I seem to have a very tenacious and resilient inner judge living deep inside my psyche. When I personify this force it becomes a ‘he’ though I am sure the things that judge or Mr A as I used to like to call him says are actually an amalgam of things said to me in childhood more by the nuns at my Catholic school than my parents alone. The nuns were actually female, but come to think of it most of them were squashed in their true deep vibrant sexually alive feminine, really.
I was discussing this in therapy with Katina yesterday. Mr A runs an ongoing commentary on everything I do, casting his wet blanket on it. For example, last night after a very emotional session with Katina where I read her a blog I wrote on Monday about memories and deep emotions that were coming up for me this week over the loss of my life in England many years ago I wrote a poem Goodbye to the Meadows. Immediately after I published it the criticism from Mr A rained down. “Do you think you are going to get any likes on that poem which is full of sentimental nostalgia for things long gone by, things lost that you can never have again?” “And in any case don’t you think you are romanticising everything?” “For God’s sake the past is gone, you will never get it back!” Thanks Mr A for your compassionate support and I am grateful for your healthy dash of realism, but!
Surprise, surprise. After walking back to the shopping centre after dropping my car off for a service I opened my email to find 8 likes on my post which I read back and just seemed to be a very heartfelt expression of the sadness I felt yesterday and the tears of longing and love shed for our narrow long backyard with a Walnut tree at the end which looked over fields and was home to various wildlife, including squirrels and robins, all gorgeous little creatures we don’t see much in Australia. Why did the inner critic have to give me such a hard time?
Come to think of it, though I am only one of the millions or others who probably suffer at the hands of these kind of inner voices. I am not entirely sure but I feel that on some level this voracious inner critic tries to keep us safe in some sad or deeply confused way. If he can beat us up before others do maybe we won’t hurt so much if we get outside criticism.
One of his favourite things to say is this: “Just you watch out that you don’t get too big for your boots, young missy.” As a dramatic and open child who was very expressive and loving I didn’t really meet much support of those kind of qualities in my own family. And at our dour Catholic school you were more than likely to get a harsh rap over the knuckles if you let yourself get carried away or showed too much initiative. I remember once getting a bollocking from Sister Rita for daring to go to the cupboard and open a new box of tissues. With a face red from hyperventilating she screamed at me. “You are bold as brass, Miss Willemsen, bold as brass!” As a youngster her reaction surely showed I was a sinner who must work hard to erase such behaviour. She struck the fear of God into me and I learned to try to hide my initiative and motive pretty much from there on in.
A key dream that I had just before my ex husband and I decided to return to Australia from the UK in late 2001, after my older sister came to grief and my mother had a bad fall fracturing her wrist was one in which I found myself outside a classroom being asked to rescue a class of children who were being held in stocks by a huge old nun with a big bunch of keys hanging off the belt on her skirt. In the dream my fear got the better of me and the dream ended before I could make the necessary rescue. We went back to Oz, even though by then I was truly regretting my decision to return. I am still in Australia after two attempts to get back to the UK, the last of which ended in a massive head injury.
Planet of communications Mercury is apparently currently in a long drawn out conjunction with the planet of individuation and liberation from repression Uranus at present and I have noticed a distinct elevation of my mood and thoughts over this past week. I seem not to be as stuck in things. It’s no wonder all of these issues are coming up at present for me. My psyche is trying to break out of something and I am being shown the path of the past 16 years since (can it really be that long) where I was led on what seems often to me to be like a massive regression.
Carl Jung often talked of the regression which serves the needs of the deeper Self whose needs and agenda lie far beyond or beneath our conscious will and ego objectives. And it appears to me that in some way I am being asked to rephrase things and find deeper meanings than the inner critic can provide. The critic thinks its keeping us safe but really its perspective can be deeply limited at times. At other times it may give us really valid and useful information. However it is also so important that we allow a voice to the inner nurturer who can provide us with essential qualities of self compassion and acceptance and counter the destructive voice of the critic that wants to shame us and lay everything to waste, most especially joy!
For me I wish the critic would get off my back and l will continue to fight to free my self expressive voice. The Moon’s nodes are moving back into Leo and Aquarius. With the North Node in Leo we are being called to embrace and express our deep inner creative self outside restrictive more’s of societal convention. We need our wild voice and our sad voice and our guilty voice and our triumphant voice. We need to embrace all of our disparate parts and give birth to the witness who in standing firmly at the inner centre of our Self can embrace all, express all, contain all and transform all with a radiant love that allows our unique being to coalesce into a rich multifaceted prism : a kaleidoscopic lens through which we can transform and re-envision our lives and world.