Myths Are Parables!

Inspired by a blog by The Secret Keeper on the importance of story in our lives, I thought I would add something of my own, expressed here though a poem I published in the original version of The Coming Of The Feminine Christ.

The Secret Keeper included this quote by Rilke in her post, which has inspired my response:

“How should we be able to forget those ancient myths that are at the beginning of all peoples, the myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.” 

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Heaven Of Angels: “It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God only.” William Blake.

Myths Are Parables

By Niamh Clune

Myths are parables
that speak in tongues
of universal lives
out of which
human consciousness is molded.

We live in them
as they live in us.
We move in them
as they move in us.

Universal lives,
Angels,
doing battle with their own shadows,
influencing the zodiac,
blazing their trail across the heavens,
charting the journey
each soul must make.

Turning the wheel of incarnation,
They bequeath us their myths:
heavenly maps that guide
each lost and wandering soul home.

Their myths allegorise the inner life.
Their angelic imperfections are the sins
that keep us on the cross of suffering.

We, the weary travelers seeking resolution,
must atone for the sins of angels,
first born of Spirit.

Thus, is spirit baptized…
through the mystical Blood
that courses in our veins.

Niamh Clune copyright 2013

About Dr Niamh

When I was a little girl (a very, very long time ago), I used to love learning new, really big words like ‘discombobulate’. As I grew, my love of words grew too, until I loved them so much, I could not stop writing them down. One day, as I was scribbling a particular word, a very peculiar thing happened. The word shouted at me, “Stop! Don’t put me there!” As you can imagine, I was shocked and nearly fell off my chair. When I recovered somewhat, I said to the word, “Could you stop shouting, please? I am not used to it.” Can you guess what happened next? No! I thought not. The word said, “I might be small, but I will misbehave if you do not use me properly. I will not tell the story you would like me to tell. I will say something entirely different!” I dropped my pen. I hoped that by dropping my pen, the word would stop talking. Alas! It did not. It carried on chitterchobbling, even after the ink had dried. I was in a pickle. I could not allow my words to run away with my story, now could I? I don’t know about you, but when this sort of thing happens, there is only one thing left to do if you prefer not to spend your time arguing. “Very well,” said I. “I will do as you ask if you will just be quiet and allow me to concentrate.” Since that day, I have been paying special attention to every word I invite into my stories. After all, a story should say exactly what it means to say and not be led astray. With love from Dr. Niamh, Ph.D in Learning Through The Imagination and Founder of Dr Niamh Children's Books. www.drniamhchildrensbooks.com

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