Holding satsang with the witch from my recurrent childhood dream, it’s especially interesting to notice what happens when I say thank you for protecting me.
There is a shift from my habitual way of thinking about the witch – that she is bad, evil, should go away, and that I need protection from her, to exploring how she is protecting me. I see that I am trying to protect myself through my image of an evil witch. I create that image in an attempt to protect myself.
Or, rather, my mind is creating an image of an evil witch in an attempt to protect the image of me. And it identifies with these images, hold them as true.
I also see it’s all innocent. It’s all from love.