My parents:
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| v In touch with our singular conditions |
| v Story: 'There he is! Johnny is home again!' |
| v Story: 'My second set of parents' |
| v How do I deal with these things now? |
| v The stories in review |
| v Analysis and summary |
| v Bits of the puzzle of my life |
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In touch with our singular conditionsIn the numbers 1, 3 and 6 of ZIGZAGZINE, the series on structure,
I have spoken about our singularity, our unique personality, which expresses itself in our
behaviour. We get enveloped and develop ourselves in an environment which we can partly
determine by ourselves. For me the most important question is: what does this human
singularity, hidden behind entanglements and involvements of life, look like? There is a
general human structure, there are rather general patterns according to which processes of
human life develop. I have begun to describe parts of this. But the singularity of every
person, what do we know about that? With the help of my stories, of events which were important enough for me to remember, I want to try to reproduce some of the essence of my individual attitudes as the old symbols in my birth chart specify them. By the way: if that would be successful it should be quite easy for someone conversant with these archetypes to reconstruct my birth chart and, by approximation, the place and time of my birth. In the earliest event which I remember and shall tell you now, my mother plays an
important role. The story which I am going to tell after that provides a picture of how I
look at fathers and mothers, what I expect of them and what role power plays in such
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There he is! Johnny is home again!"I sat on the floor, close to my mother's chair. Mummy was sitting in a large
chair, a few meters from the windows with her back to the stove, facing the windows and
me. I was either playing or listening to a story. I am sure that I was feeling
particularly contented because of the quietness and the attention of that moment;
everything was peaceful. |
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'My second set of parents'"It was the very first Sunday after my arrival. We were sitting, unlike on weekdays, at the large table in the living room and we had crusty rolls for breakfast. I received a roll on my plate and started to cut it lengthwise. This produced great hilarity in the children and in my Swiss Mamma. I was bewildered, with no idea of what I had done wrong. I felt laughed at. It was the first time I had been present at this Sunday ceremony as I had only been in Rain, a village near Luzern, for a few days. It was 1944, during the war, and I had arrived on a Red Cross train filled with children from Holland. I was to stay there for three months. I was nine years old and grasped little of the Swiss-German they were speaking. Pappa understood what was going on and kindly showed me how they handle a roll. He put another roll on my plate, cut it in slices like one cuts a French stick, spread it first with butter and then with jam, both nice and thick. The jam was orange coloured and everything was fine. Towards the end of my stay, something similar happened. I was very upset, angry,
distressed, contrary or all three of these. Mamma apparently could not handle it and had
sent for Pappa. What I remember is the attention of my Swiss Pappa, and my surprise about the fact that it was my little sister I missed and not my father which I thought would have been more likely. What I remember about my Swiss Mamma is how proud she was of her oldest child, her
daughter Annemarie, and how she made it subtly clear to me that I was an outsider. I also
remember her talking to me in the garden or on other occasions, mostly about her oldest.
Later, when visiting the family during vacations in Switzerland, this was also the case. |
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How do I deal with this now? I start with seeking the heart of the matter!The strong similarities between my own parents and my Swiss parents struck me only much
later. Only when I understood that every person of necessity looks at the world from his
individual needs, and as a consequence images a notion of a father and a mother from these
needs, the similarity between the sets of parents struck me. When you think about it it is
quite clear that siblings do not naturally have the same image of their parents. Because
they happen to have the same parents and have grown up under seemingly the same
circumstances they do not have to have the same needs. |
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The stories in review |
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Concise descriptions relevant to the stories |
Terms and symbols
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| The question to be asked is: 'What place do mothers, fathers and the
unspoken power behind ideas have in my daily life?'. When approaching the world around me I apply the EIGHTH pattern of beginning. |
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As there is no further reference, the series of connections for me comes to a stop at
this point. |
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Analysis and summaryThe opposition indicates that one must learn to build some sort of bridge between the
two ends. In this case that means, with the help of the three instruments MOON, PLUTO and
the SUN, having to combine
and in respect of the trio:
A summarizing description of this process could be: 'I want to supply the rigid theories, with their irrational aspects coupled with rejection, which confuse me, with a quietly detached and light-hearted reasoning, which takes the subjective both in the underlying power(lessness) and in the emotional aspects into consideration'. We have seen that from the Ascendant, at the start of something new, the perspective
via the planet Pluto is being transposed to the 9th phase. We see that the combination
described above becomes active after the use of the Ascendant which is coloured by the
sign of Scorpio. To the above combination |
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Bits of the puzzle of my lifeWe are now somewhat clearer about the importance of the combination of the three
capacities symbolized by Moon, Pluto and Sun. We have seen that they are directly related
to the ASCENDANT, my way of standing in the world and my way of beginning. This
combination of capacities, to my mind, plays a central role in my life. |