Rejoice for those around you who transform into the Force. Mourn them, do not. Miss them, do not. Attachment leads to jealousy. The shadow of greed, that is. Why is your face downcast? If you do what is right, will you not be accepted? But if you do not do what is right, sin is crouching at your door; it desires to have you, but you must rule over it. Cain, feeling rejected, nevertheless ends up killing his brother. The warnings of Yoda too go in vain.
I have good news. He is hiding in the Utapau system. Chancellor, we have just received a report from Master Kenobi. He has engaged General Grievous. We can only hope that Master Kenobi is up to the challenge. I wish I knew. More and more I get the feeling that I am being excluded from the Council. I know there are things about the Force that they are not telling me.
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They see your future. They know your power will be too strong to control. Anakin, you must break through the fog of lies the Jedi have created around you. Let me help you to know the subtleties of the Force. This is the end for you, My Master.
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I wish it were otherwise. He yells at Anakin. His thin leather glove has been burned off. He keeps sliding down in the black sand. It was said that you would, destroy the Sith, not join them. It was you who would bring balance to the Force, not leave it in Darkness. He stops and looks back. You were my brother, Anakin.
At this point in the story, Anakin is already involved in the second and third stage of the satanic cycle. He is convinced that the crisis in the Galactic Republic can only be stopped by sacrificing the Jedi and by establishing the rule of the Sith. Moreover, he believes that the power of the Sith will save the life of his wife Padme but he will tragically accomplish the opposite. In any case, Anakin is willing to believe Palpatine, who portrays the Jedi as a threat to the survival of the Republic. Or the Senate… or the Republic… or democracy for that matter.
Remember back to your early teachings. We must move quickly. The Jedi are relentless; if they are not all destroyed, it will be civil war without end. First, I want you to go to the Jedi Temple. We will catch them off balance. Do what must be done, Lord Vader. Only then will you be strong enough with the dark side to save Padme. Their betrayal will be dealt with. After you have killed all the Jedi in the Temple, go to the Mustafar system. Wipe out Viceroy Gunray and the other Separatist leaders.
Once more, the Sith will rule the galaxy, and we shall have peace. The reasons given by Darth Sidious Palpatine and Darth Vader Anakin to justify the murder of the Jedi are the exact same reasons given by the chief priests and the Pharisees in the Gospels to justify the murder of Jesus. In the Gospel of John, the devil clearly is a personification of the scapegoat mechanism.
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Jesus knows that the leaders of the Jewish people, the Pharisees and the chief priests, want him dead and that they try to justify his death with certain lies. As it is, you are looking for a way to kill me, a man who has told you the truth that I heard from God. Abraham did not do such things. You are doing the works of your own father. I have not come on my own; God sent me. Why is my language not clear to you? Because you are unable to hear what I say. He was a murderer from the beginning, not holding to the truth, for there is no truth in him.
When he lies, he speaks his native language, for he is a liar and the father of lies. The Pharisees and chief priests are afraid that the growing popularity of Jesus might become a threat to their power. A war with the Romans would mean the end of the Jewish nation and culture. Therefore the Jewish leaders see no other solution than to get rid of Jesus. Many of the Jews who had seen what Jesus did, believed in him. But some of them went to the Pharisees and told them what Jesus had done. Then the chief priests and the Pharisees called a meeting of the Sanhedrin.
If we let him go on like this, everyone will believe in him, and then the Romans will come and take away both our temple and our nation. You do not realize that it is better for you that one man die for the people than that the whole nation perish. In the case of Jesus, the Gospel of John leaves no doubt that these allegations are false. In other words, the Gospel of John reveals the plot against Jesus by the Pharisees and the chief priests as a scapegoat mechanism: Jesus is wrongfully accused. And sometimes, just listening with a full and open heart can help transform suffering into healing.
When Morley was able to tell his story and those of us in the room were fully present to contain it, he was not alone. The next week, he returned for an individual session after a weekend getaway, and his face was aglow. The week had flown by, he said. I asked about the nausea.
Like the ocean tides, ruled by the enigmatic moon, just as mysteriously as it had returned, it had receded. As I listened to the group over those weeks, I began to discern certain themes that repeated themselves in our discussions: People were transforming their stories right before my very eyes. Barbara, who in her previous life had walked on fire, literally, taught us about the courage it takes just to reach for her cane every morning.
Hidden between the lines of a story she wrote about a boot, Grace unearthed some unacknowledged truths about her life. So we can celebrate that. This is a new person. Yes, I have a disability. I realized that my illness had made me fierce. Refusal of the Return: I have neglected to report how much we laughed in the group. Here we were, a group of people struggling with Lyme disease, osteoarthritis, multiple chemical sensitivity, diabetes, stroke, and depression, and we laughed more in two hours than I laughed all the rest of the week.
We had built a true camaraderie, and I did not want the group to end. I tried in fact to stop it from ending by asking members if they would like to continue on through the next cycle. But half of them said no. They had gotten what they had needed and were ready to move on. I had to face the fact that this group would end.
Master of the Two Worlds: There was so much I knew I would always carry in my heart about this group. There is a special magic to a group. In a supportive group, isolation withers away. The group has its own wisdom, its own process, its own trajectory. I learned to trust the organic collective process of the group. My most important job as the facilitator is help to create a safe place for people to make their own journeys.
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Beyond the threshold guardians is unchartered territory, and the hero must show that he is prepared to lose sight of his homeland and venture into the unknown. The threshold guardians are not malicious or evil creatures, but they actually perform a crucial function. They force us to approach the sacred with integrity and sincerity as they warn us: Whether we enter the temple or not, is not the point. If we are not perceptive to the challenge posed to us, we will effectually have remained on the outside — and thus protected by the guardians. They are outer representations requiring an inner gesture of sacrifice.
Only if we are prepared to take up this challenge, will we be able to cross into the yonder zone of new experience and magnified power.
Once we cross, there is no turning back. The truths that we encounter in the dark can carry such significance and radiance that the experience will shake the center of our being.
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And once we have awoken the creatures of the abyss, we cannot just put them to sleep again. What has been seen cannot be unseen. Rather, like the monk in the painting, I stood transfixed looking at the cave from a safe distance, not walking away, but not plunging in either. So what made me take the plunge? I ask myself now. I suspect that I have many motives for my actions, and I doubt that I will ever be able to unravel the robe of mixed emotions and dubious drives that pull me.
Some of them I deem to be noble and honest, others are more obscure to me — maybe even obscene. As Freud was fond of saying: They move and they drive us — they frighten and they enlighten. They give shape to the way we embody the world. As such they can carry a much stronger emotional charge than what our abstract concepts could ever hope to achieve.
They will become psychic facts — real forces to be reckoned with. In the rest of the essay I want to explain how I experienced this power of a symbol. I want to share the story of a dream and how it moved me. It begins one night, deep in the jungle of Guatemala. I was still not used to sleeping in my hammock, and it had begun to rain in the night.
Not just the normal showers that we are used to in Europe, but a massive tropical downpour cascading down with raindrops heavy as lead. The shower created a dramatic — almost apocalyptic — atmosphere in the night, as it plunged down on the thin tin roof of our wooden abode, sounding like one long and continuous roar from above. As I was lying there in my hammock — half awake, half dreamy — it felt as if something momentous was in the air, waiting to reveal itself. As I closed my eyes and gave in to the atmosphere, a dream of mine suddenly resurfaced.
Many months before embarking upon my journey I had a very vivid dream, where I saw myself lying dead on the floor. Vividly realizing that I had died, a surge of great remorse and nostalgia flowed forth in my being. Yet it was not all sad and gloomy. Even though there was grief connected to the image, joy was hiding behind it. My death was actually something to be honored and celebrated. At the end of the dream my dead corpse was replaced with a baby, surrounded by three women.
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I had no idea what the three women were doing there, but it was clear to me that new life had been born — and it carried a soft radiance with it. As I was laying there in my hammock in the middle of the night recalling my dream, it suddenly dawned on me. My trip is not about cacao. My trip is simply about dying! Who do you think you are? I too am an irrational creature, immersed in a rich undergrowth of hidden drives and obscure symbols. And seen from this subterranean point of view my story looks quite different. Through the world of the unconscious we inherit a vast pool of collective imagery.
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As he writes in Man and His Symbols: It can no more be a product without history than is the body in which it exists. This immensely old psyche forms the basis of our mind, just as much as the structure of our body is based on the general anatomical pattern of the mammal. The trained eye of the anatomist or the biologist finds many traces of this original pattern in our bodies. That is why they can so easily grip, not just an individual, but also a culture at large.
And when they do, they not only give rise to personal bias and complexes, but to whole mythologies, religions and philosophies. As such, they can shape the character of entire nations and epochs of history. The archetypes become a mental therapy for the sufferings and anxieties of a culture at large; socially ingrained ways of coping with the hardships of life. The myth of the hero — often involving the act of a death and rebirth — is certainly no exception. For millennia it has given rise to hope and fears, joys and sorrows; in different shapes and colors it has moved and touched our hearts across vast stretches of time and space.
They can emerge from our unconscious at times when we need to make a change and influence us in profound ways. In these times it is as if our psyche will enforce an image upon us, that we need to deal with in order to grow. The theme of death and rebirth seems at least to be intimately related to the phases in our lives when we are challenged to make a transition; when we need to leave behind an old form in order to enter into a new sphere of existence. In these moments we have to let go of — or offer — an aspect of ourselves.
Just like the snake sheds its old skin, we need to die in order to assume a new form. This is an act that been a most essential part of most native cultures for aeons. This transmutation of one form into another, is what the ritualistic act, as such, conceives. Whether in a brief moment of trance through dance, song or drum, a painful physical exhaustion, or a long excursion into the realms of Spirit, the ritual provides us with the cultural container in which we can experience a symbolic death and rebirth.
A Story of Death, Rebirth and Love. In this dark light, my experience is neither unique nor special, and need not carry any messianic connotations with it. For neither Jesus nor Christianity can claim any exclusivity on the motif of death and resurrection. Its roots run much deeper in the Western cultural heritage; they stretch through Greek mythology and its Mystery Cults Dionysian, Orphic, Eleusinian , all the way into ancient Egypt and the myth of Osiris.
All I can say is that my dream had a strong and tangible effect on me. After that rainy night in the jungle, when it reappeared so forcefully, a change occurred in the way I related to the cave. It had been a year since I finished my studies, and that had marked quite a significant change in my outer reality.
On the inside though, I was still clinging to an old and familiar form. I might have gone from student to teacher and from pupil to scholar, but looking back now I can see that I was still governed by the same dispositions, same patterns, and same inhibitions. I had to let go of the introvert scholar who observes life from a distance — who reads books about it — but never dares to fully participate in it. Surely, my rational mind was not the place from where I could perform this task. Rather, it was the main obstacle preventing the shift from occurring.