(with affinities to Cancer and the 4th house)
Moon, Cancer, and the 4th house are all about the mysterious
past, memories, and the emotions
that those memories evoke... The
Moon - as symbol of the "undifferentiated unconscious"
- rules over the ever frightening, mysterious, spell-binding,
romantic magic of the night...
for a moment, if you can... our
earth without the benefit of electricity... No
electric lights... no neon signs to interfere with the darkness
of the night...
Back Even Further...
Now... go back even further in your mind... back
to a time when ancient humanity had not yet learned to harness
the element of fire...
imagine the friendly, blazing Sun setting over the western
as the mysterious veil of Night slowly, gradually starts her
majestic rule over the dusky horizon, until only her Moon
and stars are allowed entry
into the vast, dark sky domain... with
the Moon casting her beautifully enchanting (yet frighteningly
ominous) shadows and silhouettes over the surface of the earth...
Imagine, for just a brief moment, experiencing firsthand -
the awe, mystery, and magic felt by the ancients over the
ever-changing, undependable Moon who
nevertheless redeemed herself with the faithful cycles
of renewal and death...
From almost the very beginning of time, the Moon was
perceived in the eyes of the ancients as being faithfully
nurturing and generous - yet paradoxically undependable, sinister,
and dangerous... When
and how was it that the Moon came to be related to madness
and lunacy?... and
at the same time, related to the mysteries of romance, unconditional
love and emotional nurturance...
evident that even from the earliest of times - the ancients
were aware of the relationship between the Moon and the tides,
and they were also aware of the still more mysterious connection
between the lunar cycle and the physiological cycle of women...
to this day - ask
just about any police officer on the beat... ask
just about anyone who works direct
care in a Mental Health facility... Or
ask two young (at heart) lovers walking
hand in hand on a moonlite stroll... They'll
all tell you that there's definitely "something" to
the changing phases of the Moon...
boundless expanse full of unprecedented uncertainty,
with apparently no inside and no outside, no above and
no below, no here and no there, no mine and no thine,
no good and no bad. It is the world of water (1) , where
all life floats in suspension; where ... the soul of
everything living, begins (2) ; where I am indivisibly
this and that; where I experience the other in myself
and the other-than-myself experiences me (3) ...
I am utterly one with the world (4) , so much a part
of it that I forget all too easily who I really am.
'Lost in oneself' is a good way of describing this state.
But this self is the world, if only a consciousness
could see it. (5)" Carl G Jung's The Archetypes
and The Collective Unconscious - Collected Works Part
9 (i) (PG21-22)