Psyche
is the Greek word for soul, and Psyche is the place in your chart that
can detail for you where you can find your entrance into your self.
Psyche also represents psychology and is involved with the discipline
of the study of the mind. Psyche encompasses the soul, the mind, and
the self.
The ancient Greek mythological saga of Psyche has formed the basis of
numerous fairy tales and folk stories, including that of Beauty and the
Beast, and The Knight and the Loathly Damsel. The elements of
Psyche’s life are trust, love, passion, betrayal and
jealousy. Beyond that, we can learn from Psyche the uncovering of who
we are, why we act as we do, and what love means to us.
Psyche’s story is filled with archetypes, as are all
mythological tales; fathers who are cruel or neglectful, or
overindulgent, foolish and devoted; jealous women, as in mothers,
stepmothers or sisters, and of course the lover. The lover may be
disguised, so the fair maiden cannot see his face or guess his
identity. He can be cruel, or he can be kind. He can be a demon or a
god. His being and persona changes in each story, and in each version
of the story.
The end of the tale is always the same, since the ultimate end of the
heroine’s story is her final understanding of herself. It is
the final acceptance of her totality of being, which includes her mind,
body, and spirit. Psyche’s story involves the ultimate
acknowledgement that the soul can be granted immortality through
its’ ability to love.
As the myth relates to us, Psyche was a very beautiful girl who was the
youngest of three sisters. Psyche was so beautiful that she was treated
as a statue or idol to be gazed at. The ancient Greeks began to ignore
the temple of Aphrodite, (the Greek counterpart of the Roman goddess
Venus), and started to worship Psyche instead of Aphrodite.
Aphrodite became jealous, and asked her son Eros to magically induce
Psyche to fall in love with the lowest and most horrible man on earth
he could find. Instead Eros himself fell in love with Psyche and had
the Zephyr, the west wind, blow her up to a beautiful palace in the
mountains. Once there Eros appeared under a cloak of darkness, and told
Psyche that she could never look at his face, but that he would visit
her nightly, as her husband. During the day Psyche had free rein to
live in the palace, and roam the beautiful grounds it was on.
After awhile Psyche missed her older sisters, and asked her mysterious
nighttime lover/husband to let them visit her. Eros finally agreed, and
Psyche’s sisters saw how much material wealth she had. Her
sisters became jealous and convinced Psyche that she was really married
to a snake, or some other horrible monster. They urged her to look at
the man/monster she slept with at night, for her own safety.
Psyche waited until Eros was asleep, and then uncovered him. Once she
did, his identity and his beauty was discovered by Psyche, and he woke
up and fled from her. She then realized she had been with Eros, the god
of love, all the time.
Psyche then went to Aphrodite to ask for a chance to be reunited with
her soul mate. Jealous Aphrodite, Eros’ mother, set out a
series of arduous tasks for Psyche to fulfill before she would agree to
allow Eros to see Psyche again. Helped by some of the Olympian gods and
goddesses who were sympathetic to her plight, Psyche ultimately passed
each test, one of which involved Psyche’s descent into the
depths of Hades, the underworld, to see Persephone, the queen of the
dead. Psyche ultimately won Eros back, married him, was granted
immortality, and became a goddess in her own right.
Psyche’s story is in essence every woman’s story.
Psyche’s tale begins when she is in early womanhood, and
brings her to an uncharted place, where she is not sure of anyone or
anything. She is then forced to deal with the world, and surmount many
difficult obstacles before she, the embodiment of the soul and mind, is
able to merge with her other half, her animus, or her male lover. Once
she achieves that goal, she achieves a true integration of her self,
becomes a goddess, and achieves immortality.
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Time 33:00
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Fucked Up Dreams
I had the most fucked up dream
the other day. Most times my dreams are vague and I can only
remember bits and pieces, until they seem to drift farther away and
there is no memory of them left at all. This dream was so
vivid and clear, and has quite rattled me for several days now.
I was traveling, from
where, I don’t know, but was trying to find my way back to Columbus.
Driving the freeways, and seeing the exits, even road signs
were so clear, yet none of it was familiar. Some of the road
signs even seem to come to so close to my vision, like it was making a
point for me to see it. I was passing exit after exit, and
finally looked down and I needed gas. So I pulled off one of
the exits which led into a a very small town. When I found a
gas station, I pulled in the parking lot, and as I headed for the gas
pumps, there were pickup trucks parked and lined up with cabs on the
top of each truck, yet the back cab window was left open. In
each truck lay a woman. Each had the same type of long golden
skirt on, though from the waist up they were naked and covered in the
same tattoo markings. All very beautiful women that I could
not tell if they were asleep or dead.
I continued to the gas
pump, and when I pulled up to it, a man immediately pumped my gas for
me and was warning me of the man inside. He said the man
inside is quite strange, and to be careful. Well, I already
had the gas, so I had to go in and pay for it.
When I entered the
store, the cashier whom the other man said was strange, was dressed in
a long robe, and the counter was higher than normal store counters as
was the man behind it. It was as if he was on a pedestal, and
there was a woman standing next to me calling him preacher. I
thought all this quite odd, but finally just asked how much do I owe
you, and he told me, yet as he told me I had this very uncomfortable
feeling about him, as if he felt authority over me.
Just as I reached into
my purse to get the money for the gas, I felt all these hands touching
me from behind, and with these touches, the voices of languages
unknown. I immediately became enraged and turned to the crowd
and began to curse them in a language that I don’t even know, and as I
did, they all began to back off and cower in fear. When I
turned around the preacher was doing something with his hands, like
waving something away in mid air, and as he did that, his personality
changed also. He was no longer in an authoritive state, but
very passive. He was not afraid of me as the others were
though, but he was more than happy to accomodate in helping me with
directions to get back to Columbus. He wanted me out of there
as fast as possible. The woman that had been standing near me
calling him preacher looked fearful also and kept looking at the
preacher for reassurance.
There was a sense of
pure evil in this place and it was if they wanted to prey upon me, yet
whatever I said in that unknown language, made them shrink in fear, and
although I should have been feeling fear in the presence of all this
evil, I knew they could not harm me, but they also knew I could do much
damage to them. It was after the preacher gave me directions
to Columbus that I began to walk out of the store and then I awoke.
I was drenched in sweat,
but absolutely famished. I needed food extremely bad when I
woke up. As I said, this was such a fucked up dream, but
really how many fucked up dreams do we know we have when we can’t fully
remember them all the time. The ones I really dislike are
when you have had a nightmare and something or another in the dream has
anguished your heart and soul, and when you awake you can still feel
that anguish, or when you have a dream and have been crying in it, and
awaken with the tears, still feeling the sadness that has caused the
tears to flow.
Dreams are a fickle
thing sometimes. Then there are the recurring dreams.
I used to have several that would repeat quite often, though
over the years they have dissipated. One day I will write
about them. Some are scary, while others are quite funny.
Well enough of fucked up
dreams for one day. LOL
We shared much laughter,
And had freedom in joy,
Chatting while enjoying coffee,
With delicious minds to toy.
We earned understanding,
With a friendship in place,
Hearts shared as one,
Smiles spread across our face.
We talked about dreams,
And future events,
Even you bitching
About tenents and rents.
All these make up,
The friendship we made,
Whether recipes shared,
Or quiet talks of things afraid.
Your stubborn strength,
Yet tender heart,
Will reside within me
Forever not to part.
Always lending
an open ear,
Knowing, knowing
You would be near,
To listen and comfort,
No matter what for,
Always a friend,
Then, now, and forevermore.
Love Always To You Dave
Under Construction
basement is a total disaster! It’s getting worse before it
gets better. I keep trying to picture the finished job, but I
can’t get all the clutter out of my mind, as I step over this and step
over that. The majority of remodeling is done, I am just
impatient and want it all done…NOW!
I just unhooked all my recording equipment, and I see all those wires
and just go ugggggggg, I have to hook all that back up and it looks
like a tangled mess. I know, I know, I am complaining.
Well fuck it, I feel like complaining..lol
Might as well bitch about the rain too, and this cold ass weather for
April. Oh well.
On a good note though, I had a wonderful foot massage from a sweet
submissive yesterday. Mmmmmmm, it was so very relaxing.
I do believe I will have him over more often. He is
a good boy.
I am in the middle of my next recording, which I won’t be able to
finish until probably next week now, with all the
construction going on. It’s all good though, I can work on
some other things.
Anyway, am off to do something……what? I don’t know yet, but will
know when I do it…..lol
Hugs, love, and big kisses to some of you….<grin>
Portal To Presence – Mp3
A relaxing journey into
My presence, where you will relive your most exciting, sexual
experience though intensified even more than before while in the
presence of Lady Izzabelle. <wink>
