As the dreamer tries to hide the child upstairs, isolate him in intellect, she is trying to avoid the experience of letting-go which is required for creativity and creation, The women have already begun searching all around her and she is feeling confused about what the fates are searching for. It is her fate calling her and she does not recognize it and maybe this is because she is afraid of it, for whatever reason, maybe a lack of confidence, but she feels threatened and the women mock her for her concern about their presence, her fate, and telling her she is frightening the little boy, her potential. The dreamer is in the house of a famous writer which is actually her own house of possibility. The boy directs attention to a threshold, the front door and the dreamer is confused, feels threatened and tries to hide the youth, feeling she is protecting him, and as a consequence she secretly hides her potential. The young boy is her potential and she is taking care of him when the fates start to intrude. The idea of the three women as fates rings true for me, and I might suggest that what the women are searching for is the evidence that the dreamer is fulfilling her fate. The dream ends before I find out whether help arrives.” REFERENCES: While I wait for the 9-1-1 responder to answer, I realize that I do not know the house’s address. I am barefoot and carrying the boy on my hip as I walk away from the house. I decide to call 9-1-1 and leave the house until help arrives. After following them around for a bit, I take the boy back downstairs. I try to stop them, but they won’t listen to me, and I wonder how I am going to explain this to the family later. I remember or realize that the father is a famous novelist, and I wonder if maybe the women are trying to steal his work. I begin to think about what the family might have that the women want, what value is here that I had not known about. They seem particularly intent on taking books, paper files, and personal documents. They seem to be everywhere, and yet their movements are not chaotic but very controlled and methodical in a way that is unsettling to me. I grab the little boy and take him upstairs to hide him in his room while I deal with the old women, but when I am closing the boy’s bedroom door to go back downstairs, the women are already on the second floor of the house, entering all the rooms, opening drawers and cabinets, and taking things.
Their forcefulness tells me that they are here with ill intent, and I fear that they are here to rob the family. They have pushed past the hallway and are now in the kitchen. The women brush off my questions and mock me for my concern, suggesting that I am frightening the little boy. I ask them who they are and what they are doing in the house. They look like ordinary women and do not appear threatening, but I immediately feel menacing energy. They look to be in their 50s or 60s, with long, draping clothes. Three older women have entered the house. “I stand up from the couch and move toward the hallway. As we confront the mystery of our lives and uncover the unique meaning unfolding in us – we become conscious co-creators. Our psyches companion God crossing the sky each day and so participate in creation. Human consciousness weaves meaning into the dance of life. Now I knew what it was, and knew even more: that man is indispensable for the completion of creation, that in fact, he himself is the second creator of the world….” Jung said, “I had envied the fullness of meaning in that belief and had been looking about without hope for a myth of our own. When Jung visited the Navajo, they told him they helped the sun, their father, cross the sky each day, a spiritual observance that sustained the world. Pursuing individuation not only sets our personality in right order, it permits our personal experiences to enrich the collective unconscious. When we serve our neuroses, the gulf between ego and Self widens. In Answer to Job, Jung states, “Whoever knows God has an effect on him.” If, as Jung claims, individual human consciousness affects God, what we are matters monumentally.
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