The Ark Within

When you read Greek mythology do you try envision the Gods? Or the creatures leaping off the pages? Of course what we all see would be somewhat unique to each of us, wouldn't it and probably nowhere to what a child back then say with their mind's eye?  Their world was in color, the one we read about them having is in black and white. Our experiences, attained knowledge, and imagination fills in the gaps. 

I expect it is pretty much the same when we read about other current religions and the words they hold dear, without the same background as one devout may have, we see something different based off of symbolism we know and being with as we absorb. 

Perhaps this is where lost in translation where we need to pause and consider this about ourselves and human nature, so battles do not take footing and set in, spilling the blood of the innocent in the process.

This was something on my mind today as I thought that spleen and how symbolically I feel it does represent something mankind has been in search of since word went to paper, and paper to binder. It has meaning to me for other reasons. Is it wrong to find more than one symbolism in a book that is Holy when those who are devout do not see it at the same? I know- weird question to pop in my mind, but it did. 

Is it offensive? And if it is, why? Especially if there is no harm and can bring wholeness to another if the find meaning too? 

I asked myself that question and before I knew it, I added an answer to another question not uttered nor thought but it made sense...

In ancient Greek, splánchna, spleen meant seat of emotions - different translations attach it to the digestive system, the core. It is a filter - a cup that cleans the toxic from the blood. So, again, I was thinking of that and how when mine was enlarged and fallen it was not longer protected by the rib cage - which looks like an Ark, hard and protective whether small and carrying something or the bow of a ship. ..

Yeah and it went from there.. 

The heart in which it feeds clean blood gives of the Divine light of gold, Manna - 

The womb which sits below in the dark births the blossoms of life.  

The thought God is within made complete sense looking at it through that symbolic lens. They no longer seemed like empty words and a way that could be used to explain to others who need some extra visuals. 

Here is my post when I thought of it all - 

I threw in some ancient Egyptian symbolism including Ra, as a way to see across time and beliefs.  Interesting how the eyes of Ra (luck) and Horus (protection) are like night and day with Ankh in the center looking like a spine with a head.  Do you see it? How many symbols, religions and eras did I just marry in these blog post? 

Maybe I need to see symbolism right now, I am not sure -I am still absorbing quite a bit and working through a hell of a lot, as the last 6 months show playing out on my blog. My life feels like a prop that was created for something else, written by someone else - if you are unsure what I mean , its all buried here on this site, one way or another. 

It's a lot. And that little girl in me is still crying,  I fear she will be for some time and it will come out in ways other will not understand - anger-fear- resentment- bittersweet melancholy- and sarcasm will be there.  It is a lot to let go of as it was woven into my foundation. The thing is, I don't see her sitting in a corner cowering, I still see her sitting there in a hospital bed, scared, watching the clock because that's all there is for her...

What happens to that part of me when I get go - where does she land? Where does she go? Will anyone be there to comfort her? This time? 

I want to love people again. I want to be useful and out there helping neighbors like I once did,it helped to make life make sense - it's just very hard right now - I feel shattered.  Heck, I don't even know if my christening photo is legit- I mean the Rosary Priest? Or was it a farce like a lot of those things we're learning about was during the cold war and spy games. When I was a devout little girl, was I allowed to be under that roof? What would have happened if I did die one of those times? Catholic,well ya know, ...

Questions I need to let go of- I know. I'm not a traditional Catholic like I once was -perhaps it's now a freedom I don't realize yet about choosing to return, not feeling like there are no other options or never were. Something until now I was never allowed. I was born into a system/organization, running amok, behind the scenes. I don't hate - that takes more energy than I honestly have right now.  

But what happens to her -where does she go when you let go? She's afraid of the dark. 

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