Molly The Dog and Cernunnos

Dream No.17 - About Cernunnos/ Herne

The night before Molly The Dog died, I put her sick body on my chest, I felt she's getting weaker and weaker, so I wanted to give her some warmth of my heart, I really wanted to believe that she would come out of this and be a yappy dog again when the postman is knocking. I don't know, how I fell asleep, I was sleeping only for half an hour, during which I've found some relief in what came to me in the dream.

I dreamed that we were wandering through some endless suburbs bordered a great forest. Molly ran away somewhere, sometimes she was on a leash, sometimes i let her go without, we left a place where we were not feeling well, we ran away, something dark was hunting us. We stood at the crossroads, the road on the right was a cul de sac with closed gate, I had to rest, my dog was on a leash, but wandered to the other side of the gate, wading in a water so dark, that it looks like a tar puddle. An old man with greyish hair ran up to her, he scared me when he grabbed her up, but I've noticed that Molly seemed to be dead, she looked like a drowned because of this black water. But she was still breathing, her heart was still beating. It occurred to me that this man has just saved her life. He stroked the dog with tenderness and gentleness, he looked resolute, but vital and good. Molly woke up, she was more than well.

He suggested, that we should wait until the morning with him, some way he knew that we were running away. His home was full of people, there was an atmosphere of long philosophical discussions or talks about art until morning. The man showed me around the house, we sat down in a tiny room for a moment, it looked like his private space, we were alone there, Molly disappeared in other room, it looks that she felt there like it was her home for always. The older man showed me the mask and asked if I recognized him. The mask was huge, ancient, bronze, entirely covered with green patina, with a very elegant form. It was the head of a deer with two horns. I replied that I knew it, but i need some time to recall his name.

Man invited me to the huge table where the feast was, and he said that he will care for Molly, and I could leave her with him until I will come there again. There were others at the table wearing masks, but I didn't have time to look at their heads, and I woke up with Molly The Dog on my chest. This morning she died and I said to self, that when the time will come, I will be looking for the path to Cernunnos house to find my little fella and walk away together.

 

From Dreams Journal

 

I was afraid of subliminally, intuitively, through the herd instinct. Something had happened, I didn't know what exactly, but my human herd was in a panick mode, and this, what had happened has just effused, it was unfolding tentacles. We put up abatis, I worked in a forest, in a place that looked like a temporary camp, we armed ourselves against the Frightening one that was coming and was rotten, bloodless, unmerciful. It was closer and closer, and we all in the camp just knew, that we had to be afraid. We worked in full uniforms, we were all equally zealous, working like a well-organized colony of ants, but some of us were outside, always alone, always kept at arm's length. They all have been mouldering, they were like the Frightening one, which was coming, like coffin dresses, like obols on cloudy eyes. When I stood close, my fear of them was as strong as my fear of what will be standing in front of the barbed wire one day. I was scared constantly, my dreams were lined with fear, my fear seeped from everyday life to the marrow and it was the fear of a carcass. That's why we kept them at bay, those hermit ones, they were with us, but they were not ours, they were from the Abyss.

I was working with one of them outside the zone, right next to the barbed wire, and with time, my fear got used to this male looking being, he was handsome. I asked him how it's possible that he looked like us and he didn't want to eat me. He said that it's all a matter of the mind's optics and that it only depends on the will, in which direction it develops. I came closer and kissed him before it all started for good, diving into the wormhole of next dream a moment after. And there, in the sleepy antipodes, a great city with vertical corporate temples awaited for me. One of the tallest buildings had a triangular research logo in the name, the sky was clear and very morning, offices were just opening. The scientist was walking to that tall building with a logo, and he had a face of the man I kissed from the previous dream. When I ran up to him, he put a finger to his lips. - I'll explain it all to you later.- He whispered.

Bałam się w tym śnie podskórnie, intuicyjnie, stadnie. Coś się stało, nie wiedziałam dokładnie co, ale stało się, wylało, rozkładało macki. Stawialiśmy zasieki, pracowałam w lesie, w miejscu, które wyglądało jak przejsciowy obóz, zbroiliśmy się przed strasznym, które szło i było zmurszałe, bezkrwiste, nieznające litości, nadchodziło i wszyscy w obozie wiedzieliśmy, że trzeba się bać. Pracowaliśmy w pełnym umundurowaniu, wszyscy równie gorliwi, uwijaliśmy się jak dobrze zorganizowana kolonia mrówek, ale część z nas była spoza, zawsze sama, zawsze trzymana na dystans. Byli nazywani Zmurszałymi, byli jak to, co idzie, jak trumienne sukienki, obole na zmętniałych oczach. Gdy stałam blisko mój lęk przed nimi był równie silny jak strach przed tym, co miało stanąć przed zasiekami. Bałam się notorycznie, moje sny podszywał strach, był jak ze spiżu sączył się z codzienności do szpiku kości i był strachem padliny. Dlatego trzymaliśmy ich na dystans, byli z nami, ale nie byli nasi, byli z Otchłani.

Pracowałam z jednym z nich poza strefą, tuż przy zasiekach, z czasem oswoił mój lęk. Spytalam się jak to jest możliwe, że wygląda jak my, i że nie chce mnie zjeść, był przystojny. Powiedział, że to wszystko to kwestia optyki umysłu i że to, w jakim kierunku to się rozwinie, zależy tylko od naszej woli. Pocałowałam go zanim to wszystko się zaczęło na dobre i wskoczyłam w czasoprzestrzenny tunel snu. A tam, na sennych antypodach czekało na mnie wielkie miasto ze strzelistymi świątyniami korporacji. Na jednym z najwyższych budynków świeciło trójkątne logo z research w nazwie, niebo było czyste i przedpołudniowe, właśnie otwierały się urzędy. Szedł do tego wysokiego budynku z logo, był naukowcem i miał twarz mężczyzny, którego pocałowałam, z poprzedniego snu. Gdy do niego podbiegłam, przyłożył palec do ust. - Później ci to wszystko wytłumaczę. - wyszeptał.

Garden of Earthy Delights

Garden of Earthy Delights, oil painting on canvas. Who will find Molly The Dog by the way?? There is a hidden sentence in morse code ( four words) from Blake's Marriage of Heaven and Hell ( what is the Earth like not the union of both), and two other key words to decipher, to interpretate the painting better ( I will post the key in a separate post above).

I tried to connect here two energies, which circulating in this world we live in, life instinct and death instinct, they are conductors here, enjoy.

Ogród rozkoszy ziemskich ( malarstwo olejne na płótnie). Zaszyfrowałam tu w kodzie morsa ukrytą sentencję ( cztery słowa) z poematu Zaślubiny Nieba i Ziemi Williama Blake'a ( bo czymże jest Ziemia jak nie połączeniem tych dwóch), oraz dwa inne słowa klucze, które pomogą w pełnej interpretacji obrazu (opublikuję je w osobnym poście powyżej z legendą ).

Starałam się tutaj połączyć dwie główne energie świata, w jakim żyjemy, popęd do życia i popęd ku śmierci, to one grają tu pierwsze skrzypce. Bawcie się dobrze.

P.s. A tak poza tym, kto znajdzie Molly Psa?

 

Ego emanations, reflections and illusions

oil painting on mdf board, 50 x 58 cm

 

Ulica Krokodyli

Crocodile Street ( * fortune telling version). All here is readable, all predictable, just follow the path, don't let to be distracted by mirages and what is for you, will be revealed.
*from the series: plays with unconsciousness

*oil painting on wooden panel, 51×76 cm.

 

44

A imię jego będzie czterdzieści i cztery czyli Bajka o dziwnych i nagłych wydarzeniach z epoki antropocenu/ And his name will be forty and four or The Tale about strange and sudden events from anthropocene era.

-Kto znajdzie fragment nawiązujący do Bruegla?/ Who will find the part with references to Bruegel?
- I kto znajdzie Molly Psa? Pomyślałam, że będę ją od teraz umieszczać na swoich pracach, żeby jej obraz nie wypłowiał do reszty/ And who will find Molly the Dog? I thought to put her since now on every work i will create, to not let her image fade away

*malarstwo olejne na płótnie/ oil painting on canvas

 

Mouth of Hell

Mouth of Hell ( *or Ariel, Archangel of Nature locks the gates of Hell)

*oil painting on cancas

 

The Mouse's tale about end of the God of humans

 

At night the dead came back again and amidst complaining said: "One more thing we must know, because we had forgotten to discuss it: teach us concerning man.

-Man is a portal through which one enters from the outer world of the gods, demons and souls, into the inner world - from the greater world into the smaller world. Small and insignificant is man; one leaves him soon behind, and thus one enters once more into infinite space, into the microcosm, into the inner eternity.

In immeasurable distance there glimmers a solitary star on the highest point of heaven. This is the only God of this lonely one. This is his world, his Pleroma, his divinity.

In this world man is Abraxas, who gives birth to and devours his own world.
This star is man's God and goal.
It is his guiding divinity: in it man finds repose.

To it goes the long journey of the soul after death; in it shine all things which otherwise might keep man from the greater world with the brilliance of a great light.

To this One, man ought to pray.
Such a prayer increases the light of the star.
Such a prayer builds a bridge over death.
It increases the life of the microcosm; when the outer world grows cold, this star still shines.

There is nothing that can separate man from his own God, if man can only turn his gaze away from the fiery spectacle of Abraxas.

Man here, God there. Weakness and insignificance here, eternal creative power there.
Here is but darkness and damp cold. There all is sunshine.

Upon hearing this the dead fell silent, and they rose up like smoke rises over the fire of the shepherd, who guards his flock by night.

~Sermo VII, in Stephan A. Hoeller, The gnostic Jung and The Seven Sermons to the dead.

*Image: The Mouse's tale about end of the God of humans from the series China from Ankh-Morpork, or Everything You Always Wanted to Know about Death * ( but Were Afraid to Ask). Oil painting on canvas.

Liminal

 

Stage before purification

ink drawing on paper, made in 2020

Primavera

 Primavera or continuation of alchemical process ( fermentation) 

ink drawing on paper, made in 2020