<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766014</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:56:55.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarissa Pinkola Estes Quotes</title><subtitle type='html'>From her book "Women Who Run with the Wolves"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estesquotes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estesquotes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Linda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a02X_F7b2Vw/SM_odPi1GAI/AAAAAAAACzY/abhz82RmO2Q/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766014.post-112930707144631638</id><published>2005-10-14T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T11:24:31.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Killing Force</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The naive self has knowledge about a killing force loose within her psyche.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is not from having her frivolous fantasies sacrificed, but is much more serious, it is a decimation of the deepest and most soulful aspects of her creative life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In this state a woman loses her energy to create, whether it be solutions to mundane matters in her life, such as school, family, friendships, or her concerns with compelling issues in the larger world, or with &lt;i&gt;issues of spirit -–&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;her personal development, her art&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is not a mere procrastination, for it continues over weeks and months of time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She seems “flattened out, filled with ideas perhaps, but deeply anemic and more and more unable to act upon them”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;In archetypal psychology, clothing can personify the outer presence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;persona&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is a mask a person shows to the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It hides much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With proper psyche padding and disguises, both men and women can present a near-perfect persona, a near-perfect facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;The words a woman needs most in situations wherein she finds herself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“flattened out, filled with ideas perhaps, but deeply anemic and more and more unable to act upon them&lt;/span&gt; are:&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What stands behind?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is not as it appears?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What do I know deep within that I wish I didn't know?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What of me has been killed, or lays dying?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The killing aspect of psyche, whose job it is to see that no consciousness occurs, will continue to assert itself from time to time and twist off or poison any new growth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is its nature.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is its job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a natural censoring of all negative and painful events that occur in our lives, the “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;censoring ego&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The natural predator is particularly aggressive in ambushing women's wildish nature.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the very least, it seeks to scorn, and at the most sever a woman's connection to her own insights, inspirations, follow through and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A starved soul can become so filled with pain, a woman can no longer bear it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because women have a soul need to express themselves in their own soulful ways, they must develop and blossom in ways that are sensible to them and without molestation from others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who among us does not know at least one female loved-one who lost her instincts to make good choices for herself, and was forced therefore to live a marginal life or worse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps you are that woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pgs. 55-58 paperback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766014-112930707144631638?l=estesquotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estesquotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112930707144631638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766014&amp;postID=112930707144631638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766014/posts/default/112930707144631638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766014/posts/default/112930707144631638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estesquotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/killing-force.html' title='The Killing Force'/><author><name>Linda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a02X_F7b2Vw/SM_odPi1GAI/AAAAAAAACzY/abhz82RmO2Q/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766014.post-112921932892184877</id><published>2005-10-13T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T11:05:33.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Predator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A woman may try to hide from the devastations of her life, but the bleeding, the loss of life’s energy, will continue until she recognizes the &lt;i&gt;predator&lt;/i&gt; for what it is and contains it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;When women open the doors of their own lives and survey the carnage there in those out-of-the-way places, they most often find they have been allowing assassinations of their most crucial drams, goals, and hopes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They find lifeless thoughts and feelings and desires:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ones, which were once graceful and promising but now, are drained of blood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whether these hopes and dreams be about desire for relationship, desire for an accomplishment, a success, or a work of art, when such a gruesome discovery is made in one’s psyche, we can be sure the natural predator, also often symbolized in dreams as the animal groom, has been at work methodically destroying a woman’s most cherished desires, concerns, and aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;In fairy tales, the animal groom character is a common motif that is understood to represent a malevolent thing disguised as a benevolent thing.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;When a woman is attempting to avoid the facts of her own devastations, her night dreams are likely to shout warnings to hr, warnings and exhortations to wake up! Or get help! Or flee! Or go for the kill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;This not seeing, not understanding, not perceiving that our internal desires are not concomitant with our external actions, this is the spoor left behind by the animal groom. The presence of this factor in the psyche accounts for why women who say they wish to have a relationship instead do all they can to sabotage a loving one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is how women who set goals to be here, there, or wherever by such and such time never even begin the first leg of the journey, or abandon it at the first hardship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is how all the procrastinations, which give, rise to self-hatred, all the shame feelings that are pushed down and away to fester, all the new beginnings, which are solely needed, and all the long-overdue endings are not met.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wherever the predator lurks and works, everything is derailed, demolished, and decapitated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;So then comes the next step, even more difficult yet, and that is to be able to stand what one sees, all one’s self-destruction and deadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;pgs. 54-56 paperback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766014-112921932892184877?l=estesquotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estesquotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112921932892184877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766014&amp;postID=112921932892184877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766014/posts/default/112921932892184877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766014/posts/default/112921932892184877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estesquotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/natural-predator.html' title='Natural Predator'/><author><name>Linda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a02X_F7b2Vw/SM_odPi1GAI/AAAAAAAACzY/abhz82RmO2Q/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17766014.post-112912739604706259</id><published>2005-10-12T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T11:06:54.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The “Unmothered” Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Naïve women as prey &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Many women do not even have the basic teachings about predators that a wolf mother gives her pups, such as:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If it is threatening and bigger than you, flee; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If it’s weaker, see what you want to do: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If it’s sick, leave it alone; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If it has quills, poison, fangs or razor claws, back      up and go in the other direction; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If it smells nice but is wrapped around metal jaws,      walk on by.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Early training to “&lt;i&gt;be nice&lt;/i&gt;” causes women to override their intuitions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are actually purposefully taught to submit to the predator.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Imagine a wolf mother teaching hr young to “be nice” in the face of an angry ferret or a wily diamondback rattler.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; As long as a woman believes she is powerless and/or is trained to not consciously register what she knows to be true, the feminine impulses and gifts of her psyche continue to be killed off.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Women are called “nosy”, whereas men are called “inquiring”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In reality, the trivialization of women’s curiosity so that it seems like nothing more than irksome snooping denies women’s insight, hunches, and intuitions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It denies all her senses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It attempts to attack her &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;most fundamental powers:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;differentiation and determination&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;i&gt;Questions&lt;/i&gt; are the keys that cause the secret doors of the psyche to swing open.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The ability to stand what one sees enables a woman to return to &lt;i&gt;her deep nature&lt;/i&gt;, to be sustained in all thoughts, feelings, and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pg. 46 paperback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17766014-112912739604706259?l=estesquotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estesquotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112912739604706259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17766014&amp;postID=112912739604706259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766014/posts/default/112912739604706259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17766014/posts/default/112912739604706259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estesquotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/unmothered-woman.html' title='The “Unmothered” Woman'/><author><name>Linda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a02X_F7b2Vw/SM_odPi1GAI/AAAAAAAACzY/abhz82RmO2Q/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
