Myth is the language of dreams and the collective unconscious, an enchanted world of heroes, villains, entities, archetypes, fantasy, imagination. Here be dragons. Here be tarot, astrology, Wicca, necromancy, esoterica, etc. etc. Here be New Age Hippy Pagans. Here be Psychedelic Astral Travellers.
Of course dreams are useful and necessary. We need to dream in order to process undigested psychic baggage carried over from our waking lives. But dreaming (in the literal and Aboriginal sense) is seductive and perilous. Spend too long here and you may find that you can’t wake up. The faerie folk have thee in thrall.
This way madness lies. Paranoid schizophrenia. Psychosis. Or just Away With The Faeries.
By all means paddle in the mythopoeic ocean of the collective unconscious, the “sea of stories”, and let its reflected magic bring some sparkle to your life. Let yourself be enchanted now and then. But don’t put your trust in the “spiritual world”, the world of spirits. Put your trust in the Lord.
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