Willing, Feeling and Thinking are the expressions or faculties of the human soul. Since we are most aware of our Thinking ponder the story of Prometheus, then if you wish you can email me about it: dralicia@proton.me
Prometheus by A. Roz Mar
Do we not see in our world, in our leaders and in ourselves dilemma when "after thought," Epimethean thinking, predominates? We are challenged to be Promethean forethinkers; to see afar with the eye of the Eagle.
Prometheus, which in Greek means forethinker, represents the endowment of thought that man was capable of receiving because the human being is fashioned with spirit and possesses a spirit derived of the diokosmesis; the Cosmic word-world order. We could also identify it as a droplet of the infinite ocean of consciousness.
Prometheus had a brother named Epimetheus which means afterthought and whom Plato called “dull witted.” Dull wittedness is passive thinking i.e. materialistic, inartistic and uninspired; taking the world at face value, much as it is today. Epimethean thinking is fatalistic in nature in that only afterward does something become known, which is akin to being dragged along by the fates, while Promethean thinking, that which is enflamed by one’s own spirit sees afar and implies taking hold of destiny.
The Golden Eagle symbolizes the will to see beyond and foresee consequences of actions, what Native Peoples identify with the east direction on the Medicine Wheel. Golden thought is the inner sun or fire of Prometheus. Thought that evolves to the imaginative, inspirational, and intuitional becomes the potential ground for cosmic intelligence to become manifest.
The myth of Prometheus is expounded on by writers such as Hesiod, Plato, Pythagoras and Pindar. There are other aspects to the story including Prometheus being chained to the Caucasus (earth) where each day an eagle eats at his liver which means that what is not of use to the Ego is cast off but is renewed each night; salt in the blood that is formed when we think during the day is dissolved and refreshed through sleep in the night.
Copyright: A. Roz Mar, Prometheus