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Dream People: Horses’ Dream

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“We stand on a peak of consciousness, believing in a childish way that the path leads upward to yet higher peaks beyond. That is the chimerical rainbow bridge. In order to reach the next peak we much first go down into the land where the paths begin to divide.” Jung

“Mentalities can not be changed by decree, because they are based on memories, which are almost impossible to kill. But it is possible to expand one’s memories by expanding one’s horizons, and when that happens, there is less chance that one will go on playing the same old tunes for ever and repeating the same mistakes.” T Zeldin

We always think that we can make a straight line in spite of our shortcomings, but they will weigh very heavily and often derail before we reach our goal because we have neglected our tail-ends.” Jung

All to say that horses, and our specific interaction with them, are ‘dream people’

of a new form, a new representation of the Centaur and Mare-headed goddess.

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Horse Deity

Narcissus

“When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world”  John Muir

The dark horse is stabled in the child …. that ride up the hill of Heaven …. William Gass

And so you may have chanced on the story of the youth who, looking into a pool, fell in love with his own image and was transformed into a flower, Narcissus.

But the metamorphosis doesn’t stop there: we have become whatever we look at and vice versa and one of the most transcending examples is the horse and related myth of the centaur, half horse, half man – not even half the story, for we become the horse and the horse becomes man.

Photographed by John W. Hay

For instance, we even learn to talk the language of the horse, ‘Horse,’ understanding that the horse perceives us as a horse, too, and has come to imitate our movements, arms becoming legs that then correspond to the horse’s four.

Moreover, horse is no donkey, but, nevertheless,  wonders what on Earth happened to our ears, flattened back  reflecting our permanent discontent. And yet  he is quick enough to notice that fingers have been added to our front hooves that signal movement and interest in much the same way ears should. He accepts Nature.   Man becomes one with the herd.

So know this: when, by chance, you meet a horse, he may have come for you as your soul mate to accompany you, heaven-wards…  and, though, the way be hard and you might come to forget this, look into the pool again and you will see, remember and understand.

"Don't cry for the horses
That life has set free
A million white horses
Forever to be

Don't cry for the horses
Now in God's hands
As they dance and they prance
To a heavenly band

They were ours as a gift
But never to keep
As they close their eyes
Forever to sleep

Their spirits unbound
On silver wings they fly
A million white horses
Against the blue sky

Look up into heaven
You'll see them above
The horses we lost
The horses we loved

Manes and tails flowing
They Gallop through time
They were never yours
They were never mine

Don't cry for the horses
They will be back someday
When our time has come
They will show us the way

On silver wings they will lift us
To the warmth of the sun
When our life is over
And eternity has begun." ( Author unknown)


Key (w)holes or Stairways to Heaven

In Bollingen, silence surrounds me almost audibly, and I live “in modest harmony with nature.” Thoughts rise to the surface which reach back centuries, and accordingly anticipate a remote future … my ancestors’ souls are sustained …. since I answer for them the questions that their lives once left behind. I carve out rough answers as best I can. … It is as if a silent, greater family, stretching down the centuries, were peopling the house. (MDR, P 237) Jung p 36

When we fight for the soul and its life, we receive as reward not fame, not wages, not friends but what is already in the soul, a freshness that no one can destroy. This soul truth, which young people pick up somewhere, sustains them. It assures the young man or woman that if not rich, he or she is still in touch with truth; that his inheritance comes not from his immediate parents but from his equals thousand of generations ago; that the door to the soul is unlocked; that he does not need to please the doorkeeper, but that the door in front of him is his, intended for him, and that the doorkeeper obeys when spoken to. Robert Bly, P 46

It is not easy to answer your question about the “Island of Peace.” I seem to have quite a number of them, a sort of peaceful archipelago. Some of the main islands are: my garden, the view of the distant mountains, my country place where I withdraw from the noise of the city, my library. Also small things like books, pictures, and stones. Jung p 37

A juxtaposition of perspectives in the form of a spiral staircase

When you walk out into Nature you have basically two way of creating dialogue. First you can simple turn off the beaten track and discover a Sacred Aisle or place that speaks to you across time, or you can get stuck in and actually create one. What you see in front of you is a spiral staircase made of earth, trees and stones that connects two terraces. Each of the terraces is quite different, one old and unchanged, the other, newer with recent plantings  of introduced trees and flowers. It is a very, very  long walk to get from one to the other, to the next higher level and, by the time you get there, you are getting weary and tend to have forgotten where you have come from and lost the impression of what you experienced. Hence, the spiral stairway makes it possible to compare and contrast the two levels very quickly, as you ascend,  jarring the senses and lifting you upward. The twisting movement causes you to adjust your stride, grasp, hold on, fear falling, to be drawn into the different something… a camellia horseshoe, guarded by two old orange trees… just time to make a wish that will sweep you off your feet.

The Magic Mountain of Grace

I was to ascend this enormous mountain! I no longer knew which was bigger, I or the mountain. With a tremendous puffing, the wonderful locomotive shook and rattled me up to the dizzy heights where ever-new abysses and panoramas opened up before my gaze, until at last I stood on the peak in the strange thin air, looking into unimaginable distances. “Yes,” I thought, “this is it, my world, the real world, the secret, where there are no teachers, no schools, no unanswerable questions, where one can be without having to ask anything.” Jung 31

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.” Edward Abbey

“Any road followed precisely to its end leads precisely nowhere. Climb the mountain just a little bit to test it’s a mountain. From the top of the mountain, you cannot see the mountain.”


Distant view of Mt Graça

See anything? Nothing at all? Not there in the distance, perhaps? Try projecting yourself forward, relax your eyes and senses … and feel it. For what you are looking for is not really out there but within you… yes, let yourself go and dream your dream.

Not quite that easy, you are thinking.

Well, you may be pleased to know that Mt. Graça (the mountain of grace) really exists to help you get tuned in  (click on the photo).  She is a very feminine mountain, smoothly rounded,  that has a way of changing color, disappearing and reappearing when you least expect. She is also decked in rainbows and thunder and lightening storms. And last, but, not least, she is enchanting – it is so easy to be entranced by her and heaven swept.  And so I,  entranced,  share her dream with you.

And she would reunite YOU with YOUR own MOUNTAIN OF GRACE, all the countless blessings you have been gifted with and she would tell you that YOU are incredibly lucky and one of G/god’s most appreciated children.

Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So … get on your way.” Dr, Seuss