Our Hierophant’s Most Important Role: Championing our Love-Goddess Hathor
My work with A Course in Miracles is really kicking up a storm. I feel as though there’s a whirlwind going on inside me. All the “internal dynamics” that I’ve ever had are massively active, and it feels as though I’m living inside a tornado.
Grounding things help. These include the physical hard work of cleaning; especially deep-cleaning – the sort that involves moving furniture and getting behind things. Gardening helps – slowing down and working with plants. Cooking also works. Anything that keeps my body moving and is not overly demanding of either fine motor-skills or a great deal of cognitive attention. (Does this explain why I haven’t updated my database in over ten days, despite meeting lots of interesting new people at recent events? Cognitive storm.)
With all this inner “churn” going on, I’m noticing the interplays – the dynamics – between my archetypes more than ever. And I’m amazed (sometimes shocked and horrified) to see how these same dynamics are playing out in the lives of people around me. Apparently, many of us are dealing with the same things. It’s just that most of us don’t know it.
The biggest challenge that I’m facing is in learning to love myself more. That means finding and loving the “real” me – not the “superficial” me – or the construct that I put together many years ago. The “real” me is artistic, sensual, and emotionally expressive. The “cover story” is that of being an intellectual, and even a businesswoman.
Now to some extent, the “cover story” is real. But it’s not real if I take it to be all of who I am.
There’s history behind this; for myself, and (I suspect) for almost everyone whom I meet. In my case, I did a form of “psychic amputation” when I was twelve years old. I decided – for a number of reasons that came together all at once – that being who I “really was” was not a safe place to be. That is, being in my expressive, feminine, sensual core was not safe. And I don’t mean physically; I was in no danger of physical harm whatsoever. This was all an emotional interpretation.
So instead of developing my artistic and sensual aspects, I sort of “lopped” that part off, and went into masculine-themed pursuits. I studied math, science, and martial arts. I tried to put a damper on my emotional expressiveness, and simply not to feel. (Hah! That was certainly not successful. Suppression never is.)
Be as it may, a lot of other life-decisions came out of this. Some good, and many not-so-good.
And over the past twenty or thirty years I’ve kept seeking to reconnect with, and to rekindle, my artistic/expressive aspects – with at best partial success.
This has resulted in a sort of “archetypal war” going on inside.
My Emperor is (as with many expressive women) my least “favorite” archetype. As I was explaining it to a friend two days ago, our Emperor builds empires. He’s all about structure and control.
My Hathor wants to come out and play. She’s the one who wants to do “kid-art.” Everyone has a Hathor, and each of our Hathors are a bit different – but this is where are inner “party girl” resides.
In fact, our Hathor really is our “inner child.”
So imagine what it’s like if we have a rather sour and dour middle-aged man running the show, insisting that life be lived in a framework of timelines and deliverables, and there’s a very active, imaginative, willful little girl that wants to divert all the attention.
Yup. That’s exactly what it feels like.
So how do we make our own inner breakthroughs?
It sure isn’t easy. I’ve been chipping away at this for years and years, and right now – even though a really big change could be underway – it feels like a maelstrom let loose. Just a “word of warning” for others who take on this process.
But in terms of dynamics: Our Hathor needs the structure and boundaries and guidance that one of our masculine archetypes provides. She needs this precisely so that she can run free and play. She is “safe” simply because someone else (one of our masculine archetypes) has taken on creating and protecting the “play zone.”
You wouldn’t just drop a wild and willful child off in an unknown area, would you? You’d make sure that there was a responsible, capable adult nearby. Not so much for supervision, but for protection.
The interesting thing is: the masculine archetype that fulfills this role is not our inner Emperor. He simply can’t. He’s all about building an empire. Creating and monitoring a play-space for a wild, expressive, sensual, fun-loving art-child is something that he’s just not capable of doing.
But our Hierophant is absolutely right for this job.
Our Hierophant, like our other “core” masculine power archetypes, is very focused on completing goals and getting to the “end-game.” However, unlike our two other primary male archetypes (Emperor and Magician), he is Feeling rather than Thinking. That means that he is strongly driven to connect with others, and that he (like our Empress) is governed by the feel-good sensation that comes from oxytocin release. This means bonding and connection.
Our Hierophant functions best when he can direct a student towards a “high goal.” Remember, our Hierophant is our own inner Obi-wan Kenobi; our own Yoda, our own Professor Dumbledore, and our own Mr. Miyagi. He lives to bring the student to a new level of mastery.
And our Hathor is not particularly concerned with mastery, so there’s a little dissonance in their interests.
However, of all our masculine archetypes, our Hierophant is most concerned with the true happiness and well-being of others. In other words, if we had to pick from our set of masculine archetypes the one who would be the best “baby-sitter” for a highly creative, expressive, and willful girl-child, it would not be our Magician. Our Magician will not take time away from his creative vision to be open-ended and playful.
Nor would it be our Emperor. He’d just want to put our Hathor off in a corner someplace, tell her to play quietly with her dolls, and don’t disturb him while he’s running the kingdom.
But the Hierophant? Now there’s a chance.
Our Hierophant is most likely to not only care about and be interested in our Hathor, but also to be fascinated by her.
If a man finds his soul-completion when he “lives to serve his Queen,” then our Hierophant (think of a wise older man, a grandfatherly sort) finds his true completion in nurturing Hathor.
Imagine a very kind, wise, and loving grandfather who absolutely adores and dotes on his grandaughter. He is endlessly fascinated with her. He’ll do whatever is in his power to schedule play-dates with her; to take her places where she can have fun (but safe) new experiences.
Of all our masculine archetypes, he’s the one to not only look out for her, but to be her advocate in “time-splicing” how we spend our days.
When our Hathor is deprived for too long, she stages a hissy fit. A good old-fashioned temper tantrum.
But that’s not the best way to keep our inner “selves” in order. Having our Hierophant negotiate up-front the playtime for his darling and wonderful Hathor is a useful strategy – if we can simply get to this place in our lives.
This archetypal integration process is not all that easy. And it’s something that we re-do and relearn, again and again. But each time, we add in a bit more of our wholeness and fullness.
If we can survive the maelstrom.