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3:00 am
Cool crisp air. Barking dogs in the distance. As I look out my window, the man in the moon winks at me. The mountains sleep. Not I. I live for the Bewitching Hour, still. Even in such times of resistance, such as now as I've barely slept for a week now, I can't deny the playful, sensuous power of being awake during this thin porous veil separating life (awakeness) and death (sleep). Roaming the halls of my psyche, I explore ancient chambers of my pulsing vitality. Unexpected discoveries along dark paths delight my being. I learn so much about MYself during the Bewitching Hour.
Tuning out and turning inward, I get greedy; hungry with desire to possess all knowledge. Shakespeare, in Hamlet, called it "the witching time" where "churchyards yawn" and sinister things result. Silly man, but I'll give him a pass due to the religious and political taboos of his time.
Throughout time, the Bewitching Hour, specifically between 3:00 - 4:00 am, has been used as a metaphor for seduction and liberation of suppressed desires. I would add to that to encompass 'it' as a time when darkness and lightness conjoin in a union of opposites. Powerful creatively, mystically, and sensually indeed.
A paradox? Thinking cosmically (and perhaps even rationally), midnight can't considered to be 'today' or 'tomorrow'. A suspension in time. Do what you wish, conjure up your wildest fantasies, masquerade, dissolve your ego to manifest your most intimate desires creatively. No one is watching. Perhaps listening, though. Egos dissolve and what manifests to take up that constrained 'space'? Whatever it is, run with it. Pure vitality pulsing through one's being, drink up this elixir.
Poe wrote that the moonlight distorts. Where erotic meets the macabre. Things that frighten us the most (such Puritans). Jung believed repressions awaken when the ego sleeps. This resulting 'shadow' wanders around freely living its best life during the Bewitching Hour. Everything is about sexual repression with that man...I don't know enough about Jung, though. I'd like to delve into some of his specific archetypes other than the Shadow- especially the Trickster as I'm becoming more interested in analyzing some of my more vivid and confusing dreams (when I can remember them, of course).
I've long held a delightful relationship with my Bewitching Hour. It manifests. With eager participation, I enjoy the ride.
And just like that, it's 4:00 am. POOF, it's gone. Was it just a dream? A delicious dreamy dream.
Stay Spooky
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