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Mind, The Serpent. A Tribute To Charlie Hebdo.
The Ominous Serpent
The devil is stalking each step that I take,
Random thoughts besiege me as my soul paves the way,
Careful not to step on the serpents lurking in the way,
I pray that my dark thoughts do not encompass my being
And that the one above gives my life its meaning.
The Serpentine Mind
The serpentine mind may mean different things. It may describe shrewdness, slyness, subtlety, cunning, wiliness,craftiness, just to name a few. The serpentine mind tries to circumvent, wind, twist, and meander around to escape either responsibility or blame. The serpentine mind seems to twist and wind in anger or fear. Carl G. Jung explains it as follows:
“There is a good thing on top of that mountain. I will make a straight line for it.” But the archetypal way is not like that; it is a serpentine way that wriggles and spirals its way to the top. We often feel defeated by it and brought to a standstill. It makes most people terribly impatient and even desperate when nothing happens and they get nowhere. They feel hindered all the time; they don’t understand that this is just as it should be, that it is actually their only chance of getting to the top.” (C.G. Jung, The Visions Seminars,Book Two, p. 295)
Jung theorized that self is the center of personality that organizes and maintains the mind to remain whole. He propounds completeness and wholeness of the self and names it the individuation process. He proposes that the unconscious mind and its inner world manifests the images, dreams, impulses and urges to guide us in our life. We thus navigate through life in a serpentine way while working through our failures, disillusionment, hopes, and ambitions towards either fulfillment or failure..
“Poetry, Painting & Music: the three Powers in Man of conversing with Paradise which the flood did not sweep away.” — William Blake, A Vision of the Last Judgment (1810)
The Me Is The Dream Of Serpents
I listen to the lament of my mind,
I see the shadows filling my days,
I dream jumping into an abyss,
Of endless darkness where I am simply hurtling,
I see no end to my fall, I cry, I sweat, I try to cling,
But all in vain, since my being is devoid of meaning.
I wake up with a start. I try to find myself in my bewilderment of being alive. I look for a meaning to be me, but all I see and realize is slithering darkness paving itself as the foundation of my being. I cry out aloud. I so wish to be mainstream, to be the neon of my surroundings, to be who I aspire to be. I do not wish to hurtle into the abyss of endless space any longer. I grapple to survive, yet cannot find a single strand of light to entwine my soul and lift it out of its melancholy.
Will this be the way that I end?
Will I remain the dream of serpents for eternity?
Will my prayers for a better tomorrow remain unanswered?
If you are there up above, loving all and seeing everything,
Why is there amplified injustice to a particular few?
Cartooning is a sin too, in your view?