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"The dream is a little hidden door in the innermost and most secret recess of the soul, opening into that cosmic night which was psyche long before there was any ego-consciousness, and which will remain psyche no matter how far our ego-consciousness extends. -------in dreams we put on the likeness of that more universal, truer, more eternal man dwelling in the darkness of primordial night. There he is still the whole, and the whole is in him, indistinguishable from nature and bare of all egohood. It is from these all-uniting depths that the dream arises, be it never so....."
C.G. Jung
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Out of a playful movement of elements whose interrelations are not immediately apparent, patterns arise which an observant and critical intellect can only evaluate afterwards. The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.
 In the course of another conversation, he pointed to a rocky knoll in a fiedd not far from his home, and said, "I saw a dog with a white ring around his neck by that hill there, and the oldest men round Galway have seen him too, for he has been here one hundred years or more. He is a dog of the good people, and only appears at certain times of the night."
~ the Fairy-Faith in Celtic Countries W.Y. Evans Wentz "I was knocked up by him one night to go to the house, because he said they were calling to him. But when they got there, there was nothing to be found. But some see these things, and some can't. It's against our creed to believe in them. And the priests won't let on that they believe in them themselves, but they are more in dread of going about at night than any of us."
~Bartley Coen as told to Lady Gregory and documented in the above text, published 1920 And now I wander in the woods
When summer gluts the golden bees, Or in autumnal solitudes Arise the leopard-coloured trees; Or when along the wintry strands The cormorants shiver on their rocks; I wander on and wave my hands, And sing, and shake my heavy locks. The gray wolf knows me; by one ear I lead along the woodland deer; The hares run by me growing bold. They will not hush, the leaves a-flutter round me, the beech leaves old. ~excerpt from the Madness of King Goll May-day! delightful day!
Bright colours play the vale along. Now wakes at morning's slender ray Wild and gay the blackbird's song. Swift horses gather nigh Where half dry the river goes; Tufted heather clothes the height; Weak and white the bogdown blows. Corncrake sings from eve to morn, Deep in corn, a strenuous bard! Sings the virgin waterfall, White and tall, her one sweet word. Loaded bees with puny power Goodly flower-harvest win; Cattle roam with muddy flanks; Busy ants go out and in. Through the wild harp of the wood Making music roars the gale--- Now it settles without motion, On the ocean sleeps the sail. White and tall, her one sweet word. He will be in the shape of every beast,
Both on the azure sea and on the land, He will be a dragon before hosts at the onset, He will be a wolf of every great forest........ He will be a stag with horns of silver In the land where chariots are driven, He will be a speckled salmon in a full pool, He will be a seal, he will be a fair-white swan. ~the Voyage of Bran  ~This painting is part of a family of works related to a dream which I had 3 times in December. The visuals of these paintings will not be related necessarily to those in the dream. Rather the artist's own personal work, which is occurring as a result of the 3 dreams, is taking a physical form, symbolically, in these paintings. ( The actual landscape in the paintings was drawn from thickets and rushes at the Frog Pond wetlands near Seaside, CA). The white stag showed up, as he has been known to do in works of art off and on for at least 37,000 years.
"Dr. Tylor has brought together examples from all parts of the globe-----veneration paid to natural living objects such as trees, fish, animals, as well as inanimate objects of almost every conceivable description, including stones, because of the spirit believed to be inherent or resident in that particular object.-------Certainly well-defined Celtic traditions entirely fit in with this theory, e.g. Canon Mahe writes, 'in accordance with this strange theory they (the celts) could believe that rocks set in motion by spirits which animated them, sometimes went to drink at rivers, as is said of the Peulvan at Noyal-Pontivy' and I have found a parallel belief at Rollright, Oxfordshire, England, where it is said of the King Stone, an ancient menhir and according to some folk-traditions, a human being transformed, that it goes down the hill on Christmas Eve to drink at the river."
The Fairy Faith in Celtic Countries ~ W.Y. Evans Wentz "I myself when I was a boy of ten or eleven, was perfectly convinced that on a fine dewy morning in summer when people were still in bed, I saw a strange horse run around the seven-acre field of ours and change into a woman, who ran even faster, and after a couple courses around the field disappeared into our haggard. I am sure, whatever I may believe today, no earthly persuasion would, at the time, have convinced me that I did not see this. Yet I never saw it again and never heard of anyone else seeing the same." The Fairy Faith in Celtic Countries ~W.Y. Evans Wentz |