unravelling

unravel

The process of undoing twisted or knotted threads can be quite shocking. Long held beliefs, understandings and emotions can suddenly be undone and left disconnected. Sealed boxes of experiences and memories are flung open, the contents pulled out and the worn fingers of time begin to pull them apart. What you are left with are some very weird dreams, spontaneous laughing and a lot more thinking and processing to do. These opened boxes need to stored away into a new place and that is not always easy.

dreams and realities

We do not live in a country, I think, we live in a world. We are not some disparate collection of arbitrarily drawn boundaries that divide us, but rather a beautiful tapestry of the intricate things that connect us. There is so little we do not share, and so many dreams we have in common.

...how powerful our dreams are, ...it is our dreams that tell us who we really are and what is important for us, ... they are our identity, our reality, our comfort in the dark night and our defence against the false paths strewn in front of us by a society that, so often, does not honour their wisdom. (ref: Paula Constant)

night

Night time sharpens,
heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses

Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And you live as you've never lived before

Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it secretly possess you
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness that you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night

Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world
Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before
Let your soul take you where you long to be
Only then can you belong to me

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write
The power of the music of the night

(Andrew Lloyd Webber)

Who watches over us?

In Norse mythology, a fylgia is a supernatual being who accompanies a person and is connected to their fate or fortune. Usually, it appears in animal form but can also appear in human form- normally the opposite sex of the person concerned. Fylgia or fetch are bound to a specific person for life and act as a guardian spirit.

In Ancient Greece, the daemons were divided into good and bad categories. The good would watch over humans and keep them out of trouble. Christian writers used this term and applied it to demons - nasty spirits associated with the devil.

Jung applied the terms anima/animus. For a female, her animus is in male form and represented the true inner self of an individual. It is the totality of the unconscious masculine psychological qualities possessed by a female. It manifests itself in dreams and also in how women relate to men and vice versa. This may be an over simplification - but I am still weary of Jung!