Look into the mirror of your soul,
come see yourself, just as you are!
For the hierophantic spark within
excites us to know ourselves well,
to discover our spiritual heritage,
finally become a magician of sorts.
Jupiter, King of the Gods and Sky,
heavenly witness to solemn oaths.
Twelve weeks ago, around the start of the year, I made a conscious decision to start something completely new in my life, I call it the Animus Diet. Yes, I appreciate that January and dieting tend to go hand-in-hand, however, this was an entirely different kind of diet because there would be no calorie counting or weighing scales involved. Not even a tape measure, as I attempted to slim down my overweight animus, ‘Brutus’ and build up my skinny anima, whom I refer to fondly as ‘Olive Oyl.’ It was only when I discovered the wonderful cartoons at the beginning and at the end of this article that I recognised the characters as archetypes for my inner masculine and feminine aspects. In the first part of this article Journey of Love: The Animus Diet I wrote about my initial thoughts, reflections and changes that I felt I needed to make and I explored a number of suggestions about how to put these in place. This article picks up where week four left off as I continue to explore my inner masculine/feminine imbalance. And so the animus diet continues.
I am a student of the unconscious,
a woman in search of her soul.
I seek the wisdom that knows,
without knowing how it knows.
Under the shelter of my dreams
with renaissance in her hands,
a dark-winged mother descends.
She will not seek or hunt for me,
I must keep up with her alone
and learn to trust the darkness.
The shaman is endlessly set apart
with terrifying initiation rites.
Dreams of dismemberment,
shadowed by re-memberment.
A symbolic death and rebirth
for the witch who travels along
mysterious, spiritual realms.
Where lost souls are retrieved
and returned to consciousness
for the everlasting walk of life.
The locked gates of Eden
I tear at January’s veil
And bawl down
Hard into my long
Hoping to birth
The Philosopher’s Stone
That inner haven
To live with pain
But take possession of it
And experience only
In the midst of all suffering