last few painful days.

No sleep, no shower, no shave.

But others could not see the pain in his heart,

They only saw the unkempt man sitting on the bench, with eyes closed.

Must be a bum, no good vagrant, sleeping off a drunk on a public bench.

He has no shame, Can’t he see us decent folk come here to enjoy nature.

 

His wife couldn’t bear the long hours and endless days that he worked.

Sure they needed money for the funeral,

But why couldn’t he see that she needed him too?

She left.

 

Behind the 6-year old daughter stayed.

For twelve years, he became both mother and father.

Not perfect, but he tried.

The little girl soon grew into a young woman.

She fell in love, got married, and had a son of her own.

 

His Mom was older, diabetic.

The doctor said she should not live alone,

So he gave away what he had,

And moved back to care for her.

And he was alone.

 

Someone said that laughter helps heals the soul.

But it must be shared to do so.

And he tried.

He smiled on the outside, cried on the inside

But he tried.

 

Then he met a ray of sunshine, a kindred soul.

Their ages far apart, but their friendship was pure

Not soiled with smut and lust,

But kind and sweet and full of cheer.

But others could only see through their own eyes.

 

Old men didn’t want a friend; they all have only one thing on their minds.

What could a young girl possibly see in a wrinkled, bent, misshapen old man?

 

She must be looking for a “Sugar Daddy”

But he’s broke so it won’t last long.

Then they shared their secret,

A secret of pain.

They leaned on each other

Because no one else seemed to care.

They were friends as friends should be.

Lovers? Never! Why let something so mundane

Spoil the Friendship.

That would be a shame.

 

Why can’t each confide in someone of their own age?

 

Maybe because of good people, people just like you and me.

The innocence of our child hood now long gone.

We’ve taught our children well, they also only look for wrong.

 

The world is so beautiful, filled with golden light.

Even the topside of the storm cloud is very, very bright.

The Moon and Stars light the blackened night.

 

Not poetry, only musings, just wondering why?

 
--Roger Nobles

4/21/2000

 

 


We Write the Stories of Our Own Lives

Posted by [email protected] on December 13, 2014 at 6:05 PM Comments comments (0)

Change the Story

 

If you aren't happy with the way your life is going, rewrite your story

 

“All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players:”

So said William Shakespeare’s in his play “As You Like It.” This quote is often said but is taken out of context and doesn't mean what you think it means.

 

Many believe Shakespeare is explaining that we are all predestined to lead the life we do. Yet read in context with the rest of the play, we see that Shakespeare was actually speaking in satire, mocking the stoic and traditional view of life that we are born into station, status, and destiny, and cannot change our 'Birthright'.

 

He introduced 7 stages of life from birth and infancy to aged infancy and death. The Stage referred to is life itself, actually divided into 7 acts of life, conception to death. “All the men and women merely players” does not mean that we are following a script co-authored by Destiny and Fate. He is saying that all who live were born, will live, and will die. Through satire he is encouraging us to release the bonds of society; to grab the pen and write our own life’s story.

 

Our personal play is a work in progress, written by each of us. If we don’t like how the story is playing out, we can simply rewrite the present, our perspectives of the past, and our plans for the future.

 

Recently I watched an episode of ‘Super Why?’ with my grandson - I learn a lot from these ‘kids’ shows’ - the program included the nursery rhyme about Miss Muffet, but from the Spider’s Perspective.

 

You know the story:

 

Little Miss Muffet

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet

Eating her curds and whey,

Along came a spider,

Who sat down beside her

And frightened Miss Muffet away.

 

This story always makes Spidey sad, he didn't mean to frighten Miss Muffet, he wants to be friends with everyone, not scare them. But what could he do?

 

Why not simply change how the story is written? Let’s first remove “frightened” - but replace it with what? Would Miss Muffet be Spidey’s friend if he barked? Probably not, but what if he Smiles and invites her to play?

 

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet

Eating her curds and whey,

Along came a spider,

Who sat down beside her

Then smiled and invited

Miss Muffet to Play.

 

Small change maybe, but look at the results: From Fear to Fun, from Sad to Glad.

 

So even though Life may be a stage, each of us may write our own script, or we can adlib. I will write mine in a dynamic way, always flowing with change, harmony, and happiness. How about You, How will you write your story?

 

* Excerpt from the Shakespearean Play “As You Like It” (Act 2 Scene 7)

 

Jaques -

 

“All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players:

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.

And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,

Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lined,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,

His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide

For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.”


When is the Right Time?

Posted by [email protected] on December 13, 2014 at 1:50 AM Comments comments (0)

Fynny's Perspective - When the Time is Right


For those who say “All will be done when the time is right”
I say this “When the feast is spread but the stomach is full, will you eat?
Or when your stomach is growling with Hungers pain
And the table is bare, will you eat?


Time has nothing to do with how the stomach feels.”
The ‘Right Time’ is not dictated by the hands on a clock.
When one is prepared to seize the opportunity,
Then and then only, is it the ‘Right Time.”


Why Wait?

 

This will probably really offend some people; however it isn't intended that way. I say this with all Humility, Love and Respect, but I do feel it needs to be said.

 

We've all heard it, many of us also say it - “When the Time is Right...” - But do we mean what we’re saying, or is it that we aren't saying what we mean?

 

While the Wright Brothers were building the airplane, skeptics would say, "If God had meant for us to fly, he would have given us wings." the same was said when we flew to the moon, or an ancient time example was the world is flat syndrome, and who ever sailed to the edge would fall over and disappear for ever. Many were waiting “until the time was right. While a few understood that rather than wings, our creator gave us Intelligence to build those wings, to travel in space, and to investigate rather than fear.

 

Everyone has probably heard the story of the guy who prayed to God everyday "Father, please let me win the lottery today" after many days of saying the same prayer, of enduring the same disappointment of not winning, he grew angry and shouted at God. "God if you are as powerful as everyone says you are, then why didn't I win the lottery?"

 

God answered this way. "My son" God asked, "why didn't you buy a ticket"

 

So what's the difference between "when the time is right" and missed opportunity? Or is there any difference really?

 

Yes we know what we mean, we understand that all things are adaptable, changeable - we are in agreement I believe (and yes we do all have wings, but many deny and will never fly.)

 

We see those who prepare and seize the opportunity without delay or excuse - sorta like riding the old merry go round, we waited until we reached that brass ring - When we get there and grab that ring, the time waiting was well spent, but if we fail to grab it, all the waiting was a waste. That brass ring is Opportunity. Don't miss it waiting on the "right time."

 

Much can be said about preparation and all of it is true. We plan a party, prepare the feast, decorate the hall and all the tables - all is ready, but no-one comes. Why? We didn't invite anyone, we didn't buy the ticket.

 

It's not the clock or calendar that dictates our fate, or controls our destiny, our actions do. We already have the tools, although we may need to clean off the rust. We have the ability, the talent, and the skills. We are prepared, all we have to do is seize the opportunity, and we will realize the Time is Now!

 

No one can tell us when we are ready - We alone can determine that.




 

 

 

Allegory of Shadow

Posted by [email protected] on December 13, 2014 at 12:40 AM Comments comments (0)

Allegory of Shadow

by Me and my Shadow Self

 

Recently I've considered writing a story co-authored by self and someone from another realm or dimension, someone from the other side. With the purpose of allowing us to see through each other's eyes and to feel with common hearts and understand with like minds. It seems others, not of human form, heard my thoughts, for Shadow Self answered with a visit last night.

 

Shadow talked with me, well more like talked to me. He said that Shadows have 2 sides; he explained the dark side is content with not knowing, while the side facing the light is willing, even eager. to learn.


He continued: "When we look in a mirror we see a reflection, but what does that reflection see when it looks back at us?"  He also spoke of shadow, born of both light and dark, the true in-between. - But many people think of shadow people as dark, evil, demons and honest, sincere people believe this to be so and for them, it is. "But just for a moment visit the other side and look at humans, light beings, through the eyes of a shadow person. Is what we see as the shadow as horrifying as the way humans see us? Do we also feel threatened? As a Shadow Being, I give you a resounding Yes!"


"Many are afraid, and with their fear danger, create real harm, real danger is created. Those on both sides do this. Evil is not light or dark, Evil is the child of fear."

 

Shadow also reminded me about 3 of my favorite "Smart Guys" Plato, Sigmund Freud, and Carl Jung and how they glowed with the light of understanding.

 

He said Plato wrote one of his allegories about a cave, and how that cave influenced both Freud and Jung. He ended our one-way conversation with the simple direction to "go read it" So I did.

 

Basically it’s a comparative tale, speaking of perceptions and shadows.

 

Socrates suggested that perception is based on what we see, while fears are the essence of what we don’t see. He also explains that perceptions are often incomplete unless we are willing to break the chains of what we know and examine the unseen. He then used a parable to explain his meaning.

 

He begins his tale by asking us to imagine that we are chained within a cave facing a blank wall. We have been there since birth, as were or parents and grandparents before us. That cave is our world, it is all we know.

 

We see shadows projected on that blank wall. Yet if we look into the darkness behind us, we see nothing; we realize that shadows only exist when revealed by light. The shadows are our perception of reality. This is our world and we are content.

 

Socrates proposes that if those chains were broken, if we could freely walk about and choose the world we live in, that many will remain in the comfort of our cave and our reality of shadows. Yet many would realize those chains that held them prisoner, were not chains of metal, but chains of fear. That group would leave the shelter of the cave and venture into the unknown and gain a deeper, more complete perception of reality.

 

That cave is our limitations, our boundaries that both self and society place on our thoughts, our actions, and yes, our very being. While many choose to remain bound by fears, many will also willingly take that leap of faith and fly beyond that limited perception of what is.

 

Sigmund Freud was one of the first who attempted to analyze the shadows of the human psyche. His focus was only with the physical side of our psyche; while his understudy and respected friend, Carl Jung included the spiritual self.

 

Shadow then spoke of Freud, who defined two kinds or aspects of shadow - both were rejections by conscious though (true definition of ego) - He explained that while Shadow is a hint of reality, If our conscious self sees it as not good enough to be identified with, it will be rejected and placed outside of our physical world. Freud described this type of Shadow “like a flooded basement full of repressed urges.”

 

His second type of Shadow is composed of things rejected for being “too good.” It’s too good to be true so it’s denied. He called the two shadows, the shadow of darkness, and the shadow of light.

 

My Shadow Self then presented Carl’ Jung’s view on “Shadows” as representing that part of us which is unconscious, repressed, undeveloped, and denied. Jung says Shadow is neither good nor bad, but simply a way our mind is able to bring into harmony our conscious or visible personality traits with the unconscious and hidden part of self.

 

Shadow ended his diatribe with “We Shadow Beings, are not Saints nor are we Demons, We are a hint of an unclear Reality, dressed in the cloud of mystery. He then turned to walk away, as he disappeared into the night, I heard Shadow say; “While most view candle as a giver of light, it is much more, “To dispel confusion and fear one should light the candle of understanding.”


 


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