Narnia: A Christian Tale of Transcendental Proportions in a Child's Life

Once upon a Lion walked these grounds... Now in ancient alchemy symbols the Lion was thought to be the soul that was purified. A state we can all attain which now thanks to Maslow we call self actualization. Gold was the goal after slowly apply heat to the lead of our soul. The color of the sun that gave light upon the world equally, as so did the son of God. But lift that stone, and there you will find me said Christ according to Thomas. But lift that mane and you will see your own face staring back at you. But whose face stands beneath the Tiara of Ice? Why it is yours as well. We all have the potential to be Christ or devil within us, but it is for us to embrace the one we choose. So choose wisely. But what makes us choose one over the other? Edmund the one who disavows her sisters story about the fantastical world on the other side of the wardrobe is persuaded to sell out the children of Eve for a few bites of Turkish delight that never reach the spot. Leaving him in the clutches of the White Witch in hopes she comes through with her bargain against his better instincts. For his instincts is that which Aslan or Christ has given each of us, but it is a quiet subtle voice that never roars as loud as our egos. In Jungian psychology the speak about the mother who finds herself inadequate to give her children the comfort they need. She in turn or the child finds out on their own that the chemicals in certain food can provide , although a cheap one at best, substitute. Also following fairy tale tradition this witch is the compartmentalized harmful side of the borderline mother. Also being the feminine, robs the child of its instincts that women find more accessible than men at times. She robs the child of its belief in its feelings and action or voice to receive better. Creating just another lost voice in the dark cave. Peter plays the contrast of the hero who empowers himself to empower the others. But seeing that C.S. Lewis was a Christian adept, Peter is such a poor name. But any who, Peter stands for the engaged hero aspect of the ego in its beneficial whole role as the discerns and protector. Lucy plays the impractical nature of being always in the dream state resolving to impetuous behavior. Susan checks her with the slow prodding of the protective mother bear that guards her steps with her children with her nose always in the air. But each balances the other and even finds use for Edmund's trickery in the end. The animals of the world follow the tribal traditions found throughout the world, especially in the native cultures of North America. Before the despoiled world of man was that of the animals who walked and talked like man does today. Also C.S. lewis could of meant this as a parallel to the Gospel of Niccodemus saying that their was salvation for the pagans that his old friend Tolkien much preferred. But not without saying with right thought, they even worshiped Christ in shape of Aslan. As for Aslan's sacrifice, for all good things there is a price. In Hindu mythology there is a god each to create, preserve, and destroy that is to be found harmful. When the White Witch asks for Aslan blood to save Edmund, it is a right deal. If one has a cup of poison filled to the brim, would not one have to empty it before they can receive clean water? But in any case the glass is never lost, for when you sacrifice, you only loose what was never yours in the first place. But it might be as endearing as watching maggots eat the dead flesh of your skin leaving only the living tissue clean. To many like Edmund this sacrifice could be that of alcohol, drugs, a wife, or a job that only brought harm after short delight that brings only pain in the end as the delight shrinks as the hope of that thrill grows to tantamount steeps. One is left chasing a dragon that never was. But many give up as the palms of the oasis bear on the horizon. The battle is the last five minutes of any sacrifice of the will to health. It is the last five minutes of the Heroine addict going cold turkey for life. The battle is that of self destruction delivered from the borderline mother's womb or self esteem from the lion roar in your head that finally speaks out and loud at the oppression of the bow that broke. The slings and arrows are the real blasts one feels in the flesh and the fear of the heart taking the leap of faith to ones self. Do you have what it takes.......