In this talk I weave the actual hospital experience with the Greek myth of the Minotaur and the institution as a labyrinth that intervenes like a wedge between our self and our true nature. Once separated, the self then identities with its new mother, the institution. Like a fetus we are connected to and fed by the institution womb. The Institutional Mother replaces our natural Mother—think nature and timeless being—with an artificial mother we call modern society. Now we are addicted to time and the stress of time. Because we have never forgotten our True Mother, we are always finding something wrong with our substitute mother.
You aren’t my real Mother, our Soul says. So we complain and resist and drag out feet and stamp our feet as our institutional mother drags us along on a leash. We know that pacifier is not a real breast.
Greek myths are wonderful creations. The wife of the king of Crete (forget their names) has sex with a bull (who was the vehicle of the god Poisiden. Everyone is a god or goddess in the myths. She gave birth to the Minotaur, half man, half bull. The king had the labyrinth built to hide his son, and created the ritual sacrifice of the innocents to this beast within.
The Greeks were psychotherapists through story telling in their myths. Our movies today are the reincarnation of Greek mythology, the universal principle of life and death through stories. They also understood the catharsis through art, through plays and story. It is the mythic story from which you can fee yourself from the hidden Minotaur in our psyche