Fifty Horses and the Color Yellow


The Sand Box

The following dream was reported by our son with much excitement at breakfast yesterday, and he continued to share about it until the school bus arrived.  I gave him a mild caution that others might not find his dream as exciting, but it doesn’t mean that it isn’t exciting.

He shared “Fifty horses were loose in my school and my teacher had one by a rope.  She wouldn’t let go. I kept calling to her to let go, but she held on, even up a small flight of stairs.  She was being pulled behind.  Then I realized we could control the horses with the color yellow, so I pulled a large piece of yellow board up to the ceiling and when the horse ran underneath lowered it.  This calmed them down and eventually we were able to get things back in control.”

Along with the interesting symbolism relating to a new school year, what comes through loud and clear is that the instincts yield to understanding and insight, here seen as the color yellow.  Having our son’s fantasy energy consciously directed toward his dream imagery was a new positive step forward in his journey.  For him, a dream about his school was clearly about his life.  This was clearly a numinous experience for him.

It's always a good time to pop the bubble…


“An inflated consciousness is always egocentric and conscious of nothing but its own existence.  It is incapable of learning from the past, incapable of understanding contemporary events, and incapalbe of drawing right conclusions about the future.” ~ Carl Jung

It’s one way to think about the current worldwide financial readjustment.  Inflation can just as easily seize large groups who, as the saying goes, are willing to drink the cool aide.  In the passage quoted above, Jung goes on to point out that inflation occurs when consciousness takes upon itself, or identifies with, too many unconscious contents, thereby loosing the faculty of discrimination.  That explanation seems to fit for the outrageous blunders we see surfacing in the financial markets.  

Where might similar mistakes like these, rooted in the paradox of inflation, be taking root in social media?  Where are these tools being leveraged up in such away as to bankrupt their funtion or usefullness?  I don’t know about you, but I’ll always be leery of that archetypal American character, the confidence man who’s going door to door selling the elixir. 

Now a wrench, I can use a wrench…