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August 27, 2020 + #Silenti, Belief and Faith, Consciousness, Esoteric Meaning of Myth, esoteric psychology, Politics and Power, Psychology, Unconscious

The Entered Dragon (4) : the world within

by Steve Tanham

Continued from Part Three I know these posts, so far, have been intense. The picture painted by Carl Jung and his Jungian successors of our linked internal and external lives is a detailed and vivid one. We began by looking at the Shadow, that suppressed ‘mind’ of parts of our psychological self (psyche) that have been pushed, by conditioning, society and personal choice, from … Read More The Entered Dragon (4) : the world within

August 20, 2020 + #Silenti, Belief and Faith, Consciousness, Esoteric Meaning of Myth, esoteric psychology, Politics and Power, Psychology

The Entered Dragon (3) : beauty and the beast

by Steve Tanham

Continued from Part Two The dream continues… We are frozen, the dragon and I. He cannot be seen, as he is mirroring my every move, behind me. My fingers explore the tip of the spear, the only movement left… I press the sharp tip into the skin of my right thumb. There is a slowing of time as the ancient metal pierces the flesh. … Read More The Entered Dragon (3) : beauty and the beast

August 13, 2020 + #Silenti, Belief and Faith, Consciousness, Esoteric Meaning of Myth, esoteric psychology, Politics and Power, Psychology

The Entered Dragon (2) : dancing with shadows

by Steve Tanham

This time the dream is different. I know the dragon is there, but can’t see it. But I can see the heavy spear on the ground in front of me… I bend to pick it up. Something moves behind me, something heated and red, but no matter how fast I turn or twist, I can’t get a glimpse of it. Until I touch the … Read More The Entered Dragon (2) : dancing with shadows

August 6, 2020 + #Silenti, Belief and Faith, Consciousness, Esoteric Meaning of Myth, esoteric psychology, Politics and Power, Psychology

The Entered Dragon (1)

by Steve Tanham

Like waking within a dream – or, at least, the point where the lucidity begins… I turn my head in the small theatre, expecting others to be smiling, if not laughing. But no-one is, because no one else is here… Just me and it…where ‘it’ is not the theatre. The curtains part and what I knew to be behind them takes centre stage. Leathery … Read More The Entered Dragon (1)