Tuesday, March 14, 2013. I woke up this dank and drizzly morning with a spasm. Once passed, I poured a bowl of Cheerios and went to my computer, which went on a loop for seven or eight boots before I finally had to call tech support and waste another two hours with a tech who was condescending and was more interested in selling me more product than fixing my computer. (BTW, I paid $169 for a year of tech support back in November for this unlimited luxury.)
Last night I had listened to her Spiritual Power, Spiritual Practice, which reminded me of the importance of pulling back my power. (I found the CD set in a box in my closet a couple weeks ago when I was looking for something else. It appears to be out of production at this time.) No wonder I snapped when those bowls fell out of the cupboard and when that ice cube fell on the floor! Caroline said if we “spend” all of our energy on trivial mishaps or old grudges, we will go into debt, and the first place we will borrow from is our creativity. And I needed my creativity today.
I had a rough draft of how I wanted to set up my Jung & Me page after researching and brainstorming last night, but even after hours of searching, I could not find any artwork for the page. I think it was the Universe who finally hit me on the head and said to create my own. Hmm, it’s about a mandala symbol, and I have a Mandala Healing Kit by Judith Cornell—been sitting right on that bookshelf four feet from me for probably five years, not to mention a fully loaded art case under my desk, which I have even stubbed my toe on a few times, both of them gifts from a special friend, but which always seemed to take the backseat to something more important. I cleared the table and cleared my mind and pulled out the art kits and put on my favorite “soft” CD: “Fairy of the Woods” by Gary Stadler. I relaxed, changed my focus, prayed, and shook off the negative energy from earlier. I sat at the table and contemplated the image in my mind, visualized the image of my soul from when I was a child, and looked through the stencils in my kit. But nothing resonated, really. I wanted to use any symbol but the cross. I knew the cross had nothing to do with my symbol.
But the Hindu symbol held no meaning for me. I wouldn’t even have known what it was if it weren’t labeled in the workbook. I really liked the Judaism symbol, and the Buddhism symbol reminded me of “wheels of a soul,” the cover of a book I saw on reincarnation. Hmm. The tao. It’s a yin and yang symbol. That’s suitable. But I already have artwork for that. And I really love the Native American symbol, and the Islam one too. I started tracing some of the stencils and just messed around with different ones. But none of them had the power to “activate” the image in my mind, until I finally drew a partial Native American religious symbol to make a cross, mind you. The rest took care of itself.
I immensely enjoyed the next couple of hours, in a “zone” of sorts, magical really, as I created an image on paper that really didn’t look like the image in my mind, yet I knew it felt right. When I finished, I was really pleased with it. Granted, it looked like a second-grader’s art project, and I can’t explain it, but I loved it.
From there I got online to find a corresponding quote from Jung about the symbol of the Self as a sphere, and instead I found Dr. G. Boeree’s quote, which expressed something I didn’t recall ever knowing—the cross as a symbol of the Self? I should have known that! But it just didn’t make sense until I read Boeree’s quote and looked back at my drawing. Uncanny! To draw the cross and then read about the cross in that quote was a synchronicity. And I took some odd comfort in knowing that the cross was not just a symbol of the Self for me, but was an archetype for the Self in what Jung called the collective unconscious; that is, as a collective archetype, and as a believer that all religions lead to the same God, it got me off the Christian hook.
Truly inspired, building the Jung & Me page was a wonderful experience, and through the process, the creative energy I “spent” this morning irritated with tech support has been deposited back into my account with interest. ♀ ♂