The Shadow/Alchemy

”He who wants to get insight and enlightenment in all truth,
think of God’s birth in himself,
in the depth of his soul.”

~ Meister Eckhart

This is my own musing on this…so not authoritative.

The lead is those shadow parts of our personality, the parts we don’t advertise too loud, the parts we don’t like.

These are the fortunate original materials with which we can work. If we do not have them (unlikely) or cannot recognise them (more likely) then we have nothing to fashion into gold.

Everyone sees this differently, the way to cure the malady. I’m not saying this is the right way, only one possible way that can work. If we see the malady, the shadow, and only focus on that, then there is not enough energy to see the remedy. We see the malady but we need energy too, life force, to find the remedy. If we do not look with compassion at the malady, we are drained by it.

So. The remedy comes when we are in play, in joy, after acceptance, with lightness, inspiration. It is vibrational. If one sees only measles, for example, and is over-whelmed by obsessive thoughts of measles so that all other vibration cannot be accessed, then the remedy for measles will not be remembered.

And it is a remembering. Within us, the inner Self is already perfected and has access to the vibrational remedy. That sounds magical, mystical, fluffy, but it is not. Thinking and figuring out are worthless when meeting dragons. We must be spontaneous instead. The remedy is a magical thing that appears with a flash of illumination, condensed from our own inner light and the benevolent light in the Heavens. We have to leave the possibilities open.

So, look at the measles and accept them …..okay, it is measles. Don’t keep picking at it to make a scab. It is there. So what. Jealousy, anger, depression, greed, lust, whatever. No need to make an identity out of it. Don’t wallow in it. Accept it, the dark, and go soft.

Float. Stay open to joy regardless of measles. Notice the sun, the breezes, the snow, the zig zag of branches, the birds. We cannot be defeated so long as we can still look up from misery to admire the sky. Just do this. If nothing else, do that. Find the beauty in a single blade of grass. Make that one commitment to Will in the darkness…that in the highlights of a tousled strand of a child’s hair you will see the whole glory of the Universe.  No matter that we are brought to your knees, we can still always see some small remnant of the wonders around us.

And thus the remedy will suddenly, unexpectedly, playfully be plucked from the ether. It always proves to be simple and light. There is no complicated potion. The raging heart of the beast is always and only pacified by Love.

Know who you are and who you represent, O Daughter of the King! (Photo - Julie Fain)

Or one might choose to say, ”I do not have measles, the world has measles!” and then spend an enormous amount of energy projecting the malady into the world. Why? Because of shame. Who wants to be a grotty measles host?

And, what will that do? Cause a lot of meandering and wasting of time, for one thing. Maybe break up our marriage, ruin our kids lives, alienate us from our friends, leave us embittered at the end of a long number of years gnashing and repressing because the damn world (and everyone in it) has measles and it won’t heal itself. But face it. You have measles. I have measles. We all have measles.

If you imagine someone who is brave enough to withdraw all his projections, then you get an individual who is conscious of a pretty thick shadow. Such a man has saddled himself with new problems and conflicts. He has become a serious problem to himself, as he is now unable to say that they do this or that, they are wrong, and they must be fought against. He lives in the “House of the Gathering.” Such a man knows that whatever is wrong in the world is in himself, and if he only learns to deal with his own shadow he has done something real for the world. He has succeeded in shouldering at least an infinitesimal part of the gigantic, unsolved social problems of our day.

~ CG Jung Psychology and Religion 1938

The rejection of our shadow is us fainting from the poisonous vapours rising from our darkest putrifying un/subconscious. Better than fainting, grab an apron and roll up our sleeves, and work on real transubstantiation.


Dream. Play. Pray. Be still. Be silent. Cry. Dance. Wait. Trust. Accept. Float. Will. Apply a little remedy. Know the measures. Too little won’t cure, too much will kill. Experiment. This is our laboratory. We are our own medicine men/women.

How do we know the shadow? We recognise it because usually the shadow comes dressed in a sophisticated story, a complicated myth that lets us explain to others and ourselves why we did / feel such and such a thing (why we are justified, in other words). It is part of our identity, this story, and if we chuck it out we are afraid we might suddenly disappear. Hey!  That was My story!

But behind the story, any configuration that has so many anchors and triggers and reflex sore points, is simple emotion. Not yet made conscious. It can be a sudden eureka moment when we see the emotion behind the shadow. Embarrassing, maybe. Uncomfortable. Funny! So obvious we go Duuuuhhhh! But all of a sudden, lightness. Expansion. Relief.

Stay with it here, no berating. No scolding. Just stay with it. Walk. Play. Offer it to Higher Power. Dance. Imagine. Dream with it. What  does it whisper to you when you open your eyes first thing in the morning? Stay with it, don’t suppress. See, it’s not all that bad. Congratulations, we are human after all. That dense unknown darkness is the golden place inside us where God most truly works.

”If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?”

~ Alexander Solzhenitsyn. Gulag Archipelago 1973

 “You live out the confusions until they become clear.” Timeless truths from Anaïs Nin, hand-lettered by artist Lisa Congdon (previously)


Generally just Being. Nothing in particular, no claims to fame. I like gardening and the sea, nature, art in all forms from poetry to films and everything in between, and being in the company of my family.

Posted in Inner Transmissions, The Shrine of Eris, Uncategorized, Western Mysticism

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