I am in high school living with Grandpa, but Grandma is not there. She has already passed. Grandpa and I have settled into incongruous daily routines. He works, I study. We don't eat together.
I take it upon myself to invent a new kind of air filter by combining a vacuum with a lighting fixture. When you turn the light on, the vacuum sucks dirt out of the air. I show others, but no one is impressed.
I go outside and mount a large wild horse. I am now in the North Woods of Wisconsin. As I ride, the horse goes where he wants, and he takes me to a small town I remember. The town has been renamed "Larry King, Wisconsin." Evidently Larry used to vacation there.
There are other wild animals wandering the streets. Big horses, elk, moose, deer. They are vivid and beautiful. They run aimlessly, and I keep thinking we will collide as we move through the random herd. But my horse guides himself, and the animals instinctively avoid collisions.
It occurs to me that I should try to control this horse somewhat. Otherwise, I fear I will go nowhere. I take the reins and try to impose my will on him. He is resistant. Time will tell how this relationship works out.
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The horse represents the archetypal realm. You are riding with acrhetypal energy which you cannot control but you can understand. Perhaps this is the masculine realm represnetd by grandpa. It is a beautiful realm, this primitive realm of the autonomous psyche. I am not sure what Larry King means unless this is also the masculine nature you are pursuing.
ReplyDeleteHm. Now that I have a bit more perspective, I might guess that Grandpa and Larry are both the old "king." (Literally, Larry King). I am in the male realm, but I do not yet have my bearings or position. I like the idea that moving with the archetypal energy intuitively works for me, even if control is too much to ask for.
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