Apr 252012
 

I’ve recently learned something interesting about caterpillars. Inside the caterpillar body, there are clumps of cells called imaginal discs. These discs, which carry the butterfly DNA, are dormant for most of the caterpillar’s life.

Once the caterpillar enters the pupa stage, where it’s encased in a chrysalis, embryonic cells called imaginal cells begin to sprout from these imaginal discs. The caterpillar’s immune system doesn’t recognize these cells as belonging to the caterpillar. The DNA in them is different from that of other cells, so the immune system kills them off.

Imaginal cells continue to sprout, faster and faster.  They migrate toward each other and form clusters, then the clusters start to organize.  The caterpillar’s immune system becomes overwhelmed.  It fails.  At this point the caterpillar’s body dissolves into a liquid mass.

The liquefied body of the caterpillar provides the imaginal cells nourishment to power their growth.  From each imaginal disc, a separate part of the butterfly body is formed. One disc makes the cells for each wing, one for each leg, each antennae and so on.

When the body of the butterfly is complete, the chrysalis turns transparent.  The butterfly struggles to break out of it.  It has to break out on its own.  If it has help breaking out of the chrysalis, its wings will never develop the strength to fly. The push against the resistant chrysalis is what strengthens its wings so it can eventually fly.

Denial

I was struck by how the caterpillar’s immune system tries to prevent the metamorphosis from a lowly, crawling worm to a soaring butterfly.  Denial is like that.  Like the immune system, denial keeps the world as you know it, intact.   It helps you function as you are, as you have always been.

Eventually though, denial becomes an obstacle toward growth.  Like the caterpillar’s immune system, it prevents us from moving into the next stage of the adult imago.

Breaking out of denial requires that we see the world differently.  The caterpillar again shows us a metaphor.  He prepares for his transformation by hanging upside down so that his world view is 180 degrees the opposite of what it had been.

To shed denial, it helps to turn everything upside down.  New art students are advised to turn their subject upside down.  The view is different from what they’re accustomed to, so it reveals things that had gone unnoticed.  When everything is upside down, the mind’s tendency to fill in the blanks with preconceived ideas is temporarily turned off while we regain our bearing.

Identity and Values

In his last molting, the caterpillar sheds his incarnation as a caterpillar.  When the final caterpillar skin is removed, it reveals a chrysalis.  At first, it’s soft and vulnerable but it soon hardens into a cocoon.  This final molting is like our own shedding of an identity.

In Girardian Theory, our identity is defined by what we choose as valuable and desirable.  Girard tells us that these desires are acquired by watching what others choose as desirable.  Values define us. Values propel our actions and perceptions.

Shedding old values, we shed old identity and make room for new values, a new identity, new perceptions and new behaviors.  At some point we know that the old caterpillar values no longer define us.  Those values were acquired values.  They came from mimesis, the tendency to copy our being from someone else’s being, so they are shallow values.  In shedding those values, we begin to understand that our true identity is to be found inside ourselves.  The hard shell of the chrysalis represents a boundary against external influence because the metamorphosis comes from within.

The caterpillar’s previous life provides the nourishment and energy needed for the new to arise.  He had spent his caterpillar life consuming voraciously to enlarge his body. When it dissolves, it serves as the nourishment for his new and true identity.  Similarly, we spend our lives as mimetic creatures, accumulating  what we desire.  We don’t realize that we only desired it because someone else did. Our desires were modeled to us, as a “good thing”.  When we finally let go of those desires, accumulated material is transformed into accumulated experience.  Experience which nourishes wisdom and understanding, the power to create our new values and express our true identity.

In his cocoon, the caterpillar is safe to fall apart.  In doing, he lets go and allows what was always waiting dormant inside him, to recreate him.  All the things he needs for his new life begin to form spontaneously once the immune system relinquishes control.  The simple, worm-self dissolves into a liquid and a new, complicated creature with wings and the ability to procreate, arises from this formless primordial soup.

Faith

Letting go is always a leap of faith.  Just as the caterpillar can’t imagine being a butterfly, neither can we know what is waiting for us when we let go of control.  What we do know is that control is what keeps us worm-like.  The biblical representation of Satan as a snake and prince of the material world, is an apt one.  His being is a shameful one. He crawls on the ground like a lowly worm, decked in a beautiful skin, in denial of his shameful being.  His recursive shame is revealed in his coiled posture.  The snake often sheds his skin but there is always another snake underneath, an analogy to the psychopathic mask which, when dropped, only reveals another mask, another lie.  That’s because he is the lie and he lives in denial.

When the butterfly has fully formed, the chrysalis becomes transparent, revealing the colors of its wings.  We can see the potential butterfly waiting to break out of its last incarnation in the chrysalis.

Resistance was part of the plan.

In a final metaphor, the butterfly must break out on its own without help.  The resistance it encounters from the boundaries of its last incarnation, help it to gain strength in its wings.  Without that resistance to push against, fluid from it’s abdomen won’t fill the wings.  The wings don’t stretch and it will never fly.  This metaphor reveals how resistance creates strength.  Even our denial was part of the plan to create  our Imago Dei, the incarnation of ourselves that can soar and create.

As the butterfly spreads his wings for a maiden flight, he retains the memories of having been a worm.  Research shows that a caterpillar trained to avoid specific odors by electric shock association, still remembers to avoid those same odors after metamorphosis.

The butterfly’s previous life had served a purpose.  He’s not ashamed of having started out a lowly crawling worm because that’s how he came to the point of becoming a butterfly. He learned the lesson he needed, that flying is about letting go…

…and that, a butterfly is what happens when a caterpillar was making other plans.Copyright © 2012-2013 Skylar

  33 Responses to “Denial is the Mythology of our Future.”

  1. Skylar, I’d prefer to just stay in the cocoon. I don’t trust myself and feel exceedingly vulnerable and ill equipped to decipher in the moment and in the future. I’m so grateful that I have a safe space to cocoon in.
    Regarding self grey rocking……I really think he did it to me then discarded me like a broken toy because it wasn’t fun anymore and he certainly didn’t have the interest or responsibility to help fix it. The uncertainties, inconsistencies and confusion wore me down and made me grey rock. He broke it and realized it was to complicated to maintain in the first place. It’s like being dead set on getting this shinny car you see on the side of the road but then once you have it, you park it under the tree in the driveway and let the pine sap and bird #### build up on it and the squirrels make nests in the engine. When it no longer runs and isn’t shiny anymore you have it hauled away. He didn’t stop to think that a car like that should be kept in a garage and needs to be maintained. He got some good rides out of it and looked good sporting around in it but now it’s broken and not fun anymore. Discard.
    His vehicle is a work “truck” that his mother lets him drive and belonged to his dead father. He barely takes care of that. How’s that for a ” tell”? Lives in his mothers basement. How’s that for a red flag?
    I really thought I loved him. WTF! I don’t know what to think about that now! Was there even ever someone real to love?
    I don’t know about that analogy but its as good as I can muster right now. I’m so drained.
    I can’t believe now emotionally destroyed I feel. The chrysalis feels like its to thick to ever break through.
    I think it’s a testament to your power and strength that you went through something like this for as long as you did. It amazes me because my situation was nothing compared to what you have endured and I’m wrecked. I love the hanging upside down part of your analogy. My world is upside down and I’m not dealing all that well with the disorienting perspective. It’s too jarring.
    I think that because of my personal issues and vulnerabilities I need things to be consistent and solid and definitely not upside down. He has no clue what he has done.
    Excuse the ramble. I hope something was worth saying in this!

    • Dorothy,
      I see what you mean about him painting you gray. Spaths do paint us gray because they are so envious when we shine that eventually they train us to stop shining or we’ll be punished.

      Still, it was us who decided to stop shining rather than leave the pathetic envious spath.

      Yes, we both had some serious red flags flying but we didn’t know what they meant. Of course, the spath was more than eager to give us excuses for those red flags.

      It takes experience to figure out the truth. That truth was not one we could ever have imagined on our own.

      • Oh so very very true. I could NEVER have imagined it on my own. The horror!
        He didn’t just give excuses, he punished me emotionally for just noticing them and having the audacity to speak of and question them. He found it insulting.
        He used to tell me how beautiful I was and it felt like a tactic. I told him early on that an ex of mine told me he loved me and when I asked him why he loved me he managed to sputter out…” Because you’re pretty “. He knew that really bothered me and I now think the reason he made such a point of telling me that was to irk me.
        I don’t know…….I’m reading about Aspergers and some can be very contentious, provocative, perverted. Spathy. I see serious traits of it in us both but the Spathy variety in him for sure. Crazy. Wow.
        They want us shiny because it makes them look shiny but they envy our authenticity so they want to destroy it?

        • Dorothy, I just finished reading the link you sent me with the summary of Dr. Hans Asperger’s paper on Autistic Psychopathy. It’s a keeper! I went ahead and added a link to it on my left side links to other websites. Awesome information. Thank you!

          • Skylar, ya! It’s interesting. I’m not sure what to make of it!
            Soooo much to learn and take in these days! D

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