Psykhe, the Goddess of Soul

What is coming of the world? Holy crap, mind my French. I have been enjoying listening to the Wall Street Journal on Spotify this morning, and it has been incredibly refreshing to listen to news that feels like, not to be cliche, “real news”. I have a renewed Faith just upon being reported to, about the military, North Korea, China, and the stock market. It is complex and intelligent, this world we live in. I cannot devise any sort of reassuring reality from Facebook, YouTube, or Bing News. But it is out there if one knows where to look. I suppose I have been avoiding doing such a thing, but I feel it is becoming even more prudent and an issue of responsibility and adulthood to pay attention in this day and age.

I had the most incredible dream last night. It led me to awakening at an earlier morning hour and doing a search on Greek and Latin Mythology. I found a site called theoi.com that is focused on Greek Mythology. It came from me searching the Goddess Psykhe, the Goddess of the Soul who was married to Eros, or Cupid, the God of Love. Psykhe was once a mortal princess, and she was such a beauty that men came to worship her as a girl rather than honoring the Goddess Aphrodite. Aphrodite commanded Eros to transform himself into a hideous man and carry Psykhe off to a cave where she was instructed not to gaze upon his face. Psykhe’s jealous sisters tricked her into disobeying the God and he became angry and forsook her. Psykhe searched the world for her lost love and eventually came to service and admonishment of Aphrodite. The Goddess commanded her to perform a series of impossible tasks which culminated in a journey to the underworld. Psykhe was afterwards reunited with Eros and the couple were married in a ceremony attended by all the Gods.

In my dream I was told my name was Psykhe. I was given a ring with a pale blue stone. Steve was wandering from me as he often is in my dreams and we were preparing for a wedding, though I had lost him, I was searching. There were other details to the dream, and I awakened to discover the meaning to Psykhe’s story in Greek mythology. It will have special meaning for me and my wandering of mind. The word “psychic” obviously is linked with this goddess, and as I have discussed in many a blog, my mental illness must be a gift, and if it were to be a gift it would be that. The gift of sight. Obviously creativity is a mechanism for us seers, and is a result of having a direct line to God or the Source. We channel and create, and then read or evaluate our creations and devise visions or "in-sights". It is my path, I accept it. It does not pay well, at least not at this moment, and comes along with many challenges. In this society we call it mental illness. I have it, no doubt.

So how do my visions of these greek gods and goddesses, these dreams, relate to current events? I have to say that if I am to stretch my mind to that place I verge on psychosis… another word with links to the Goddess of Soul. Some worlds are not meant to be linked, or perhaps not linked directly. I suppose this is why I usually do not listen to the news… though it is pertinent and refreshing to check in with reality. Yes, there is a reality. Philosophically, it can be subjective, but I have also learned that, though one may travel, see, there is a hard earth to return to. One where we hunger literally, and where there is death and war. I am grateful that in my reality there are sweet animals, a man to love and family to relish in. Gratitudes all around.