Tuesday, June 16, 2015

myth as medicine: ajavol and the sacred seeds

myth, a word with little meaning in the modern world, is one of the many medicines which mother earth has given humanimanimals to help us heal ourselves. recurring patterns of myths are echoed throughout most if not all cultures from ancient into present times. the myths of ancient cultures, although commonly dismissed by modern history and science, contain elements of healing for the disconnected human psyche.  

in school, we all were taught to mock the myths of ancient cultures who foolishly believed that coyotes could talk, or that humans were led by ants from the ground. yet, with the forests disappearing, the air polluted, and humanity heavily depressed and medicated, who are the real fools? the secret about myth that we were denied by the miseducation system is simple. myths are stories meant to teach us something about ourselves, about the world around us. 

the story of adam and eve in the garden and their fall from godhood was never intended to be interpreted as history. it's the story of you and me, of our fall from godhood, of us casting ourselves out of earth's perfect garden. the story of jesus was never intended to become a religion of dogmatic followers. it's the story of our redemption, of our death and rebirth, of our awakening. that's why these very stories, and so many others are repeated widely among so many different cultures who have never had communication with each other.

in a society of repression and abuse, our myths have been commandeered by those with a capitalist imperialist mindset, and we have been fed disempowering stories such as the story of capitalism - that some people have more rights to earth's gifts than others - or the story that industrial progress is humanity's ultimate destiny, or the story of the state - that dishonest and narcissistic conmen are more entitled and empowered to run our lives than we are.

a people with no mythology is a people without power.

myth is medicine. myth holds the power to heal us. if we can connect to the channel of human consciousness within each of us, the collective psyche as carl jung refers to it, and tell the stories which reconnect us, we can teach each other and we can teach ourselves the way back to a healthy and whole humanity.

as a case study, a social experiment, and a step of both personal and collective healing, some family and i have been compiling a new mythology for the new world which is being birthed. surely this is a project that is deeper and wider than only my circle of friends, as people all over the world are awakening, setting themselves free, and birthing this new culture. 

we share our stories, in hopes that others will share theirs. the following is one of many stories of ajavol, the child goddess who found her calling and in her innocence and simplicity found herself the leader of a revolution. this is the story of you, and this is the story of me. this is the story of our healing.

ajavol and the sacred seeds

in the season of the great suffering, the villages of the clan of the takers filled the land. mother earth had been transformed into a barren wasteland, for the takers greedily consumed all the gifts of earth, leaving nothing in return. 
in little frog village lived a little girl, who was called ajavol. deeply troubled by the emptiness of life all around her, she longed for another world, although she only knew it in her dreams. one day, she heard the voice of the goddess of the lost forest, who guided young ajavol outside of her village into the forbidden badlands. as she walked through the dark and forlorn forest, she saw in the distance an object of great beauty and vibrant colour, both of which were strangers to her. she ran to see what it was, and saw a flower with seven rainbow-colored petals. she picked the flower, and overwhelmed by its beauty rushed into her village to show the elders.
ajavol, the child goddess
"this is forbidden knowledge!", the elders yelled as they took the flower from her hands, and stomped it on the ground, crushing its broken seeds into the broken earth. ajavol, devastated at the loss of the only beauty she had ever known, fell to her knees and wept over the broken flower until she could no longer weep. as night fell upon the village, her crying guided her into a deep and mournful sleep. 
the next morning, she awoke upon a bed of rainbow flowers, for her sacred tears had given life to the sacred seed of the sacred flower. overwhelmed by the beauty, she gathered all the flowers she could hold, and gave them to everyone she saw. the villagers, knowing not of this sacred beauty were awakened to new life. the elders, knew that this sacred beauty posed a great threat to their system of oppression. so they surrounded the villagers, took their flowers, and once again stomped upon the flowers, crushing the broken seeds into the broken earth. ajavol and the villagers were once again crushed at the loss of the only beauty they had known, and once again, shed sacred tears over the sacred seeds. when they awoke with the light of the morning sun, rainbow flowers covered the village. ajavol and the other children picked all the flowers they could carry, and gave them as gifts to all in little frog village.
as ajavol and the children of the revolution continued to spread the beauty of these flowers beyond the village, to the surrounding villages, valleys, and mountainsides, the newly found beauty was mercilessly trampled by the takers, who knew only to control through violence and fear. as the flowers were spread through the cycle of beauty and pain, they started to cover the entire land, giving a hope, a passion for beauty, and a newly awakened love to all the beings living on mother earth.
this is how ajavol, the child goddess came to find her sacred calling, as the goddess of the revolution.


*this story has also been posted at http://www.thebeautifuladventure.com/2015/04/the-power-of-myth-ajavol-and-sacred.html

**for more on the fascinating phenomenon of how myths repeat the same archetypes and stories throughout the world, check out joseph campbell's work. The Hero With A Thousand Faces

***for more on the archetypes of personal and cultural healing, and the human instinct, check out carl jung's work
Shamanism and the Psychology of C.G. Jung: The Great Circle