Sep 19, 2014 7:55 AM

Sacred Spaces & New Myths

CC Jean Stimmell: 9/18/14 Pawtuckaway Park
Arthur George, in an interview about his new book Will Mythology Save Us? traces how humans moved from fantasy thinking to more directed thinking through language very recently, in just the last two to three thousand years of our long evolutionary history.

This rapid psychic development, he says, has resulted in a major imbalance, allowing our rational ego consciousness to almost totally repress our vital unconscious processes, “which among other things has rendered our culture too masculine, warlike, and out of touch with nature.”

I believe that Arthur George has put his finger on the root cause of the dementia that haunts our modern world. It’s not what the conservatives have done or the liberals; it’s not what the Christians have done or the Muslims; it’s over-dominance by our rational minds that is the problem.

For the sake of our mother earth and all her precious inhabitants, we need to find a way to a higher level of existence, one where our conscious self is integrated with the full contents of our unconscious.

George says the way to do this is by “facilitating more and better new myths.”[i] Certain criteria must be followed:

For a new myth to work, it has to reconnect us to what in the ancient world was called the center of the world: “a sacred spot where the divine, in the heavens and the underworld, connected with the earthly…it is where the three planes of the cosmos meet and thus lies at the heart of reality. Archetypically, it was also thought of as the place of creation.”

In simpler language the sacred spot is a temple or sanctuary where we can interact with our deities and experience transcendence: “Sacred space is existential for humans, and can exit anywhere on earth.”

My sacred spot is the Boulder Field in Pawtuckaway State Park, but it wasn’t always so. When I was younger and more rational, it was just a nest of giant rocks. However, over time as I age, I have become increasingly mesmerized by the magic of this spot.

It has become a sacred space.

Something changes as soon as I pass up over the last ridge and descend down into the valley of the boulders. I enter into the center of my world, a more-than-human space: the temperature drops and sounds fade away, as if being ushered in to the cool stillness of a great cathedral. Walking around, I feel as if I am exploring the Stonehenge that Gaia built.

As I have tried to show with these two photographs, great hulking beings inhabit this world, sad and pensive, two-stories high.
CC Jean Stimmell: 9/18/14 Pawtuckaway Park


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