Posted on June 7, 2007 in Myths & Mysticism Reflections Uncertainty
So Maggs wants to know how I am….
The hero’s journey, we are told by [[Joseph Campbell]] and others, involves a place where one encounters monsters. By monsters, I mean creatures which do not eat the person. I’d love to meet some monsters in my life, but all I run into on this line are ogres. Ogres grind your bones for their bread. They pose no special challenges other than dodging their clubs. They are boring in the extreme if sometimes histrionic. You win no special prizes for meeting up with ogres because they are banal and all around us.
A few months past my life was filled with ogres who told me that I shouldn’t use my blog for exploring my feelings. I was put on trial, told that I was insane. The strange part is that my therapist seems to feel that I am in better command of my feelings than many. (If she only knew?) My writing, she feels, is a way out of the box canyon where the ogres reside. Ogres don’t want to know about feelings other than drunkenness and control.
I wish I had a [[Scylla]] or a [[Sphinx]] to challenge me instead of mediocre spirit bruisers.
[tags]uncertainty,frustration,myth,mythic creatures,self-knowledge,identity[/tags]
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