Some Kind of Magic, Part II
A ghost in the egg and some Jungian analysis.
Last week I left you on the side of a desert highway, possibly cursed, definitely with a nail stuck in my tire. The sun had set and I had no spare.
Before I continue, I want to take a brief detour to a dream I had last night.
The quick overview is this — I missed my train, ran into old friends who insisted I join them for dinner with my mother. At the restaurant I found out that someone close to me had written a script with the same title as the one I’m working on and was getting accolades for it, then I found myself alone in the restaurant.
I left to get the next train, but when I walked outside the station was very far away, down a dark country road and over a bridge. I heard the train arriving in the distance and I knew that I would miss it.
The final image of this dream reminds me of being stuck on the side of that desert road, which in turn feels so heavy with symbolism that it should be a dream.
But it wasn’t a dream. It was real life, and I’ll get back to the story.
A few months ago I realized that I was still paying for the AAA membership I thought I’d cancelled five years ago and I was really pissed about it, but it turns out it came in handy.
The tow truck driver showed up and tried to convince me that I could drive home on my run-flat tires. But the road up to the next town quickly turned into a steep, winding mountain pass with a concrete median, no shoulder, and no cell service. So yeah, that wasn’t happening.
I had him tow me most of the way to my house, then I drove the last couple of miles. It was fine. In the morning I took my car to a tire place and they were able to get the nail out and patch it (as I’m writing this, I’m realizing I should’ve asked to keep it!! And then done some kind banishing ritual with it! But alas, I didn’t.) So all in all, it ended up working out okay.
But there was still the matter of the egg cleanse and the curse.
A friend suggested I do another egg cleanse on my own and see what happened.
So I did.
And…the results were shockingly similar.
The white had the same bubble-topped spikes. This time the yolk sank to the bottom, but it also broke. And I even saw two small horseshoes like before. When I looked at the photos, I also saw two ghost faces in the white.
So I posted the pics to Reddit (r/eggcleanse) as one does, and asked for advice.
Regarding the cleanse you mentioned: the yolk broke, which indicates that there is something too powerful to cleanse out on its own. Ground yourself, eat a healthy meal, get some good sleep, and take a break from the egg cleanses. Instead, focus on the uncrossing work.
Well then.
I took their advice. I did some uncrossing and protection work (uncrossing bath, banishing incense, etc.)
And I started to think more about what it all meant.
I think the nail in the tire was actually the manifestation of some kind of dark energy being removed from the curandero’s uncrossing candles.
And I also think that the way I reacted in that moment is telling — I didn’t freak out, I just got shit done. Called AAA. Got the tire fixed.
If we contrast this with my dream and look at it from a Jungian perspective, we could come to the conclusion that perhaps the “curse” is really just inside my own mind. My subconsicous self-doubt.
My dream ego missed her train (twice) and allowed herself to get diverted from her destination. Trains are a form of transportation in which we’re not in control of our own journey. They run on a track, at a specific time, to a specific place.
In the diversion, the dream ego was confronted with someone who appropriated her work, got rewarded for it, and was being shamelessly vocal about it. Jung would say they are both me — the other person likely is a shadow figure. And what I’m putting into my shadow is my desire for recognition (wow this is turning into a great analysis session, thanks!!)
In real life, I was the driver of the car, charting my own course and in complete control. Until an external force tried to throw me off, but I handled it.
I think it all means that I have some shadow integration to do.
And I think I’ll go back to the curandero one more time.
Until next time,
Tara
p.s. If anyone is interested in Jungian analysis of travel dreams, this episode of This Jungian Life is a good one to listen to.