Halloween is the perfect spell for exploring evil visitations and how we unconsciously invite more fear-provoking ghouls into our everyday lives without really knowing or understanding why. In this seasonal blog post I shall be bringing to light the fate of the magician, otherwise known as the witch, healer, or shaman, for the alchemist has many names. To begin with I’ll briefly explore the terms ‘alchemy’ and ‘fate’ before delving into one of Jung’s richest passages that I’ve ever had the good fortune to stumble across.
The door is unlocked, spaces of light guide me in. All at once I sense
the room’s exposure, feel its vulnerability. A long deep breath of
weariness fills my ears. Trying to build up a narrative, my seeking
eyes search for all its yesterdays, yet the grey leaden ash invades,
deadening any hope of discovery.
Forsaken, there are too many shredded skins here. I lose it all so fast.
The room doesn’t know itself, nor do I. The dirt is too powerful. My
mind strains with unease searching for an order of which there is
none. The tarnished walls, filthy and foul speak, like voices under
water, muddying the air.
If I knew you were light
I would have peeled back
Your layers years ago
At the sky
Just for a taste of you
I would have opened you up
Like a blushing girl
Just to see
What lay beneath
The light in those eyes
I realise how crazy I must have looked
Rushing in like that
With my face all shiny with love
Firmly pressing my heart in your hand
No, really it’s too big just for me
I remember saying
And my writing hand needs a break
Besides, I’d really like to share
Oh look see how it suits you!
Honestly, it looks so good on you
And don’t worry
You’ll soon get used to the warmth