Time to dress up and have a good time! Time get loose and enjoy the night with lights and laughter! Time to dress up as ghosts and ghouls! Vampires and witches! Monsters and zombies! All fictional characters that may never do us any harm! Get masks upon our faces and boo! Time to celebrate the darkness with light…Time to go to haunted houses get scared… because it’s fun! ...Time to go abandoned places with friends… like in those horror movies…time to explore the mystery of watching the night through the holes of your mask…never showing your real faces… a sudden scream in the distance…a whisper in the dark...real or not…time to do silhouettes on the wall…you know like shadows… time to not take things too seriously…
It was Charles Baudelaire who translated and published poems of Edgar Allan Poe in 1854-1855, saying he was his “twin soul” in writing…and up to this day nobody knows what caused Poe’s death. Some say it was alcohol poisoning…delirium tremens…heart disease…rabies…nobody knows…yet, strangely enough, he was wearing someone else’s clothes when they found him…
Usually when we get home at night to rest, we think about the day, get our stuff down, think about tomorrow, start turning off all lights to go to sleep, we get inside the covers and think nice beautiful things…so our mind is elsewhere…-but look around…if you sleep alone in a dark room...take a good look around…I mean, I don’t mean to frighten you but...you know that feeling when you sense someone is there with you? ...Like if someone is there looking at you? And then you think about it but deny it getting all distracted… “nonsense” you say...but you don’t know really.... “It’s all in my mind, it’s not real.” But we don’t know really... I mean... someone could be there watching you…
Spirit of the Dead
by Edgar Allan Poe
Thy soul shall find itself alone
‘Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy:
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness--for then,
the spirits of the dead, who stood
in life before thee, are again
in death around thee, and their will
shall overshadow thee; be still.
The night--tho’ clear—shall frown--
And the stars shall not look down,
Form their high thrones in the heaven,
with light like those hope to mortals given--
but their red orbs, without beam,
to thy burning and a fever
which would cling to thee for ever.
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish--
Now are visions ne’er to vanish--
From thy spirit shall thy pass
No more-Like dewdrop from the grass.
The breeze—the breath of God—is still--
And the mist upon the hill
is symbol and a token--
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!
Carl Jung’s archetypes do include a “Shadow,” which is the “dark side” of our personality…a primitive, negative, religiously depreciated human who has impulses like selfishness, greed, envy, rage…and its presence it completely obscured from consciousness. Jungian analyst Aniela Jaffes define the shadow as “the sum of all personal and collective psychic elements which, because of their incompatibility with the chosen conscious attitude, are denied expression in life.” And then it gets deep into “Demonic possessions” and other dark things like that…
So maybe there's no one really there watching us but it's part of our fear...its the shadow that hangs from the edge of our mind...and quite annoys us little bit... like a spine...like a small painful dark spine...and we hide it so well...we hide it so well gentlemen...that shadow we hide from ourselves is like how we hide from the people with our masks...and then... well, we might be thinking things that are not nice...and then...maybe... well we can start thinking to do things that are not nice...and that may surprises us to know about ourselves...and then we question ourselves "how can I be thinking this?" ...those things we can only be shared with our shadow...in the dark...and the thoughts can makes us feel powerful... make us be in control ...persuade us to do things our shadow wants us to do...and that's scary...because it follows a train of thought, a "stream of consciouness" ...and it gets darker and darker...and then...as my friend Edgar did...we can write about it...instead of doing them...we write about it...and we feel them...through that Beauty, that dark gothic beauty that takes us down...deeply down to where things are not that nice...we take it to light...in a tetric dark place perhaps... where Beauty is rarely seen, we dive in...and how brave it is to deeply dive in into the shadows, and write about it, without doing any harm at all... and come out safe from actually sitting down next to the devil and talk about it... from feeling really low and bad enough... dark feelings that trigger us...makes us snap... or inspire us to do dark things...and instead of doing them...we let it recycle it through something positive, something truthful, something that people can connect to, something that we may feel...even if its as dark as the devil itself, or as bad as something I can't even describe...it's valueable to find it and process it, because it's true, and the most we can do for those shadows is make them dance in the light...and then......the fear is not that intense anymore...because you have overcomed it...because you have conquered it...and still, everything you do is still in the power of your mind...under your choice, regardless of the influence that surround you.
and let me tell you a secret...once you have experienced it...similar experiences will not affect you as much...they will be easier to conquer...to defeat...becuase we take it light.
I don’t mean to startle you...but when you get home tonight or even any night…If you sleep alone and turn off all lights…if you start listening to that silence…that void and gap of space in the dark…that terrible darkness that hushes and whispers voices... and makes you remember that darkness it's still there...try to not think about those things…try not to...(unless you think your mind is disciplined enough to come back?) because it might trigger fear in you…trust me; I’ve had horrible experiences with the fear of darkness when I was young…and I've had nightmares with shadows that choke me till I can't even breathe anymore... and it was horrible... -Fear, gentlemen, fear is what gets intense and dark if its satisfied in thoughts… it might make you linger for the night…make you linger long enough to keep you awake…it might stare at you while you close your eyes…and perhaps...it might be breathing behind you too... from the back of the mind...even if you are not thinking about it…so...just be careful...because if you let it grow...your nightmares might come true…
Happy Halloween ;)