Unconscious Is A Witch π§π½ββοΈ
I think of my unconscious as a wise old woman.
Someone who knows way more than the part of me talking about her.
She is powerful and intuitive.
Has near superhuman skills, understanding and agility.
Funky ways and an aura of mystery.
She was misunderstood, feared and vilified for long. Blamed for all our faults. For urges and desires that supposedly lead us astray.
Her benevolence and wisdom, even her undeniable role in our world, were denied and buried.
Everything associated with her- intuition, emotion, feeling- were cast away as useless and savage.
But despite all that, sheβs still standing.
Still ruling our lives.
Smiling through the chaos.
She sounds very much like a witch π§ββοΈ