A Metaphor for the Corruption in the RCC

I sent this post to my sister and brother RCWP today.
I offer it to you with the same intentions, "How can we heal the corruption in the RCC?"

As I have been reflecting on the evil/corruption in the RCC today, a dream I had as a CPE student (2002) came to mind. In the ER, I spent time with a mother whose son in law had used her Chicago officer daughter’s revolver to commit suicide in front of them. Before he pulled the trigger he told the family, “This is your fault.”

The patient’s suffering was overwhelming. I tried to understand how such a thing could happen? Was there any meaning? That night I had this dream.

I share it for your own reflection of where we are, what we are living, what we confront and a response. In the dream circle I attend, a person shares a dream and each of us then “own the dream as mine.” We experience the dream as our own and share the insight as it arises from own unconscious. I offer the dream with this purpose in mind.

I was at a party filled with many people. Everyone was very gaily, beautifully, formally dressed. I am now in a smaller room with some of the guests. It is bright and decorated like a sitting room.People are conversing, standing, sitting with drinks and food in their hands. Mingling amongst the people is the Devil/evil. No one seems to take particular notice of the devil. (He is banal)

“Evil” is animal and human, male and female. It is evil as a shape-changer. When I look at him; he is both animal and human. He looks reptilian, like a dinosaur head the one with the horn-like protuberance at the back of the head. Then his face is human but like a Neanderthal.

He is clothed in a dress. The fabric is white chiffon (?) but so white it looks blue. It has a print of “smudges” that are black. He approaches different people and with his hands that have long manicured nails like a woman’s he is “picking at” them. He is trying to influence them? To get their attention?

I become angry. “What is he doing?” I know he must be stopped. I confront him, he says to me, “If you bless me, I will grow stronger; I must be killed.” I know that I have the will to “kill” him. I feel tremendous strength within me. I will go head-to-head with him. I will confront him. I am not afraid.

(End of dream)

I remember reading a book while in Jungian analysis at that time. The story with the role of woman as life giver and destroyer. It is about the dark side of a woman’s soul. The energy to destroy. A woman is sent to destroy the evildoer. She must first “go down” and be persecuted herself.The men cannot do the work of destroyer, she must do it and she does.

I am writing in psychological and spiritual terms. I am convinced that women are called to and must do the work, the males in the institutional RCC cannot.

You may share the dream I ask that you cite it as mine. Blessings as we seek the Spirit’s way of healing and reconciliation for us,

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