Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Encounter With A Shadow
Geo.: Good Lord! Where'd you come from?
Ann: Oh, I've always been here. And you, do you come here often?
Geo: Well, it's my back yard, so yes. What I want to know is who you are.
Ann: I've been called many names in many languages: Astarte, Ishtar, Ashtoreth, Asherah, Uni-Astre or simply The Evening Star.
Geo.: You look like a lovely shadow freed from darkness, glowing, alive --more than alive.
Ann: What does that mean to you?
Geo.: Carl Jung wrote: "The encounter with the shadow is the 'apprentice-piece' in the individual's development but Anima is the 'masterpiece.'" May I call you Ann?
Ann: Sure. You're the expert.
Geo.: Expert? Surely not! I've never seen anything like you.
Ann: I meant language. You're a man. Men invented language.
Geo.: Huh? Uh why?
Ann: I was there, Geo. Human language emerged from mens' need to apologize for their mistakes.
Geo.: But don't we learn from our mistakes?
Ann: Yes, but it's a pretty stupid system --don't you think?
Geo.: Now that you mention it...say, is this a spiritual experience? Am I going to speak in tongues or anything?
Ann: Glossolalia? No, but your VW Bus will if you don't top the oil.
Geo: Write in tongues?
Ann: You mean graphalalia? No more than usual, but you will suffer ukulelea --the inability to accompany Hawaiian songs on a stringed instrument.
Ann: No, I'm just messing with you. And that "shadow" thing in your head...is that what you think I am?
Geo.: A very pretty shadow.
Ann: Nonsense. We all have egos and illusions but what if everybody really was better-looking than everybody else? What would we have then?
Ann: Bingo. When you see me, you see a sort of blue apparition in the night sky. What do you see behind and around me?
Geo: The darkness of the whole universe.
Ann: That's my shadow, kid. G'night!