I’m a huge fan of Classical Mythology.   I have been ever since “Steve Yerk” introduced me to the constellations of the night sky when I was a kid.    I loved it when Steve would come over to fix our t.v. because he was really good to me and bring his telescope and tell me the stories about mythological creatures.    My love of the subject grew and I studied myths in college.   I really resonated with the psychic aspect of myths.    Of how they could potentially point to a sort of “lost realm” of human consciousness.   This fascinated me and I studied it in great detail.

Bronze Minotaur

from an image search "minotaur"

Of note in this particular moment is the Minotaur.   There are lots of stories about what the minotaur supposedly means.   I read at one time that ancient people knew about the precession of equinoxes and that people had certain totemic images that corresponded with the zodiacal signs.   Ancient Crete occured during the Age of Taurus, hence the bull cults.   Ancient Israel and the Ram for the Age of Aries.    Pisces for the early Christians, etc.

A story about the minotaur that I like is how he is a stubborn, bullish aspect of the human experience who is at the center of a labrinthe.    I think of this in terms of samskaras and yoga.    I think when we start going inward we encounter some resistance.    We want to hide a little and avoid doing this work.    That’s the inertia which I view as a stubborn bull.    We also have to enter the many halled labrinthe of our own minds.    This is difficult work.

Of course, there’s a princess waiting.   Of course, winding out a piece of string is useful.    Of course, the myth is a stratum of lost culture.     Of course, of course.   Lately I’ve been feeling like a minotaur.    Maybe I’m entering without winding out some string?   Maybe not.    Cool story and cool picture at any rate.