BEST OF THE MONTH
SPIRITUALITY, METAPHYSICS, PHILOSOPHY, ANCIENT MYTHS
IN FICTION AND IN FACT
THE HUMAN POTENTIAL
MAKES AN AVATAR??
Stan I.S. Law
There was a time when but few men, the avatars,
claimed to have the "Word of God", the indelible truth,
that would guide us on our way back home. Guide us on our way
to return to Eden, to Paradise. All we had to do was to listen
to them. Alas, all too soon superstructures have been created,
dozens for each religion, who claimed supremacy if not infallibility
in the interpretation of a particular Avatar's teaching. Since,
for thousands of years sacerdotal fraternity: priests, imams,
rabbis, swamis, gurus told us what to do, how and when to do
it. Whatever it was.
These days, the Internet has taken over. The
TV evangelists catered to hundreds of thousands, the web caters
to hundreds of millions. While in the temples of worship sermonizers
preach to empty pews, the web is filled with countless self-appointed
gurus. All but few of them insist on telling us how to think,
how to behave, eat, sleep, even dream. They are bent on changing
our way of life, our comfort zone, the way we work, rest, behave.
They seem quite unaware that the symbol of the Age of Aquarius
is a Water Bearer, a man watering his own garden. His own state
For the most part, we seem committed to let
others do the thinking for us. They, the proselytizers, deny
this, of course. They insist that they only guide us to give
us freedom. To rid us of our limitations. Not so. This had been
advocated 2000 years ago. "Heaven is within you," said
a very wise man. We continue to rely on others, on the self appointed
experts, to lead us towards that elusive freedom which always
seems to remain just beyond the horizon.
"Be an expert!" I have been told
on many occasions. "No, thank you," I replied, "an
expert is a person who knows almost everything about almost nothing."
Too limiting. We need experts to deal with things. But their
expertise should be tempered by the words of Democritus, a Greek
philosopher, born ca. 460 BC: "Nothing exists except atoms
and empty space; everything else is opinion." At the time,
atoms were deemed the smallest, indivisible particles of matter.
Today, even that turned out to be an opinion
Hence my book, "The Avatar Syndrome."
I refuse to tell you what to think. I also refuse to give you
glib answers. What I do is to raise questions. You must provide
answers yourself. Or not. No one will judge you.
My novel, "The Avatar Syndrome, follows
Anne from childhood, to womanhood; from a troubled, taciturn
youth, to a world-renowned violinist; from misunderstood recluse,
to messiah of a higher truth and beauty." (From a review
by Bryn Symonds). No one ever told her what to do.
Those of us, who tend to exert our efforts
towards more material aspects of life, associate the concept
of an Avatar with very advanced spiritual beings, of the stature
of Buddha, Jesus or the presently living Sai Baba. While Sanskrit
meaning of Avatar is less imposing (ava - down and tarati - he
goes, passes beyond) in Hindu religion the term tends to be assigned
to a man who is the incarnation of God and comes down to earth,
usually to show us the error of our ways.
According to "The Avatar Syndrome",
this is a much too limiting a definition. In my novel I purport,
if surreptitiously, that we are all Avatars. Men and women. We
are all incarnations of God, even if, the vast majority of us,
are completely unaware of this fact. It is the degree of this
awareness, or lack of it that sets us apart. Jesus claimed that
he and the Father (God) are one. Buddha stated that every man
is Buddha, though not as yet awakened. What "The Avatar
Syndrome" does is to examine some of the degrees by which
our awareness brings us closer to the true reality.
I dedicated my book to the relatively unknown
"Messengers of God". I refuse to identify us, in as
many words, with divine incarnation. I leave it to you, the reader,
to draw your own conclusions. What I do claim is that all who
are creative, who contribute to the beauty of the Universe, are,
to a greater or lesser degree, Messengers of God. We are, Avatars,
or embodiments of the Divine, send down to earth, to create or
manifest a better reality. "For no other reason were we
born, for no other reason shall we die" assures us Sai Baba.
It seems to me that beauty is a natural progression of order
and harmony, which is inherent and a necessary prerequisite of
evolution. Only when a conscious effort enters the new equation
do we rise on the scale of self-realization. As for order and
harmony, they are the necessary and inevitable components of
art, or music, or scientific progress, which advance our perception
of the world we live in.
While I'd chosen to describe the incredible
talent of a beautiful young girl who swept the world with her
magic bow, we would do well to note that the whirlwind world
tour of the triumphant virtuoso takes up but a dozen pages in
a 364-page novel. The rest, well, the rest you must read for
yourself. You might find your own freedom. One reader wrote:
"Through your book, you were able to awaken in me my true
nature." I didn't ask what is her nature. Who knows, perhaps
your nature awaits to be awakened, too.
Otto was a good man, a kind
father, a faithful husband, and a tolerant thinker, however even
his normally placid, kindly outlook was perturbed by the increasingly
outrageous behaviour of his pigs. Otto's farm was located in
a lush green alpine valley near a nondescript alpine village
whose only previous claim to fame had been the rather questionable
practice of training farm animals to yodel for the spring equinox.
Now though, there was the
matter of Otto's pigs to contend with: His purebred animals had
won numerous prizes in local agricultural competitions - his
boars had by now sired half of the pigs in the surrounding valleys,
and he even had large framed colour photos of some of his pigs
which had been sold to prestigious piggeries in Holland and Denmark.
Yet now, the pride of Otto's life's work was creating scandal.
How could he have known that his best pigs were carriers of the
condition now referred to as Porcine Sensorial Enhancement.
All he'd ever done was to
try to produce the tastiest, most handsome pigs that his careful
programme of selective breeding and nutrition might procure.
How was he to know that they'd develop a behavioural character
all of their own. He'd only ever been concerned with the quality
of their flesh, he'd never considered the question of pig psychology
before, and yet now, here he was, subject to the harsh glare
of media publicity as the principal source of PSE.
"I didn't know,"
pleaded Otto, withering before the journalists' massed ranks
of cameras and microphones. "I only wanted to be able to
give people the best bacon and roasts possible. And the sausages
are... were..reputed to be the finest in the district."
"But Herr Fleischkopf,
what did you do to your pigs to make them so strange?" Otto
looked defensive. "Yes, Herr Fleischkopf, were you aware
of the possible consequences for public health of the unusual
and irregular practices which you pursued?"
Otto was already well aware
of the disastrous consequences that the discovery of PSE on his
farm might have, but still he didn't like the implication that
he'd been doing anything unorthodox with his pigs. He tried to
tell them so, but the journalists didn't want to hear his pleas
"Herr Fleischkopf, are
you prepared to accept responsibility for the risk to public
health which may be posed by the consumption of your PSE-conditioned
Otto cracked, terrified by
the prospect of being found guilty of menacing public well-being.
"I'm just a poor honest farmer," he squeaked, hoping
that they hadn't noticed his wife's sparkling modern kitchen
and his brand new Mercedes limousine. "I didn't do anything
wrong, I was just meeting the demand for quality pork. I was
only doing my job," he pleaded.
At this point, Otto was rescued
from the accusing stare of the television camera's lights by
the arrival of Professor Doctor Wieland Wurstliebe, expert in
animal neurophysiology and behaviour from the Goldenhirn University
Zentrum. The journalists' attention switched in a flash from
fumbling Otto to the confident smooth mannerisms of the expert.
Professor Wurstliebe." The journalists called out to him,
each ready with the same two or three questions which the worried
pork-eating public desperately needed to have answered. "Professor
Wurstliebe, can you tell us any more about the risk to public
health posed by this outbreak of PSE?" they chorused in
The Professor looked at them
all calmly, then replied in the correct balanced terms expected
of an expert in such a situation, faced as he was with the task
of dissipating the current waves of almost hysterical fear which
the ordinary pork-loving consumer was currently displaying. He
cleared his throat and began.
As you know, I have come here today to verify worrying reports
as to the mental status of this farm's pigs, and to assess, by
extension, the possible risks posed to public health by the entry
of such pigs into the food chain.
"Let me, however, first
clarify what the facts regarding PSE are as far as our scientific
investigations have thus far permitted us to ascertain: First,
pigs which have the condition which we now refer to as 'porcine
sensorial enhancement' or PSE, display pronounced personality
disorders. They do not behave as normal pigs do. Rather they
show increasingly unpig-like traits. For example, unlike ordinary
pigs, they show a distinct aversion to being led to the slaughter.
To this end, they develop all sorts of novel characteristics
when it comes to avoiding the trip to the abbatoir, and the number
of cases of what we now suspect are PSE-affected pigs which have
escaped, often in quite ingenious ways from storage pens and
transporter lorries throughout the country are becoming ever
Post-mortem analysis of these
abnormal beasts has allowed us to establish a common profile
for the condition: PSE-affected pigs have abnormally large brains
in which the grey matter and cerebellum show the greatest development.
Apart from such changes to the central nervous system, the affected
animals seem to be in other respects perfectly normal. Quite
how the PSE pigs acquired their condition is still not clear
although there are some vague indications of a similar condition
in other mammals, notably long-haired golden hamsters and the
long-living lemming, the latter showing distinctly non-mass suicidal
tendencies relative to the normal lemming.
Now, there has been some speculation
that PSE may have been transmitted by the consumption of infected
foodstuffs, however as far as we know, PSE-affected pigs do not
routinely eat golden hamsters or lemmings, nevetheless, since
we do not as yet know quite what the infectious agent in this
strange condition is, we cannot rule out the possibility that
it is transmitted through the food chain."
An impatient journalist intervened
rudely. "But what is the risk of infection to the ordinary
pig-eating consumer, Professor?"
The Professor raised his hands
to call for calm as the other journalists began to join in the
cry for more sensational newsworthy information.
"Give us the facts, Professor,
tell us the truth."
"Now, now, gentlemen,
calm please," he called, then continued: "There is
as yet no evidence that PSE can be transmitted to humans by consumption
of PSE-infected pork. There is, however, some slight similarity
between brains from pigs displaying the condition known as PSE
and the brains of abnormal human individuals renowned for outstanding
originality, intellectual achievement and all-round genius, otherwise
known in some circles as the Enorme Cerveau Syndrome. Yet, claims
at this stage that consumption of PSE-affected pigs might result
in a transmission of their condition to humans remain pure speculation.
Nevertheless, as a precaution, we are recommending the immediate
removal of PSE pigs from the food chain until we have more results
from our scientific research as to the risk factors involved."
And so, the press conference
broke up, and on the television news that evening, and in the
newspapers next day, there were banner headlines warning of the
major new food scare associated with the unknown dangers of eating
pork products. The demand for sausages plummeted, schnitzels
remained unsold, people refused ham sandwiches - butchers and
pig farmers despaired.
In the meantime, Professor
Wurstliebe and his large team of sub-experts continued their
investigations at Otto's farm. Their enquiries had taken two
principal approaches. On the one hand, they had sought to ascertain
from Otto a better idea of what precisely he had been doing to
his pigs for the last twenty years, with particular emphasis
on matters of diet. Although the revelation that Otto had been
convinced of the beneficial effects of music upon porcine muscle
tone development, and to this effect had for years been subjecting
the piggeries to alternating mixtures of Wagner and Blasmusik
instantly sparked another line of research for one of the Professor's
The second concern of the
team was the effect that repeated exposure to PSE-affected pork
may have had on the local consumers. Who, the Professor wanted
to know, had been eating Otto's pigs on a regular basis.
said Otto, "obviously I and my family have always eaten
our own pork. And the local butchers have been very steady customers
over the years, whilst any excess has gone to slaughterhouses
further afield, although as you know, inreasingly large numbers
of my pigs have quite successfully escaped en route, and to this
day, most of them have evaded recapture. I imagine they're still
living in the surrounding forests."
"Yes, well Herr Fleischkopf,"
assured the Professor, "the authorities have already organised
a special task-force to intensify efforts to recapture your pigs,
but for now we would like to consider the possible consequences
that consumption of those which did not get away may have had
Otto would ordinarily have
been reluctant to allow such an invasion of his family's privacy,
however under such circumstances he was resigned to the need
to cooperate for the greater good. After all, something had to
be done about this dreadful situation his prize pigs had got
him into. Otto and the Professor went to look for his two sons,
Fritz and Roland, who were quietly occupying themselves up in
Fritz was a healthy, ruddy-cheeked,
eight year old, and a picture of good health, yet the Professor
was rather disconcerted to discover that he'd already read the
entire works of Goethe and that he had some very pronounced opinions
on the role of Sturm und Drang in contemporary rural society,
whilst Roland, his blonde-haired younger brother, was less forthright,
but equally well-versed in modern cosmology, admitting after
some gentle encouragement to being quietly confident of a future
contribution to the grand unification theory, in which the very
big and very small forces of the universe could be treated with
novel integrated averaging vectors.
"Herr Fleischkopf, do
you consider your sons to be normal for their age?" the
Professor asked Otto.
"Well, they do keep going
on about computers and modern technology a lot, but they mostly
lark around with the other village children, playing football
and engaging in animated metaphysical discussions."
When news of the exceptionally
advanced intellectual development of Otto's sons and their classmates
became known, the world's press went wild. This was just the
kind of proof that PSE could be transmitted to humans by eating
pork which everyone had been waiting for. Hans Kupfker, the budding
Heidelberg sausage entrepreneur, was amongst the first to react
to the commercial potential of these news reports.
"This is incredible,
Greta,"he told his adoring wife, "Do you realise what
this news could do to sausage sales? Why just this morning, I
heard a couple of vegetarians discussing the need to seriously
consider the advantages of eating PSE pork as a means of increasingly
their intellectual performance in an ever more competitive working
However, even entrepreneurs
such as this were not prepared for the scale of the response.
Within days, the demand for pork had skyrocketed as consumers
considered the fantastic implications of catching PSE from eating
bacon, ham, roasts, schnitzels and gammon steaks. Poor Otto didn't
know quite how to reply to the ever more astounding offers for
his PSE-affected pigs. The proposed sums were phenomenal. However,
there remained an official ban on trading in PSE pigs and it
was being strictly enforced.
As such attempts to steal
Otto's extremely valuable pigs became ever more likely and despite,
or perhaps because of the presence of the armed security police
around Otto's farm, the whole situation soon got completely out-of-hand.
There were fears that organised criminal gangs were becoming
interested, lured by the huge potential rewards of trafficking
in illegal PSE pork, although conspiracy theorists insisted that
the greatest menace came either from the CIA or the capitalist
aspirations of the newlook KGB.
Otto didn't know who was responsible
for the explosion that destroyed his pig farm. All he knew for
sure was that whoever had wanted to take his pigs had made a
dreadful miscalculation, since whether they had wanted them dead
or alive, it seemed unlikely that they had wanted them blown
to smithereens and scattered as charred fragments over the lush
greenery of his valley.
Several years later, no-one
was any the wiser. The scientists had not decided what caused
PSE, and their task had become harder with the death or escape
of all the affected animals. As for Otto's sons, it seems that
the lack of PSE pork may have played a factor in their becoming
typically rowdy adolescents, their precocious childhoods forgotten
in the rush of puberty. Otto meanwhile, discretely left farming
and became a plumber.
From time to time, though,
fantastic rumours about the strange happenings in the nearby
forests would resurface, although whether these were due to frustrated
pig-hunters or to the mysteriously low profile pigs was not at
There are few amongst us who do not recognize
freedom as a God's given right. History is abundant with men
who preached, beseeched, fought and gave their lives for this
most sacred principle of individual freedom. In the Declaration
of Independence the delegates to the Congress of the United States
speak of all men being endowed by their Creator with certain
unalienable rights, among them Liberty.
Liberty ensues from independence, independence
from the spirit of liberty.
The Preamble of the American Constitution
speaks of securing "the blessings of liberty to ourselves
and our posterity". All the articles that follow are illumined
by this preamble. The Bill of Rights declared in force December
15, 1791 defines and further protects these rights with particular
accent on freedom of the citizenry.
On June 26, 1945, in the city of San Francisco,
a text equally authentic in Chinese, English, French, Russian
and Spanish reaffirms faith in the "fundamental human rights,
in the dignity and worth of the human person, in the equal rights
of men and women... " So reads the preamble of the Charter
of the United Nations. The first text in the history of the human
race addressing all people, men and women - the world over.
How few delegates understood the meaning of
such noble precepts. But we mustn't give up. The charter had
been affirmed hardly 50 years ago; a long journey indeed since
1215 when King John of England, at Runnymede, signed the Magna
Carta. An early seed for the charters of freedoms to come.
Freedom from whom, from what? Who will take
care of us when we're free? Who will tell us what to do, where
to work, how to earn our living? Who will tell us what to believe
in, what to teach our children, where to send them to school?
Who will protect us from the unexpected, the unknown, the unpredictable?
What of unemployment? What about our old age? What....???
How dare they give us freedom?
Responsibility, no one told us, is the obverse
side of the coin of freedom.
781 years lapsed since the singing of the
Magna Carta. Are we ready to take on the responsibility of being
free? 220 years since the Declaration of Independence. Are we
ready for the independence? Are we ready to stand up and walk
on our own two feet without the assistance of a king, prince,
church, welfare state looking after us? Are we willing to chart
our own direction on the turbulent oceans of life and adventure?
Or do we demand our illusory rights without paying the dues of
Freedom without responsibility is anarchy.
Freedom for the select few is oligarchy.
Freedom imposed on children is irresponsibility.
Freedom is a privilege to be earned, not given.
Freedom is an idea.
And ideas are power. Yet to impose one's ideas
on others is equivalent to the practice of the blackest Black
Magic. We infuse others with concepts that are not yet ready
to flourish. We cast pearls before swine; yet swine remain blameless
and we are the guilty. Great ideas are sacred and we must cherish
that which is holy. Yet we must be so careful. To withhold knowledge
from one seeking it is paramount to refusing food to a starving
child. The greatest teachers always offered, never imposed their
The greater our understanding of freedom,
the more responsibility we take on for our brothers. We truly
become our brothers' keepers. We begin to perceive that we all
are little more than tenants in this world. That we did not create
it, that we did little to enhance it, that we hardly deserve
to be in it. That up to now we were no more than carefree tots
in a magic kindergarten, and that it is time to stand up and
look over the edge of our playpen. The world lies outside. A
world we have never seen till now.
It is time, finally, to leave our private
Garden of Eden.
We have tasted of the tree of knowledge. We
become as gods, knowing good and evil. We learned discrimination.
The phase of carefree, irresponsible, wasteful life is over.
And as we increase the seeds of our understanding, we begin to
take on responsibility for the conditions around us. Our eyes
slowly open. We realize that though we cannot be perfect, we
can try to do the very best we can. In all walks of life. We
make sure that each day, as we retire, we leave the world a slightly
better place. Just slightly. Just a little better. Perhaps
a little happier. Perhaps, a little more responsible.
And as we look beyond childhood, we begin
to savour the divine, wondrous, intoxicating attribute of freedom.
Essay #8 from BEYOND RELIGION vol. I.
as a Chaotic Process
Presented on 15th International
Conference of Society for Chaos Theory in Psychology and Life
Sciences, Denver, August 2005
Carl G. Jung introduced the term of Individuation
as a process of man's potential, psychic development during the
second half of life into a unique and complex personality. He
realised that in order to advance our understanding of the psyche;
we would have to view it within an interdisciplinary context.
The human psyche is a complex system, and
its dynamics is virtually unpredictable. Three principle parts of the human psyche are consciousness,
the personal unconscious and the collective unconscious. Consciousness
is composed of perceptions, memories, thoughts, and feelings.
Consciousness has a threshold, so that all elements that are
too weak or incompatible remain in the unconscious. It is intensive,
concentrated, transient, and directed upon the immediate present
and the immediate field of attention. Consciousness analyses
- breaks things down into their component parts.
Stability and order refers to consciousness,
whereas instability or chaos refers to the unconscious.
The unconscious contains not only all the forgotten material
of the individual's own past, but also all the inherited behaviour.
The unconscious contains all the fantasy combinations, which
in the course of time and under suitable conditions will enter
the light of consciousness. It is highly extensive, synthesis
components into new combinations that are synergetic (they exceed
the sum of the parts). These combinations are not predictable,
so they challenge the limitations of consciousness.
Consciousness and the unconscious form
a complementary pair of opposites similar to order and chaos
in the chaos theory.
The relations between consciousness
and the unconscious are regulated by the movement of psychic
energy. Using the language of the chaos theory collaboration
between consciousness and the unconscious is through loop of
negative and positive feedback. Each new content that comes up
from the unconscious is altered in its basis nature by being
partly integrated into the conscious mind. The unconscious through
some symptoms like no tangible mood or depression, dull discontent,
a feeling of resistance, boredom or emptiness gives signals for
some changes in our psyche. They are positive feedback.
Consciousness is trying to oppose or disregard
these signals through negative feedback.
If the unconscious is continuously suppressed it could be serious
consequences like stagnation or one-sided character. But when
consciousness allows some flow of energy from unconscious it
activates some images and raises them from unconscious. Sometimes
the creative activity of the psyche transforms the chaos of the
collective unconscious contents into such images as appear in
dreams, fantasies, visions, a every variety of creative art.
Jung believed that cooperation between consciousness and the
unconscious is essential to humankind's evolution.
Stage I Preparation
Tension, conflict, confusion and suffering
characterise our descent into the unconscious.
Entering into a state of chaos must always be the first step
in any process of creation, which is known as individuation
in the creation of one's Self. We create the new by bringing
order of chaos. When our ego becomes enmeshed in unconscious
dynamics, experiences instability. The instability is characteristic
feature for complex system approaching the bifurcation point.
Some fluctuations in system combine through positive feedback
loops, becoming strong enough to shatter any pre-existing organisation.
At this point the self-organising system reaches levels of
complexity at which it spontaneous reorganise into new and complex
structure that exhibits novel features.
Stage II Incubation
The process of individuation similar to process
of creativity usually goes underground for a while to unconscious.
We can call this stage - incubation. It has often been thought
the most creative part of the entire process. The unconscious
manipulates those wholes to produce new constructions, new patterns.
Free from rational directions, ideas can combine and pursue each
other every which way. This uncontrolled sate of mind can
be described by chaotic process which is attracted to some states
- attractors. Jung suggested that within us we have images,
which come from our instincts and become powerful forces of attractions.
He called these images - archetypes - repetition of similar
experiences and forms. There are as many archetypes
as there typical situations in life.
During the second half of life, the ego is
affected by the shadow and the anima/animus archetypes.
The shadow represents everything that has been repressed
or gone recognised. It contains anger and sexuality, but also
joy, spontaneity and creative fires.
The anima is personification of all feminine psychological
tendencies in man's psyche, where the animus is the male
personification of the unconscious in woman. According to Jung,
synchronistic events are associated with the archetypes. He suggests
that they are often generated by heightened emotions. Emotions
lower threshold of consciousness while strengthening the unconscious.
Synchronicity pushes us toward individuation by speaking to us
in ways we uniquely understand.
Stage III Illumination
When a conflict situation arises, the corresponding
archetypes will be formed in the unconscious. Since the archetype
posses a specific energy, it will attract to itself the contents
of consciousness - conscious ideas that become capable of conscious
It felt as an illumination. The insurgence of the shadow is part
of corrective effort made by self to bring personality back into
balance. The positive function of the anima occurs when a man
take seriously the feelings, moods, expectations, and fantasies
and when he fixes them is writing, painting, sculpture or musical
composition. The positive side of the animus can personify an
enterprising spirit, courage, truthfulness, and the highest form,
Stage IV - Self Realisation
The last station on the path of individuation
is Self-realisation. It leads the individual to know himself
for what he naturally is, as distinguished from what he would
like to be.
One of the highest path is creativity - man's tendency to actualise
himself, to become his potentialities. The more I know myself,
the more of my potential I can incarnate and the richer my experience
Maslow speaks of creativity as a "universal
heritage of every human". The individual who gains mental
health as he goes through the developmental process exhibits
increasing creativeness. Creativity transforms both the creator,
through the personal experiences of the process, and others through
the impact of new knowledge and innovative artifacts. Verbal
creativity, as distinct from non-verbal creativity, is a most
important component in the process of individuation. It is important
to test out our thoughts and feelings with others.
The individuation is a complex, non-linear,
and dynamic process that transforms the chaos of the collective
unconscious contents into order in consciousness.
The Individuation is a spiral, repeated pattern of becoming
conscious of the presence of various archetypes, separating them
out from the unconscious, and the reintegrating them into the
Through this process we experience an enrichment
of consciousness, new growth, a new level of being, new interest
and creativity. We become more complex, holistic,
adaptable, open and sensitive.
Man becomes whole when and only when the process of individuation
is complete, then the conscious and unconscious have learned
to live at peace and to complement one another.
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Jung, C.G., (1971) The Portable Jung, Penguin Book
Maslow, A.H. (1962) Toward a Psychology of Being, Princeton:
Prigogine, I., & Stengers, I. (1984). Order out of Chaos,
Man's new dialogue with nature, New York: Bantam
Von Franz, M.L. (1968). The Process of Individuation,
Part 3, Man and Symbols, Laurel
They were almost home. The last few
miles seamed to have had no end at all. But now the green patches
below formed a well known pattern of fields and forest they flew
around every day to hunt frogs as every summer.
It was a mild pleasant early May and everything
was as it used to be any other year. Along the way they saw small
gray dots hopping around below them and they knew the people
are cheering at their return. And finally they saw the well known
large tin roof gleaming in the sunlight on top of the highest
hill around and behind it as large a roof made of old straw with
their nest on the far end of the ridge.
Everything was as usual after the winter and they new that after
a shortest possible rest they will have to clean the debris,
remove broken straw and start repairing their old home with new
bits of branches, feathers and new grasses picked in the fields
, before the farmers go out and start their work. They settled
on the nest after making two circles around the square yard and
surrounding it buildings. Today they had to rest. Even water
and food will have to wait until early morning, when the work
Three weeks later people below in the yard
cheered again . One stork stayed in the nest. That meant the
eggs have been laid. Now for weeks they will switch places over
the eggs and go out to feed one at the time. Then both parents
will fly out and spend their entire days bringing whatever they
could hunt down and feeding the black constantly open beaks until
they grow enough to start their flight schooling. People noticed
that there were more little necks sticking up from the nest than
usual but they were not surprised the summer was warm and
with good amount of rain there was enough food for all the storks
around and other birds. The parent birds thought so too, what
they did not think of was that they may not have strength to
bring food enough for four hungry black little beaks and for
themselves too. And if they do not eat enough than the small
birds will get less and less food and they will not grow fast
enough to learn to fly before frost comes. The entire family
may perish. They had to make a quick and ruthless decision, but
it had to be done.
Kay, a happy little stork , one of the four
little thin necks sticking up from the large nest on the roof
of a barn had no idea of the impending doom. He ate everyday
and he flopped small wings that were now ending with tiny but
already hard feathers and cuddled every night under warm wings
of two large birds that protected him and his brothers and sister.
And here all of a sudden the large birds, representing so far
for weeks all the god parts of life, safety and warmth, came
in the nest and beat him with those wings and tried to push him
out of their nest and down into the abyss of the wild and thorny
raspberry bushes below. Kay fought very hard. He had no time
to figure out the story behind this strange behavior of his parents.
He had to fight back and he did. Finally he won. They did not
manage to push him down. He lay in the nest with the whole world
spinning in his head. What happened? What did he do wrong? The
next day nobody bothered him , but when parents returned with
food it turned out there was none for him. He fought his brothers
to get to the regurgitated portions but they were stronger and
the parents protected them. The next day he tried also but it
was even harder. Only from time to time they let him pick up
some tiny bits that happened to fall closer to him and they weren't
large enough for anyone to bother to fight him for .
The next two weeks he was getting weaker and
weaker still trying to understand what all this meant and still
trying to pick up some leftovers when it was possible. Than the
two brothers and the sister flew out of the nest after few days
spent on walking the ridge to and from and hopping up along it
for days. They came back and parents came to feed them but from
this day on the whole family would fly out in a morning and come
back only to rest and fly out again. There were no more spilled
bits for Kay. He looked up at them more and more sadly. The hope
he still had in his heart was beginning to die out. He knew they
did not want him there but nobody bothered to throw him out so
he just would lay there and watch them. They were so strong and
magnificent. No wonder they did not care for him. How could he
even think he deserved any attention? It was obvious he could
not measure up. One day they
click-clocked their beaks curving their long
white necks into loops and than they circled the roof twice and
flew away. Kay looked after them , looked and looked until they
became tiny dots at the horizon. This was good- by. The days
were still warm but the night caught him unprepared. It had gotten
so much colder and there was nobody he could cuddle up to. In
the morning he felt so cold he could not move. He put his entire
effort to pick himself up and he tried to stand and straighten
out his legs. He almost fell out . He settled in and started
to wait peacefully for the unavoidable.
The little girl walking around in the yard
looked up at the nest the storks left yesterday. The summer was
over. One could feel the chill in the morning air and see the
leafs turning bright yellow. She liked to watch the old railway
worker who was tending now to this yard , the animals and other
things. She liked to watch him chop the wood and steam potatoes
and kitchen leftovers for the piglets in the barn. And she liked
to listen to his stories.
-Mr. Suchecki - she went on - are the storks
coming back today, do You think?
- No child - I don't think so. The fall is setting in now. They'll
be back next spring, You'll see.
- But there is still one there. I saw it. Won't they come back
to get him?
- Yeah, I know it is there but he will not live. It was too weak.
They left him there to dye, I think.
- But this is not possible. They could not have done that!
- You see the birds know these things. He is probably sick and
they could not let him delay a whole flock.
The girl thought for a while and than ran
home. She did not go to any of the women of the house. She knew
better. The only person that could help the bird was Uncle. Uncle
was a priest and he was not her uncle at all but she knew he
would be on her side. He was the one bringing home birds with
their wings broken in the storms and little rabbits caught by
the edge of a sickle and kept them in his room. He would understand
that if there was a lonely and sick bird up there on the ridge
of a barn than people have to take it down and try to save it
and if they can not heal it , at least pet his head so he does
not dye alone. They did that for a rabbit. They sat there with
him until he fell asleep for ever and they both felt there was
a little soul there that went to heaven even though Uncle could
not talk about it with her for the Church told him animals had
no souls. But they both new better. And she was right.
This afternoon Mr. Suchecki pulled out a long ladder used only
to lay new straw on the roofs and climbed up to the nest with
them both watching intently from the yard. The bird was still
Now, that the coalition for the rights of the bird was formed
the women the grandmother and the aunt could be included
in the event
The Aunt was a real aunt and the grandmother
too. The girl new that they were related somehow with the Uncle
but she knew also that He was so different, this could not be
a close relation. But they were practical enough and she admitted
they were good to have around. The bird was weighted first- Mr.
Suchecki came out to tell that this bird may live but weighs
only 0,20 kg and even so most of that weight must be flies and
lice on it's feathers. After this he demanded a large can of
insect killing specific and a bath and money for new clothes
for himself. The girl and the Uncle decided this was not a high
demand for the service.
The stork got cleaned, washed, dried and finally
there came time to feed it. And the new problem came up. The
stork could not eat. He forgot how to open his beak and was apathetic
and indifferent to all that was happening. It took two hands
to hold his beak open and the other two to massage his neck after
some drops of watered down milk was poured down. But the little
girl talked to the bird and patted his white head and played
with it and he finally reacted and told her his name was Kay
and that he was so tired and did not know what to do any more
and that nobody loved him and he did not want to live. And day
after day the girl talked this sad vision out of his bird brain
and the food pushed down his neck with long steady strokes became
a bit more solid and helped to form a better mood.
Two weeks later Kay started to walk the yard
with the girl. In another week the aunt decided that Kay is strong
enough to move in with the hens for the night. This idea did
not work too well . The hens, solid but rather stupid birds,
tried to kill this long legged thing that pretended to be a cock
but was not. The old kitchen on the other side of the house became
temporary stork nest with room for people to visit . Meanwhile
Mr. Suchecki was partitioning off a portion of a barn for a storkhouse.
Kay moved in there in November, but his food was still served
in that kitchen , every day at 8.00 at 14.00 and at 17.00 , always
half hour before the house meals so the feeding party of the
day would have time to wash their hands before the meal. Kay
watched this schedule to a T. When one day some guests came over
and the kitchen door was closed at 14.00 the surprised guests
saw the large bird jumping at the window sills and knocking on
a window with his beak and they could not believe the fact that
Kay found the right room in this large house and knocked to demand
Kay grew stronger over the winter but as soon
as the snow disappeared from the ground the next part of a training
program was introduced. Nearby there was a hill where the church
used to be before the war. Now it had only foundation showing
through the thick grasses and the new wooden church was at the
foot of this hill, nearer to the small village. Mr. Suchecki
went to smooth the path and to cut down gray winter grass.
The problem of a starting point was solved.
For Kay could not just flop his wings and fly away. He was walking
the yard for so long he had no need for flying. It was necessary
to take him each time up the church hill and chase him down the
path so that he could not run and would have to help himself
with the wings. There was still a question of landing. Kay would
flop his wings and after a week of hard work was able to fly
maybe 5 yards. His food for a while now was changed into strips
of chopped meat and fish bits. Uncle decided, that as soon as
the frogs wake up the ministrants should go catch frogs instead
of mass services. He said he could do a mass by himself but was
to old to get frogs so they would have to. And they did. Kay
had to learn to catch his food and than eat it.
With frogs for food he found it easier to learn flying and maybe
the exercise helped- the frogs did make him move faster. When
his parents started a new family up on his home nest, Kay was
a very strange looking creature, they could not have recognized
at all. He was the only purple stork in the world. Uncle , after
a long discussion with the girl came out to the yard and told
Mr. Suchecki to bade the stork in kali hipermanganicum.
It was a solution to the upcoming problem
with flying lesson. Kay had nobody to fly with him. Every day
he was flying a bit higher and landing a bit further away. There
had to be a solution for finding him when he would fly further
away and could not come back. And in the Sunday mass ending announcements
Uncle told all members of his congregation to watch for the purple
stork and to catch it and bring it back to his house. And so
every day at different hours one farmer or another would show
up on the horse drawn wagon and hand Mr. Suchecki or the girl
a stork with purple wings and after feeding the next flying lesson
The summer was getting on to its end and the
storks on the ridge of a barn learned how to fly. There were
only two young ones this year. Kay did his flying separately
and they ignored his efforts. But at the end of August they had
gotten together and finally Kay left with them for the winter.
Next May the storks came back to the ridge
of a barn and settled in as usual. The weather was beautiful
and the little girl and her uncle were outside the house when
a second pair of storks came flying and started circling about
the house. The girl looked up and yelled
Look , Uncle, it is our Kay!
-Hello Kay, come say hello! Look, he came to show us his bride.......
And the two storks came down above the two people and circled
very close , few yards above their heads. They did not land ;
but in flight they tilted their heads back and click-clocked
their hello to the two people below. Than they rose up and in
their circles and flew away to build a new nest in their own