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Raven (the dear!) sent this photograph the other day and I was instantly attracted to it. Not because of the men (although they are a handsome lot)* but something else, something my psyche resonated with before consciousness could conclude the wherefore. I started analyzing the attraction and soon connected the dots: the portrait conveys the archetype of The Five Friends. It goes by a few names, such as ‘The Five Man Band” or ‘The Team”. Each member of the group carries a certain characteristic. None would do well on their own, but together they compliment and balance each other to create a working entity. It illustrates Psyche with its Ego trying to make sense of the complexes to run a good show.

The Leader. In every group no matter how egalitarian it tries to be one rises to the rank of ‘head honcho’. Our ape genes demand it. He – or she – is Ego of the group; he is the coordinator and decision-maker. He often referees the ructions that arise among the group. Sometimes one of the others in the group tries to become The Leader or serves temporarily as The Leader, but in a good group The Leader stays and grows in abilities.

In the photo I imagine The Leader is the fellow second from the left, calm and slightly ahead of the others. He’s wearing some sort of mitts to imply his difference in rank, and that he does the dirty work.

The Lancer. This fellow serves as the antagonist or the foil to The Leader. He’s abrasive, argumentative, and often a pain in the drain to The Leader. He’s The Leader’s Shadow-side. The Lancer keeps The Leader on his/her toes, and makes sure the boss doesn’t do stupid things. They often fight and in several stories The Lancer often takes off in disgust or he/she tries to become The Leader. Usually by the end of the tale The Lancer returns, they reconcile, and both are the better for it.

In the photo I imagine The Lancer on The Leader’s left. The middle fellow looks a bit haughty and less formal looking in his stance. Right after the photo is taken he probably does some sort of outrage.

The Heart. Sometimes called The Soul, this is the one who carries the group’s values, the morals, and the ideals. If there is a point to the group, he/she points out justice and ascertains they do the right thing. Few fight with The Heart as they know he’s right.

In the photo I imagine The Heart is the fellow on the far right. He’s a bit off from the others, which gives him the perspective how the group is behaving.

The Big Guy. Every group needs muscle, some brute strength, to kick-butt in a fight. He’s not bright or thoughtful but he’s loyal and listens to the others knowing he’s not the brains of the bunch to lead or plan. The others poke fun at his lack of finesse but they need his Warrior energy. In adventure stories he’s often the one that gets hurts or killed which brings out the love the others have for the big lummox.

In the photo I imagine the capless chappie on the far left must be The Big Buy, based on his height and broad chest out.

The Smart One. He’s not strong nor big and he knows it. He’s not good in a fight. In Dungeons and Dragons he’s the mage in the back making magic while the others are in front fighting. He’s the brains of the group, the one who thinks and tells the others what’s going on. He devises the plan. While The Leader and The Foil tend to butt heads, The Smart One’s antagonist is The Big Guy, who often loathes The Smart One for his puniness. The Big One likes to play dirty tricks on the poor sod. However they make a staid couple knowing the other has what he lacks.

In the photo I imagine the shorter dude fourth from the left must be The Smart One. The Lancer and Leader keep him apart from The Big Guy lest there are ructions.

Next time you watch a movie and there are five people see if you can find these archetypes in the characters.

In STAR WARS The Smart One is played by the two droids.

Post-script: Does The Five Friends archetype resonate in The Board of Directors Here at Spo-reflections? Alas no. My blog’s psyche is rawhter lop-sided. First of all there are eight of them nor five. Second, they all jockey to be The Big Guy and/or The Foil and there is no Heart, worse luck. This makes me by default The Smart One although no one listens to me. Stirges.

*School teachers, perhaps.

Last night I watched ‘Hocus Pocus 2’ and I enjoyed it immensely. True I had to remind myself a few times this is a Disney movie for kids (the over the top acting) but there were some references for adults and queer folk too.* Then again I am biased. Urs Truly has quite the fondness for witches. They were and are integral to Hallowe’en and since it’s my favorite holiday, what’s not to love about them? Yes there lots of fairy tales in which they are monstrous but I smelled at rat from the get-go. I connected the dots early any woman with power or didn’t put up with the men-folk was labeled a witch. I’ve long enjoyed seeing Warrior Women kicking butt (mostly men’s) to get things done and not suffer fools. All the same, I enjoy stories of witches of all sorts, even the wicked ones. Halloween witches are cackling stereotypes with green skin with pointy noses with warts, but they know this is part of the fun.

Every generation gets the witches it wants. They have been there from the get go, including a reference in the Old Testament. Only up until lately they were lumped into the common category of evil and needed to be exterminated; nowadays they are seen less-depraved and more misinterpreted. Harry Potter-types witches (smart and clever) and Elpheba-types (slandered) come to mind. Of course thems who see anything pagan or powerful (or female) as in league of the devil. I was a big fan of “Bewitched’ which showed all the witches and warlocks far more clever and fun than the boring old Darrins and Tates of the world.**

Next weekend I will go to Home Depot and see if they have for sale something I failed to buy last Hallowe’en: an inflatable trio of witches at their cauldron, clacking clever things including lines from MacBeth. No doubt this will offend the pious in my the neighborhood but it’s in the job description of being a witch.

I wear my witch hat to give out the treats on All Hallow’s Eve. Some are taken aback seeing a man wearing a such, but care I not. The Magician is a powerful archetype, especially the female version of The Crone/The Sorceress/The Witch. The power of the archetype is nicely captured in the “Fractured fairy tales’ version of “Hansel and Gretel”. The witch, who turns children into aardvarks, admits she doesn’t know how to ride a broom. Gretel says she will teach her if the witch turns Hansel back into a boy. The witch asks how does she know how to ride a broom, she’s only a little girl. Gretel replies those famous words, almost out of Jungian psychology:

“Come now, there’s a little bit of the witch in all of us girls”

*The Sanderson Sisters stumble into a Sanderson Sisters costume contest. They lose to a trio of drag queens.

**All of Samantha’s relations are queer as folk can be. A lot of ink has been spilled on this topic.

Urs Truly was taught and trained in the axiom dreams mean something. Dr. Freud made mistakes – a few of the howlers – but he was spot-on the contents of dreams are able to tell us things of which we are not conscious. Some dreams, anyway. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar and sometimes what’s parading around in your pumpkin in the wee hours of night is just scramble. [1] Dream interpretation done in the Freudian way is reductive viz. taking all the vague and disguised contents and distilling them down to an unconscious wish. [2] Spo-fans know I am a Jungian. Jung took a different approach to dreams. He used them like springboards to expand into conscious exploration. Dreams sometimes are personal (the Personal Unconscious) but often archetypal, something he called The Collective Unconscious.[3] Both fellows tried to make sense of something mankind has always been fascinated with: why do we dream and what do they mean? All cultures took dreams seriously. The Old Testament has Joseph providing dream analysis to Pharaoh to guide him in his life choices.

Of course all this was so, prior to learning how the brain works. We still don’t know exactly why we dream – or why we need sleep for that matter – but the most recent science supports the brain needs sleep to clean out the crap and form connections and memories: it’s down time to repair and coalesce. As neuroscience advances, the contents of dreams become less important compared to the form. [4] Other than some booklets for sale at the grocery store check out line with titles like ‘What your dreams mean’, no one seems interested anymore in dream analysis. Rather, they obsess with getting enough sleep and ‘REM’ time.

Mind! There is little if any good supportive evidence the content of dreams means anything; this is based on countless cases throughout time of folks/analysands making great insights to their worker of dreams. It isn’t science.

The notion dreams are just neuronal firing at night as the brain trying to repair and cleanse itself is both a comfort and a disappointment. I’m glad we are focusing on getting enough sleep. All the same there is a loss of individual humanity to throwing out looking at dream contents. No one dreams the same way and no one’s dream’s contents mean the same thing. They are as individual as fingerprints. I find it sad not using this unique and potentially knowledge-bringing tool delegated to the bottom of the medical tool box. Patients do not come to me anymore to do dream analysis; they come it get meds.

When I first entered Jungian psychoanalysis the psycholgist asked me a few preliminary questions and then said ‘tell me your dreams’. He was trying in his way to get to know me as an individual. It felt intimate.

Although I practice good sleep hygiene and am careful to get enough sleep, I seldom remember my dreams and when I do they are as mish-mashed as my hummingbird brain, no surprise. Once in awhile I get a ‘proper dream’ that makes me sit up and think and expand and learn about something.

So long as some folks are curious to learn about themselves, dream analysis remains in the tool box, not the most important one anymore but still a good one.

[1] Medicines serotonin-based like antidepressants are notorious for causing dreaming side effects. The two adjectives I often hear about are ‘vivid’ and ‘weird’. I tell thems dreaming on duloxetine to pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.

[2] Nearly always about sex or death. It’s pretty predictable.

[3] Overall more interesting and more fun than reducing everything down to child-parent conflicts.

[4] For thems who poo-poo the notion ‘dreams mean something’: a common symptom in Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is recurring nightmares of the trauma or something similar to it. This is the wounded brain valiantly trying to work through the memory but unable to resolve the matter. Don’t tell folks with trauma-related dreams theirs don’t mean anything.

Note: this one came to mind as I watched the BBC news. This morning Paul B. (the dear!) sent an email suggesting I write on the same topic. The change of a monarch is on many minds today. Spo

I think it was Robertson Davies who said the best government (at least from a psychological point of view) is a socialist monarchy. This gives folks a conscious collective of fairness and a monarch who fills the archetypal need for King/Queen energy in our lives. Humans can’t help but create a King. Anthropologists say we are social simians we need hierarchy to get things done. Jungians (like myself) see the necessity of someone to represent and resonant with our inner King/Queen archetype.

Like everyone else, the late Queen was the only personification of King/Queen energy I have ever known. I cannot imagine what a change in Incarnation is like. Being English by history.* Mind! My ability to write with any expertise about Queen Elizabeth II’s passing and how this effects The Psyche of her subjects is going to be a weak endeavor. I have always resonated with Great Britain as personified by the monarchy but this hardly qualifies me to comment with expertise on the event. I am discussing the archetypal energies, not the actual monarchs.

From a Jungian point of view, the energies are shifting from ‘Queen’ back to ‘King’ again, and that is no small matter. What stays the same is the ‘age’ element. There isn’t the usual Old One dying and passing on the King Energy to The Young Prince. Curious too is Charles’ plan on keep his name and not become George VII. That too is significant; he isn’t going to emulate his grandfather. **

I will be curious to see how The Collective Psyche of the U.K. and the Commonwealth – and thems who are attune to King/Queen energy by proxy will react to this change of the archetypal figure head. I would advise the new guy now surmounted by the crown and task to emulate as much King Energy (watch the Shadow side!) as possible. Get out from under his late parent’s shadow (pun intended) to channel King energy his way as best he can. It is no small task especially after following such a long and beloved holder of the Energy. He needs to stop being Prince Charles and be King, utilizing Sage Energy as well as he can muster.

I am curious to hear from The Spo-fans who are subjects of Her – oops make that His – Majesty if I am even close to saying something or is it all rubbish.

P.S. My middle name is Charles. I am pleased as Punch from a personal reason he kept it.

*Spos ran around England from ~1066-1630 and the first five generations of Spos on North American soil they saw themselves as English-types, not Americans. This is deep archetypal energies indeed.

**For thems who don’t know English history, Charles I and II were rawther interesting fellows with rawther colorful histories. While we complain about royal shenanigans there is a part of us that loves seeing our monarchs acting out our fantasies. I hope Charles III does the name good.

Note: this one has Jungian Psychology. The Board of Directors Here at Spo-Reflections loathes this sort of entry. This is a puzzlement as they are archetypes themselves, so why the fuss? I suppose they are mad-jealous. The Greek gods are, on the whole, are more interesting than thems in Asgard, and they regularly wash. Spo.

I’ve been thinking lately on Hades, Lord of the underworld in the Greek Pantheon. I am not sure why he’s coming front on stage in my consciousness but thems trained in Jungian psychology go with whose around and see what they are trying to say here.

People put a lot of glory to Gaia, or The Earth Goddess, or The Great Mother – whatever name floats your boat – but underneath the fertile feminine, deep down at the base of things, is the masculine Lord of the Underworld. She rules the subconscious but he rules the unconscious, and carries Shadow energy more often than she does.

Hades gets a lot of bad press. Modern folks, who see gods as either all good or all bad, tend to dress Hades up as the Greek version of Satan, full of malice and diabolical machinations, which he is not. He did his job which is running the underworld – where all go, good or bad. He did this with dignity and he wasn’t one to run around doing shenanigans like his younger brothers, Zeus and Poseidon.* There is that myth of him abducting Persephone for a wife, but the actual tale shows a) this was arranged by Zeus (the real villain of the piece) and b) he was a faithful spouse who loved his wife with whom he ran the underworld in partnership. Not bad that – and for a Greek god !

I find Mr. Hades’ attributes attractive. He takes his lot and makes what he can from it. He holds his role with dignity and he does it without fuss and drama. He allows others like Gaia/Demeter to take the glory and adoration while he takes satisfaction with a job well done. He doesn’t need direct worship, but keeps people on their toes that regardless what you do in life, he is yours in the end, so do the right thing and make your life and each day count.

Finally he has a cool pet, the three-headed dog Cerberus, the name can be interpreted as ‘spotted animal” so his dog is literally named “Spot”. The guy has a wry sense of humor to boot.

*As the oldest child of Chronos and Rhea, by birthright he should have been in charge, but he and his two brothers drew lots for the ruler of the sky, the sea, and the earth – and he came in third. Rather than throwing a hissy fit he took his fate fair and square.

I was recently asked ‘Are you a story teller?” I had to pause, to first clarify what the inquisitor meant. By her definition, no, I am not a Storyteller. I tell a lot of stories, but I don’t do this for a living nor is it one of my main Archetypes of my psyche. However, it is a vital part of my psyche. Worse luck it isn’t more active.

The archetype of The Storyteller is an ancient one. Since the dawn of time mankind has used stories to entertain and explain things. Hearing the words ‘once upon a time” conjures up nostalgia of childhood memories of our elders telling us tales that were not true but contained Truth. Most of us never grow out of our need for stories.  Savvy leaders know telling a story gets others’ attention far better than merely telling the facts. 

I love stories. I recently wrote about ‘Star Wars’. For all its special effects it is merely another version of The Hero’s Journey. This is no accident. Mr. Lucas carefully planned it out this way, down to the now iconic opening:  

“A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away”.  

It sounds like a bedtime story. 

I have plenty of memorized stories from my youth, and I have a handful of my own, and a few I think are mine but it turns out they are not.* Alas, Babylon! I don’t have an audience. I am like an eager actor with no stage. Long gone are the days when I was in Boy Scouts when I was called upon to tell tales by campfire (I wasn’t good at knots but I told a keen ghost story). The niblings are no longer interested in Uncle Spo’s tales.  I want to wear a button “Ask me to tell you a story”.   

People nowadays don’t seem as interested in stories, let alone adore The Story Teller. Mostly they want to talk about themselves or they have the attention span of a goldfish: they want you to get to the point. I may be one of The Last of The Mohicans (there’s a good story!) who relish sitting back and hearing someone tell a story. I wish my job gave me more time for such, for folks have many tales to tell. 

It is no wonder I listen to a lot of podcasts like “Myths and Legends” and my book shelves are full up with fiction and folk tales and such. There’s nothing like a Saturday night at Heorot Johnson II for hearing The Board of Directors Here at Spo-reflections lay out a saga or an edda. **  

One of the niceties of having a headful of stories is even when no ones wants to hear them, at any moment I can recall them for myself. Indeed, at life’s end, when I have few resources upon which to entertain myself, I only have to conjure up Bilbo Baggins or Jerome the Frog or Pippi Longstalking or even Odysseus (in a pinch) and I am comforted. 

*Sometimes I catch myself telling a vignette that I think is personal, only to realize it was something that was told to me. Just hate when that happens. 

**Slater-Wotan tells a fine yarn – provided he is not too deep in his cups. Herbert, on the other hand, bores us to tears with his ‘adventure stories’ in accounting. 

The Board of Directors Here at Spo-reflections has the illustrative job of managing my writing, but not of my daily doings. Good thing too. Come into my mind and see how the rest of me functions, at least from a symbolic perspective. Spo

Every once in a while (when I remember to do so) I take inventory of all the complexes in my psyche and decide which one shall sit next to the Ego as my righthand man to guide me through the season. These complexes are symbolized by archetypal characters, men and women from literature, legends, the movies, and from my life. Think of Star Trek with Captain Kirk or Picard with his crew. He takes council from all but he has a main assistant. In one version it is Spock; in another it is Riker. For Spo-fans unfamiliar with the Star Trek, envision a CEO sitting at the head of the table, with board members sitting left and right down the table.

Serving the role of Right-hand Man for some time has been ‘Dale’. Dale is a friend, a social worker, who is a patient loving man, very good with his therapy clients, particularly when they are being angry or difficult. When I encounter such types in my work or in public, I channel Dale and try to act similar. All the other characters chime in of course. The Child usually votes to shrink away, not liking angry interactions. The Logical one (an amalgam of Spock, Data, The Scientist, and my Uncle Ed) wants to get the one upset ‘to see reason’. They are all heard but as CEO I usually vote to follow Dale’s example – minus his horrible tendency for puns (oh the horror).

In 2022 I think my righthand man will be The Stoic. The Stoic doesn’t lack feelings, he just doesn’t act out on them. He sees obstacles, conflict, etc. not as impediments, but as the way things are. In Stoicism there is something close to optimism. It is a sense that despite what is happening to you, you will get through it somehow. The Stoic has less nurturance than Dale (and no puns either), but has, how do I say this, more implacable doggedness to persevere, despite what is happening.

The CEO in me will make the executive decision to move The Stoic up to the first chair on the righthand side of him, asking Dale to sit on his left now, but no further down the line. The Anxious One, better or worse always a Board member, is demoted to the end of the table. No matter what is proposed or happens, he immediately jumps up in hysterics and pushes the panic button. I can’t dismiss him, but with The Stoic on my right and Dale on my left I can choose another path than panic and worse-case scenarios.

Note: this one was written on day in which I had far too many patients with Borderline Personality Disorder. These types can be rawther draining, especially if they are back to back in the schedule. It was very hard for Mr. CEO/Ego to keep from sucking up all their emotional shenanigans. Happily, The Stoic and Dale kept me going. All the same, Mr. CEO is having a private performance evaluation session this evening with The Hedonist over a snort. See you tomorrow for Wendesday’s Ws.

I recently heard a story I quite liked. In the tale, The Buddha, during his attempts to cut out the rubbish and become enlightened, is pestered by the demon Mara. After becoming enlightened, Mara doesn’t give up but drops by from time to time, apparently still trying to throw The Buddha into distraction. The Buddha’s buddies want him to fight Mara either to slay him or at least get him to stop popping by. Rather, Mr. Buddha asks Mara in for tea, and the two have tea together. The story doesn’t say Mara gets bored or discouraged to the point he goes away, but there is some ‘closure’ Mara is tamed to the point The Buddha stays stable.


The lesson here isn’t about the healing powers of tea, although I will add making a pot of tea is a panacea for all moods and situations. The main point to the story is Mara and other demons seldom go away and they are not vanquished through combat. Indeed, fighting seems to just make them more powerful. Jung repeatedly said one cannot eliminate Shadow and to try is folly. Rather, like Mara (a Shadow figure) get to know where it is and learn its lessons. Patients often want anxiety to go away but fail to stop to learn its lessons, what it is trying to tell us. Never let a good crisis go to waste.

Since it is Christmas time, I will also share a story from Switzerland about St. Gallus, who did his own version of tea with Mara.

Centuries ago St. Gallus went to the mountains of Switzerland to preach to the pagans and convert them to Christianity. No one would house him, so he found a cave to set up shop. He moved in and felt fortunate. However, he discovered living in the back of the cave was a large truculent bear, well over four feet. There were ructions. The bear would not leave and Gallus could not beat the bear in a fight. St. Gallus sat down with the bear and they struck a bargain: the bear would allow him to stay in the cave and in return Gallus would provide their food and fire. The bear would gather the firewood and Gallus would protect the bear from the locals who wished the bear dead.

I am trying better to invite my demons in for tea (I have heaps) and to live with the bears in my brain. They are not going to leave. Understanding what they are and what lessons they provide is a good thing.

My savings throw against The Angst Monster failed mightily this week.* At work I have fears about an unpredictable possibly violent patient. There is some anxiety induced by the buyout by The Overlords. At home I have concerns about upcoming events, including a flight to Michigan. I won’t watch the news anymore, as it is all ‘too much’. Everything seems to evoke emotions of helplessness and hopelessness. All challenges my training and my philosophy and my coping skills.

One of the most ancient and popular story-lines is “Slaying the Monster”. This universal stencil is seen in countless stories, tales, and movies. Slaying the monster is an archetype about coming to terms with The Shadow and its personifications. Here are the basics:

There is a monster in the area. It is usually not recognized as such right away. Complacent folk are not aware of it at first; the evidence is denied, dismissed, or deemed done by something else. In time the monster makes itself known and folks finally connect the dots it really is so. Folks (or The Hero) go to battle with the monster and its ilk and allies. The monster looks defeated and there is a sense of closure – only for the monster to return even worse than before. The scales tip and the prognosis turns grim; the monster is certain to ‘win’. Then – when things looks the bleakest – The Hero(s) find a solution and the monster is finally slain. Life goes back to normal, or a ‘new normal’, based on the experience. The Hero and the people are changed in some ways, hopefully for the wiser.

In the 20th century “Slaying the monster” stories became less resolute. The angst of the 20th century translated them into more pessimistic tales: one can not kill the monster but only squelch it for awhile. The Monster keeps coming back. This is reflected in all those horror films franchises with their never-ending sequels (think Michael from ‘Halloween” or the Godzilla movies).** Heroes come and go yet the Monster stays. As the newsman on The Onion says: “this sh-t never ends”.

While we want to slay the monster, make sure it is dead, this sort of closure only occurs in fairy tales. Fairy tales are comforting they assure us Good triumphs and Justice prevails. Dr. Jung and The Stoics would disagree. Jungians never ask “is there a monster (Shadow)?’ but ask ‘where is Shadow now?” For The Stoics, the monsters aren’t the obstacle in the way, the monsters are the way. Life is a series of whack-a-mole Hydra-headed monsters. Being conscious of our monsters makes them paradoxically manageable. We will endure – somehow – all monster attacks; our saving throws suffice. This isn’t much comfort but it is the best there is. I hope it is enough for me, anyway.

*In ‘Dungeons and Dragons’, when your character is attacked by a monster, you the player get to roll a twenty-sided dice for something called a ‘saving throw”. This means you’ve managed to dodge the attack. Perhaps that fire-breathing dragon was too far to the left, or the nasty gnome’s sling shot deflected off the tip of your shield. If you fail the throw, you get the full hit of the incoming weapon. Big monsters like demons, dragons, and Texas legislators often have a high saving throw number between 18-20. Stirges, by the way, have a saving throw of 6, which is surprisingly low.

**A curious solution to the problem of the unstoppable Monster is to render it less odious. Godzilla started out as a deadly take-no-prisoners entity that was slowly translated over time to become a protector-guardian type, not only of Japan but of the planet. He’s on our side! Another example is Mr. Lovecraft’s Cthulhu who regularly shows up in humorous and cute toys and Christmas ornaments. If you can’t defeat the monster, declaw it or make it cute. These are not bad options.

I thought to write on the topic of running away. It would be a ‘serious’ entry, so I ran it by The Board of Directors Here at Spo-reflections for their thoughts and approval. Herbert, the archivist, reminded me I did something like this in 2012. I could not interpret this as ‘ja or nay’ so I went ahead with it. It’s been on my mind anyway. Spo

Back when I was smaller and people were taller I often longed to run away. Sometimes this was a positive longing to see far-off better-than-this-place lands. If Alice, Milo, Lucy, and Dorothy could do it, why oh why can’t I? Most of the time it was a negative desire. It came up whenever could not bear being part of the general idiocy and disappointment that was reality. It had an element of cowardice to it. Rather than face my fears (school, state, nation, the world) I would withdraw and not deal with any of it. I would fall into a book or go the inner compartment of my mind where no one has ever entered. 

The emotion to run away and withdraw has been lately stronger than ever. I felt after the last presidential election things were getting a little better but they have not. I don’t have data to support this, but I sense it is only going to become worse. The desire to close the door, lock it from within, and throw away the key is as strong as it has ever been. 

I call this complex “The Dark Fairy”.  In many fairy tales and stories there is some magical malevolent entity or people calling the protagonist to join them in their land, of so different and faraway from here. The Odyssey has The Sirens. The Japanese have Yuki-onna, the Snow Woman. Here are some examples in poetry and song:

From the poem “Stolen Child”, by Yeats:

‘Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.’

The movie ‘Hocus Pocus’:

‘Come little children 

I’ll take thee away 

Into a land of enchantment 

Come little children 

The time’s come to play 

Here in my garden of shadows.’

Curious how many of these calls involve music and singing, and a sort of hypnotism. No matter how alluring it sounds, one should not go that route.  Succumbing to the sonorous sounds of The Dark Fairy does not result in peace but madness or death.

Milo, Alice, Dorothy, and Lucy all come back from their escape from boring problematic reality to see ‘real life’ better than they thought it was. That’s the right way to withdraw. You return, you don’t stay there.  

“Well, I would like to make another trip but I really don’t know when I’ll have the time. There’s just so much to do right here” 

Emerson said “Always do the thing you are afraid of” and Marie Curie said “Nothing in life is to be feared but understood”. May their bright songs outsing and outshine the call of The Dark Fairy and her ilk.

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