II. Lady Crocodile

~ In Jungian fashion I have enquired into the crocodile that appeared in my dreams. Here is what I got:~

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I go underwater to address the entity that causes my soul’s torment.

Her near jet-black reptilian skin

And red glaring eyes

Are all I see in this aqueous abyss.

Silence.

Surrounded by nothing but darkness

From which my mind attempts to decipher rugged stone caves.

Perhaps the home of a lurking creature.

She has a robust stature.

As thick and large as the greatest crocodile you could ever imagine.

Yet she has done nothing, not even show me her teeth.

The only expression I can deduce anything from is those black and red eyes

That do not remove their gaze from me,

They seem to smile at me.

She moves at the pace of a cheetah, in water:

With strength and assertion.

No fear at the fact that nothing is visible,

To me at least.

I, seem to magically be moving along her side,

Neither attached nor making any effort to move.

This is all it is,

No arrival at any destination,

Just this initial take off.

I feel protected by her,

Yet intensely scared.

What I was so afraid of has taken me in as her own.

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To be read as a trilogy:

I.Spirits of The Americas Have Knocked On My Doors Again

II. Lady Crocodile

III. Crocodile Conclusio

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Notes:

✺ Perhaps a lesson on the nature of fear - that in facing ‘fear’, we find a guide.

✺ Cthonic: something pertaining to the underworld

✺ ‘mysterium tremendum et fascinans’ - a fearful, yet fascinating mystery - search Rudolf Otto’s ‘numinous’