When the Mother Becomes the Horse
The image is clear. A woman waits by a gate. A mounting block sits at her side. She offers to carry any stranger on her back to the court. Almost no one accepts. The scene is quiet and raw. It points to the Mother. It points to the Horse.
Two faces of one depth
In Jung’s language the Mother is origin and body and the deep life that holds and grows us. Milk, soil, night, the womb, the warmth of the unconscious. The Horse belongs to that same depth. It is the instinct that bears weight. It feels what eyes miss. In stories the horse hears the unseen and speaks. Because it carries, it stands close to the Mother. Two voices of one ground. One speaks as holding. One speaks as moving.
Rhiannon by the mounting block
Let the tale speak with its cause. On the night her son is born, Rhiannon’s maids fall asleep and the baby vanishes. Afraid of death for their failure, they kill a puppy and smear its blood on Rhiannon’s face and hands. They accuse her of killing and eating her own child. The court at Arberth sets a public penance. Seven years. She must sit by the mounting block, tell every passerby the whole tale, and offer to carry each stranger on her back to the court. Few accept. A mother who should hold and protect is forced to act like a pack animal. Care is twisted into punishment. Love is turned into a load that must be carried in public.
Far away, Teyrnon keeps watch over his mares. Each May Eve a foal has been stolen. He waits in the dark, strikes at a monstrous claw that reaches through the stall, and later finds a human infant at his door. He and his wife raise the boy as Gwri Golden Hair. As the child grows, his likeness to Pwyll is unmistakable. Teyrnon brings the boy to Arberth. Behold there your son. The lie breaks. The sentence ends. Rhiannon is restored.
In Jung’s frame this is the healing moment. Mother and Horse had been split apart. Bearing had been stripped of blessing. With mother and child reunited, the images join again. Strength becomes tenderness that can move. Service regains dignity. The same body stands, but the meaning has changed.
Great Queen and path opener
Rhiannon stands in a long river of names. Rigantona means Great Queen. In Gaul she is Epona, the Horse Goddess who opens the way. Images show her with a key and a wheatsheaf, a sign of passage and plenty, often flanked by mare and stallion. The devotion crossed lands because people knew what she means. She guards the living. She accompanies the dying. She carries what is truly ours to carry. Sovereignty here is not dominion. It is rightful bearing.
The mother and the child within
These figures live in us. The mother within is the capacity to hold, to feed, to forgive, to begin again. The child within is the next honest life that wants to grow. Sometimes it is an actual child. Sometimes it is a fragile work. Sometimes it is the first true sentence after a long silence.
When false blame enters, the bond breaks. The inner mother becomes a worker for other people’s judgments. The inner child hides. We carry what is not ours. We bow to a sentence we did not earn.
Truth returns and the bond repairs. It can come through a friend who sees you, through checked records, through a dream, through a child’s simple word. The load changes in the same instant the meaning changes. The horse remains strong. The mother resumes holding. Together they move.
A small modern story
Mina works nights in a care home. She washes hands, changes sheets, and sings old songs to people who no longer know their names. A clerical error is blamed on her and grows into a rumor. The room turns cold. She carries more. Extra shifts. Extra tasks. Head down. She moves like a silent horse.
At home her son leaves a drawing on the table, a lantern with a heart inside. He says, You are the light that does not sleep. Later the records are checked. The mistake is found. The rumor breaks. Her body returns to her. The job on paper is the same. Inside it is different. She will carry again, not as punishment, but as a mother who has her child again, within and without.
Reading the sign
If a horse enters your dream or your day, ask what load you are carrying and for whom. Ask whether your body is doing work your heart has not blessed. If a mother appears, ask what needs holding and what must be fed. If a child appears, ask what new life in you needs protection and room to grow. Keep them together. Mother is ground. Horse is motion. Rider is choosing. Child is the next honest life that wants to grow.
A simple practice
Sit quietly. One hand on your chest, one on your belly. Say, I will carry what is mine. I will return what is not. Ask, What is my child today? Protect it. Feed your horse. Thank the mother in you for holding. Let the rider rest at night. Begin again in the morning.
The gate is open
Rhiannon’s mounting block stands in every house. It is where we sit when blame turns care into shame. The sentence ends when truth brings the lost child through the gate. The same body rises. The same strength remains. The meaning changes. Bearing becomes blessing. Sovereignty returns as the right use of strength.
Knots soften. The shell cracks from within. Echo meets Pause. Choice meets courage. Machines serve the human heart. The charts stop lying. Mother and Horse stand as one. The child is in your arms. The gate is open.
Let this be the vow. I will carry what is mine with the strength of a horse and the heart of a mother. I will guard the child in me. I will use my choices and my tools to serve life, not fear. When truth arrives, I drop what is not mine to carry. I lift my child and walk through the open gate.
Hope. Trust. Progress. Let’s go one more time.
The Next Right Thing
We end at the gate after the child is brought back. The Mother and the Horse are no longer split. Strength carries. Care holds. That is enough to begin.
Life is hard. This is not a flaw. It is the place where meaning is made. Do not chase a perfect future. Look at what is true today. Let hope be courage in action, not a hiding place.
Anxiety and despair are signals. Ask what they want you to face. Then take one honest step that serves your values. Choice matters more than circumstance.
People can improve. Not to perfection, but steadily. Freedom is the power to choose with integrity even when you do not get what you want.
Build meaning in three ways. Take in what is good and real. Give something useful. When pain cannot be removed, choose your stance with dignity.
We live in the age of AI and data. Let tools help you see patterns, measure time, and keep small promises. Use them to sort noise from signal and to widen the pause before you act. Do not hand them your values. A system can count. Only you can choose what counts.
If you seek help, choose guides who protect freedom. Good therapy puts problems in a human context, thinks clearly, and helps you face your demons without selling a false paradise. It works through dialogue, responsibility, and real relationship.
Carry what is yours. Set down what is not. Protect the small life within that wants to grow. Ride your strength without cruelty. Hold with care without fear. Then step forward, learn from today, and do the next right thing.
So what is the next right thing. It is the step that widens awareness and respects limits, chosen by you, not by religion, not by culture, not by a machine.
Sometimes it is rest so the body can hold life again. Sometimes it is work so strength has direction. Sometimes it is exercise so the body remembers its power. Sometimes it is sex alone or with another, honest and consenting, when it brings you back to presence rather than escape. Sometimes it is meeting a friend. Sometimes it is quiet. Sometimes it is returning to old ground to repair what you broke. Sometimes it is stepping into new ground to grow what you fear.
Use a small test. Is it true now. Does it protect the small life in you and in others. Does it carry what is yours and leave what is not. Will tomorrow thank you. Let A.I be a mirror, a map, a timer, a teacher of patterns.
Let it widen the pause before you act. Do not let it decide your value. The next right thing is the move that keeps you free while you accept the facts of being human. Choose it, take it, watch what happens, learn, adjust, and take the next. That is how a life grows larger without lying. The gate is open. Go.
“With realism we see the limits, with optimism we walk beyond them.”
Journey Toward Sublime
Let’s Fall in Love Again
Sometimes I remember the quiet door between us
How your light moved through my bones like dawn
I called it love and learned its weight and hunger
I wore the sky and still felt alone
You were the drum and I was the dancer
You were the seed and I was the rain
We tried to meet in the middle of thunder
We learned that meeting can carry pain
You are the river that taught me to listen
I am the flame that taught you to glow
We turned into mirrors and lost our faces
Now we are more than what we used to know
I learned you can lean on a certain sadness
Till it feels like home and calls you by name
We said we would be kind and stay open
But truth arrived and nothing stayed the same
You were the wind and I was the mountain
You were the word and I was the breath
We tried to hold what could not be captured
We blessed the leaving and called it rest
In the field where silence bends time
I hear your step inside my chest
Not as a ghost or broken story
But as the pulse that says do your best
If love returns it will not chain us
If love departs it leaves a spark
I keep that ember in my pocket
It lights the way through honest dark
No stranger here, only one great body
Two simple waves learning to flow
Wherever you move I keep becoming
Wider than what I used to know
I place the ember on the river and let it go
Call it the long walk home, a gentle knowing
Journey Toward Sublime, a life unfolding
Not perfection, only a clear and steady glow
River carries, flame remembers, heart stays kind
We step by step into the open sky
No need to hold, no need to prove
Only this next breath toward Sublime
Toward Sublime
Sublime
Journey Toward Sublime
A Life Unfolding
Journey Toward Sublime
Sublime
Journey Toward Sublime is making meaning as you move. You meet life as it is, act from clear presence, and let new experience shape you. You are not driven by old memories. You flow with what is alive now. You walk toward what you have not known yet. That is the Sublime.
“Move with life, not with memory, and let your actions write the meaning as you go.”
Joke Represents Requirement
Hope, Trust, Progress.
- In Modern Man in Search of a Soul (chapter on dream-analysis), Jung explains that “mother” in dreams symbolizes the place of origin, nature, the body and womb, and the unconscious. (epdf.pub)
- In the same passage he says the horse is a widely shared archetype of the non-human psyche: the animal, instinctive side and thus the unconscious; as a beast of burden it is “closely related to the mother-archetype.” (epdf.pub)
- He then makes the link explicit: “horse is the equivalent of ‘mother’ with a slight shift of meaning.” The mother stands for life at its origin, the horse for the animal life of the body. (epdf.pub)
Simple idea
- Mother: Means origin, safety, and regulation. In modern psychology it is your attachment pattern and your basic sense of being held. When this is solid you can calm yourself, trust others wisely, and recover after stress. When it is shaky you swing between clinging, numbing, or control.
- Horse: Means instinct, drive, and bodily energy. In modern psychology it is nervous system arousal, motivation, and the signals from the body. When it runs you get impulse, burnout, or chaos. When it starves you get fatigue, apathy, or freeze.
- The link: You need a stable base to guide strong energy. Think rider and horse. The rider without a horse is overthinking with no movement. The horse without a rider is raw force with no direction. Maturity is both together.
Use it today
- Check your base. Sleep, food, safe people, honest routine.
- Regulate daily. Breath work, time outside, slow walks, cold water or heat, journaling.
- Feed the horse well. Protein, hydration, movement, sunlight, creative play.
- Give the horse a job. Clear one goal. Short sprints. Stop when form breaks.
- Train the rider. Focus blocks, boundaries, saying no, reviewing results weekly.
- Repair attachment. Name needs, make small trustworthy promises, keep them.
- Read your signals. Runaway energy means pause and ground. Flat energy means rest then gently move.
- In dreams or images, a healthy horse or a kind mare suggests trust is growing. Falling off means you need balance and practice.
Breathe in and feel your feet on the ground. Let your body be home and your breath be the reminder that you belong. No one needs to approve you. Notice what is here, tell the truth, take the next small step you can carry. Rest when you need to, begin again when you can. Meet life with steadiness and care.
“Let awareness hold the question and let the question move your hands.”
It means this:
- Question: Why am I here.
- Today: Help one person in a small, real way and notice how it feels.
- Question: What work is mine.
- Today: Try one task for thirty minutes and write one sentence about what you learned.
- Question: How do I love well.
- Today: Give one undivided hour to someone and listen without fixing.
“Over time your choices line up into a pattern. That pattern is your answer.”
Hope, Trust, Progress
Surrender Perfection
HTP practice:
- Humble: Empty your cup. Be small enough to hear.
- Tender: Soften your voice. Be soft enough to heal.
- Play: Try, learn, try again. Be light enough to dance.
“Your love shattered my ego and set me dancing in ecstasy.” —Bulleh Shah
“What seems obscure holds the essence. Trust the core you cannot name.“
Speak from the heart and let innocence lead. Keep it simple and soft so the power is quiet and sure. If it does not end in love the story is still being told. Stand open, breathe, and let the last word be LOVE.
