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The Home of the Dream Whisperer

The good witch vocatta is a Jungian analyst. She introduces me to the language of myth, image and symbol linking my personal experience to the archetypal oppression of women and the feminine. I focus on the myth of Medusa. I see the overarching patterns helping me make sense of my personal struggles.

The earth has been ravaged - the nurturing gifts of the great mother squandered. Ans so it follows that the most personal nurturing source for humans, the brest, is ravaged too.

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