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Walking down a dirt trail heading out from the south-western edge of the small village about three kilometres from my villa, I went in search of birds. The trail is rough and follows along the shore of the estuary or laguna. This day I decided to go further west past the narrow highway that leads to Mérida, down the dirt road that used to be the route to Sisal further west down the Yucatan coast. I knew that I was going to come across the bridge that was damaged during one of the last hurricanes in this area and I assumed that it would prevent me from linking to the west shore. Well, as you can see in this photo, vehicles could never make it across. This was the best part of the remains. In two different spots I was reduced to using broken pieces of the bridge as stepping stones in order to make it across. And, I did make it across the river that joins the sea with the estuary that covers most of the coastal area of the Yucatan.
Crossing a river. In Jungian psychology, crossing the river is symbolic of transformation.
By crossing the river the hero achieves the critical degree of consciousness necessary to confront and assimilate the power of the unconscious … Jung also recognized a danger in not “fording the stream of unconsciousness … (Women and Sacrifice, William Beers)
Now, this explains the need to take this photo and to bring it here. The alchemical work that is in progress while I am in Mexico is being flooded with so many images that it makes sense to me that it is all about change. I don’t know if that is good or bad in terms of where I have been and where I am going. Looking at this image I get a feeling that the transformation is not necessarily going to be gentle. The journey looks to be rough and solitary. But then again, the journey of individuation is precisely that, rough and solitary. It can’t be any other way. So I wait and wonder what when will the hurricane strike opening up a singular route for me to follow.
I went on a long walk this morning, walking to the fishing village then beyond into the salt marshes that seem to cover most of the northern and western coastal areas of the Yucatan. I managed to get a number of different photos featuring birds, the safe harbour sheltering a variety of fishing boats, and hurricane damage that destroyed the bridge which once gave access to a distant town called Sisal. As I walked back, this turkey vulture presented herself and allowed me to photograph her. And now, you are probably wondering how a photo of a turkey vulture has made it into this Jungian blog. I will let Jung tell you something about vultures. The following is taken from a lecture to the Abernethian Society at St. Bartholomew’s Hospital, London in a speech called: THE CONCEPT OF THE COLLECTIVE UNCONSCIOUS.
The vulture symbol (which Freud also discusses in the work mentioned) makes this view all the more plausible. With some justification he quotes as the source of the symbol the Hieroglyphica of Horapollo, a book much in use in Leonardo’s time. There you read that vultures are female only and symbolize the mother. They conceive through the wind (pneuma). This word took on the meaning of “spirit” chiefly under the influence of Christianity. Even in the account of the miracle at Pentecost the pneuma still has the double meaning of wind and spirit. This fact, in my opinion, points without doubt to Mary, who, a virgin by nature, conceived through the pneuma, like a vulture. Furthermore, according to Horapollo, the vulture also symbolizes Athene, who sprang, unbegotten, directly from the head of Zeus, was a virgin, and knew only spiritual motherhood.
In looking for more information to understand more about this visitor to my life today, I came across information about Nekhebet, the creator of life and the goddess responsible for death and rebirth. For those who follow the comments posted by others here, there have been a few regarding death and rebirth and past lives, past experiences of death and rebirth. It appears as though I am being pointed to being more open about possibilities that are foreign to my conscious repetoire of knowledge. I do know that I only hold a minute part of all that is within my field of awareness and that the collective unconscious is a repository that reduces my meagre knowledge base to less that a pinpoint of light. And so, I move on, perhaps a bit wiser for allowing a symbol from the collective unconscious to speak to me.