Forwarded from Hero'sJourneyReturn [Aarongorn]
I was asked to give a little more detail on to how ‘shadow’ & the Underworld experience manifests in our lives. Here’s an answer:
‘Shadow’ is basically describing aspects of consciousness that, for many different reasons, we have shoved into the category of “negative”, or “bad”., or generally “not to be experienced”. This happens primarily in childhood… let’s say the child shows anger or sadness, but the parent/s cannot cope with & discourage/ punish that valid and legitimate expression of consciousness.
Children are extremely susceptible to the moods and reactions of their caregivers and will often repress these emotions, bottling them up. Imagine an adult who has no way to express anger when appropriate, or sadness when life calls for that season. What tends to happen is that the repressed emotion is projected into the “out there” so that the Self can have what needs to be felt and transmuted (alchemised, purified) reflected back to itself. So we may encounter an “angry” person, or a “sad person” that allows us an opportunity to experience that thing and then re-cognise it within ourselves.
Or, another route the unexpressed energy can take is through taking over completely that being’s consciousness. The bottled up aggression or sadness possesses an individual, for as long as necessary, before they can learn to surrender to and no longer deny their winters (depressions/ rage-fulness etc).
You can thus see how ‘Shadow’ can affect us through two ways:
1. “out there”, where we project our disowned and denied “negative” aspects of our whole onto the world and others - this also may appear in the situations we find ourselves in: losing your job; Losing a loved one; becoming injured or Ill in some way; I.e. the physical, tangible, outer experience that then causes suffering on an internal level. We are forced (I feel by Divine Design) into a Winter-like experience; one of reflection and introspection through our outer environment.
As Above, So Below, As Within, So Without
2. If there is shadow “out there”, then there too must be shadow within. We also have the inner shadow experiences: grief; anxiety; uncertainty; addiction and the feeling of being a slave to something etc. Whilst we may know that we are all indeed going through the ‘black dog’ times when we feel these things, most often the root causes of these feelings/ conditions remain hidden (in our Shadow).
Because these things are “black”/ “negative”/ “yin”/ “unconscious”/ “lunar”, they are outside the bounds of our conscious, wilful, solar control, and so we must l-earn to surrender to them when we are inevitably called to journey in the Underworld again. Because it is only through those journeys below that we manage to grow the deep roots which allow us to reach for heaven.
These are the experiences which bring us low, but out of which we change and transform and they often help us to find greater meaning. I know for sure that were it not for my travels with addiction throughout life, I would still be living the mundane/ stereotypical life of a uninitiated hobbit, completely ignorant of what lies beyond the bounds of “the village” (I.e. the known). Only through suffering (shadow) did I hear the call to look more deeply into myself and into life and into my own shadow.
So beware anyone who tells you that those Underworld journeys, or legitimate expressions of emotion/ or Life, are in any way wrong, or an indication that you’re on a “bad path”, because they may just be preventing you from finding that key to your treasure trove - the lost aspects of Self.
I hope that brings a bit more clarity to a tricky (shadowy) subject
“No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.” ~ Jung
“Know thyself & you will know the universe and the gods” ~ the temple of Adelphi
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‘Shadow’ is basically describing aspects of consciousness that, for many different reasons, we have shoved into the category of “negative”, or “bad”., or generally “not to be experienced”. This happens primarily in childhood… let’s say the child shows anger or sadness, but the parent/s cannot cope with & discourage/ punish that valid and legitimate expression of consciousness.
Children are extremely susceptible to the moods and reactions of their caregivers and will often repress these emotions, bottling them up. Imagine an adult who has no way to express anger when appropriate, or sadness when life calls for that season. What tends to happen is that the repressed emotion is projected into the “out there” so that the Self can have what needs to be felt and transmuted (alchemised, purified) reflected back to itself. So we may encounter an “angry” person, or a “sad person” that allows us an opportunity to experience that thing and then re-cognise it within ourselves.
Or, another route the unexpressed energy can take is through taking over completely that being’s consciousness. The bottled up aggression or sadness possesses an individual, for as long as necessary, before they can learn to surrender to and no longer deny their winters (depressions/ rage-fulness etc).
You can thus see how ‘Shadow’ can affect us through two ways:
1. “out there”, where we project our disowned and denied “negative” aspects of our whole onto the world and others - this also may appear in the situations we find ourselves in: losing your job; Losing a loved one; becoming injured or Ill in some way; I.e. the physical, tangible, outer experience that then causes suffering on an internal level. We are forced (I feel by Divine Design) into a Winter-like experience; one of reflection and introspection through our outer environment.
As Above, So Below, As Within, So Without
2. If there is shadow “out there”, then there too must be shadow within. We also have the inner shadow experiences: grief; anxiety; uncertainty; addiction and the feeling of being a slave to something etc. Whilst we may know that we are all indeed going through the ‘black dog’ times when we feel these things, most often the root causes of these feelings/ conditions remain hidden (in our Shadow).
Because these things are “black”/ “negative”/ “yin”/ “unconscious”/ “lunar”, they are outside the bounds of our conscious, wilful, solar control, and so we must l-earn to surrender to them when we are inevitably called to journey in the Underworld again. Because it is only through those journeys below that we manage to grow the deep roots which allow us to reach for heaven.
These are the experiences which bring us low, but out of which we change and transform and they often help us to find greater meaning. I know for sure that were it not for my travels with addiction throughout life, I would still be living the mundane/ stereotypical life of a uninitiated hobbit, completely ignorant of what lies beyond the bounds of “the village” (I.e. the known). Only through suffering (shadow) did I hear the call to look more deeply into myself and into life and into my own shadow.
So beware anyone who tells you that those Underworld journeys, or legitimate expressions of emotion/ or Life, are in any way wrong, or an indication that you’re on a “bad path”, because they may just be preventing you from finding that key to your treasure trove - the lost aspects of Self.
I hope that brings a bit more clarity to a tricky (shadowy) subject
“No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.” ~ Jung
“Know thyself & you will know the universe and the gods” ~ the temple of Adelphi
Www.herosjourneyreturn.com
https://news.1rj.ru/str/herosjourneyreturn
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We are all being confronted with our Shadows lately - and rightly so. It's time to bring everything into the Light.
That's not always a pretty process. In fact, it can be as ugly as ugly gets. But it all serves a purpose.
That's not always a pretty process. In fact, it can be as ugly as ugly gets. But it all serves a purpose.
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And as we work through these Shadows… as we quite literally traverse the Underworld and learn to face what “haunts” us…
We also learn to remember that we are Divine Beings.
Capable of anything.
Loved beyond measure.
And capable of radiating Love Beyond Measure.
We are not separate.
We need not be afraid.
Trust.
A pure heart is not one that has never done wrong,
Nor is it one that is clean as the wind-driven snow.
A Pure Heart is one that SEES CLEARLY
what
IS.
@TruthRascalHQ ✨💖✨
We also learn to remember that we are Divine Beings.
Capable of anything.
Loved beyond measure.
And capable of radiating Love Beyond Measure.
We are not separate.
We need not be afraid.
Trust.
A pure heart is not one that has never done wrong,
Nor is it one that is clean as the wind-driven snow.
A Pure Heart is one that SEES CLEARLY
what
IS.
@TruthRascalHQ ✨💖✨
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Forwarded from Laxermom
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE YULETIDE
Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen
Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.
A mantle of snow shone brightly that night
As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.
The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,
Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.
The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,
Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.
When low! The earth moved with a thunderous quake,
Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.
The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet
Then raced to the river where they usually meet.
“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,
As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.
“What caused the earth’s shudder? What caused her to shiver?”
They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.
Then what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.
It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,
Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.
Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,
There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,
A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,
Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.
As she passed by them the old crone’s perfume,
Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,
Made each of the fey folk think of the spring
When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.
“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed
in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,
“I’ve come to remind you, for you seem to forget,
that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”
“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,
The air isn’t filled with rich fragrant smells
Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,
Of cider that’s mulled or other hot brews.”
“There aren’t any children at play in the snow,
Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.
Have you forgotten, my children, the fun
Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”
She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,
As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.
Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,
“Come, my children,” she said, “Let’s play.”
They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,
Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.
They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.
They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.
They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,
In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.
They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,
Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.
Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,
Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,
The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree
And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree’s finery.
They were just reaching home when it suddenly came,
The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.
It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar
The golden-like sphere turned into a star.
The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,
“Happy Yuletide, my children,” she whispered. “Good night.”
Poem author C.C. Williford
Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen
Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.
A mantle of snow shone brightly that night
As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.
The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,
Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.
The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,
Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.
When low! The earth moved with a thunderous quake,
Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.
The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet
Then raced to the river where they usually meet.
“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,
As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.
“What caused the earth’s shudder? What caused her to shiver?”
They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.
Then what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.
It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,
Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.
Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,
There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,
A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,
Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.
As she passed by them the old crone’s perfume,
Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,
Made each of the fey folk think of the spring
When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.
“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed
in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,
“I’ve come to remind you, for you seem to forget,
that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”
“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,
The air isn’t filled with rich fragrant smells
Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,
Of cider that’s mulled or other hot brews.”
“There aren’t any children at play in the snow,
Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.
Have you forgotten, my children, the fun
Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”
She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,
As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.
Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,
“Come, my children,” she said, “Let’s play.”
They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,
Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.
They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.
They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.
They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,
In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.
They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,
Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.
Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,
Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,
The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree
And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree’s finery.
They were just reaching home when it suddenly came,
The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.
It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar
The golden-like sphere turned into a star.
The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,
“Happy Yuletide, my children,” she whispered. “Good night.”
Poem author C.C. Williford
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