Deep down and almost hidden in slumber is our pigdog, still heeding the call of the wild, as mythology shows.
From a psychological point of view, the word creation of “pig dog” is very fascinating: both the wolf and the wild boar were power animals in old Europe. Over the centuries they were dimmed and relegated to the fat, helpless pink pig and demonized as the big, bad wolf as we find in Little Red Riding Hood or The Wolf and the Seven Little Kids. In the books Das Schwarzmondtabu in Germany or “Women who run with the wolves” by Pinkola Estes you will find some beautiful stories and interpretations about the original powers of these animals.
From the wolf to the pet dog
The wolf was once the most widespread land predator on earth. Wolves are pack animals and work best in the group against the myth of the lonely wolf.
For the Celts the wolf was worshiped as a symbol of community because of its strong sense of family. In the Germanic legends Odin’s wolves Geri and Freki, as well as the wolf brothers Skalli and Hati, chase after the wagon of the sun goddess and the god of the moon.
And for the Indians of North America, the wolf is a wise teacher who has a symbiotic relationship with the powers of the moon.
A positive image of the power of the wolf also draws from Roman mythology in particular with regard to the founding of Rome: After the child Gods Romulus and Remus were left exposed in a basket on a river, a she-wolf took them in, nursing them and thus ensuring their survival until both were finally brought to safety by a shepherd. Later, Romulus and Remus founded the city of Rome. That would never have been possible without the help of the caring she-wolf. Many peoples of Central Asia saw the wolf as their direct ancestor and worshiped him as a sacred animal.
Wolves are extremely social and intelligent animals: just by organizing in packs they can collect together and defeat larger animals that have many times their own body weight. The power animal Wolf shows us the role and value of family ties. When hunting their prey, it first becomes apparent how clever wolves hunt. They capture their prey through various, finely-tuned techniques – a call to us to precisely target our goals and to elaborate and methodically implement those techniques in a network. As true team players, wolves can really unleash their full potential in a pack.
Our pigdog, however, is lonely without a pack and has lost his intelligence for hunting, and achieving goals. He is domesticated, imprisoned and kept alien. He cannot get out, he has become lazy and lonely.
From the wild boar to the pink house pig
While the boar is initially the savage power of the Great Mother in matriarchy, later on through the transition to patriarchy he becomes the embodiment of power, aggression and evilness.
As an aggressive animal that tears through bushes impetuously, the wild form of a boar is the symbol of fearless, indomitable, fighting courage. Warriors often wore helmets in the shape of a boar’s head or with close-set tusks. Even the name of the animal became a symbol of a hero’s bravery. Among the Indo-Europeans the boar was regarded as an animal gifted with solar powers and thus represented the male principle. But when he appeared in white, he became a lunar animal and entered the female symbol iconography. In this regard, he embodied the humid principle of a swamp dweller which meant sensual pleasure and feasting.
In Indian mythology, the boar Varaha is the third incarnation of Vishnu. This high Hindu god took the form of the male pig to save the still very youthful Mother Earth from the demon Hiranyaksha, who had kidnapped her and sunk into the depths of the ocean. Among the ancient Egyptians, the boar embodied evil as a deadly beast into which the god Seth transformed himself to kill his twin brother Osiris. The boar was also sacred to the War God Ares in ancient Greece.
The German myth Güllinbürsti speaks of “goldborstener Sonneneber,” a protective, battle-proven crest with the meaning of strength and heroism. Its golden bristles symbolized the Sun’s rays and shone so brightly that it illuminated the night. This male pig could run faster than a horse all day and night. It served as a mount to the fertility God Freyr, to whom the boar was especially devoted. Güllinbürsti made the boar appear as a Sun hero, who gave the people happiness, peace, sunshine and rain and therefore also provided vegetation and agriculture, but could also act as a courageous warrior.
From the sofa into the wilderness
So, can you let your pigdog back into the wilderness where he’s from – just like you?
Close your dear eyes – please first read the manual and then put the book down and close your dear eyes:
Imagine, you contact your weaker self. Yes you give it a form, and bring it into the material world. You see your pigdog evolve. You keep your pigdog very close on a leash. He has been trained for years in symbiosis with you. He whispers to you, “Oh come on, let’s make ourselves comfortable, it’s easier. Let’s stay with the proven, everything new makes us scared. Let’s snuggle down into old patterns.”
So, you set it up comfortably, you two are getting lazy, fat and sedate. The television tirelessly streams programs so you don’t get too bored, and the brain gets trained watching all day. When getting up or going to bed, the muscles squeak a bit; the belly prevents a clear view of the feet, but with so little need for exercise that’s not a big deal. The eyes have so called beautiful glasses to wear; the lungs a narrow tailor-made space and the car is at the door to drive you and the pigdog through life. An initially enjoyable arrangement spreads in increasing languor, lack of will and dullness: you and the pigdog are one!
All at once you hear a voice: “Is this all there is to life? Is this what I’m living for? This doesn’t make sense!“ You feel a glimpse of rebellion, a spark of energy.
One day you wake up and look the apparent traitor in the face. Get away! you yell at him, leave me alone, go! At first you still cling to the leash and shout louder, “Go away!” but the poor fellow cannot leave. You have him tied to you! And at some point you realize you’re holding the chord tight. You are the one who isn’t letting go.
But you want to be free.
And now imagine that you let go of the leash. “Oh dear, how will I get along without him?” You moan. He stays with you at first, yes, he too is afraid to break away. You breathe and say, “Go, go to freedom.” Maybe you even give him a push. He starts to breathe, takes a few steps, stretches and stretches, circling you, and the radius gets bigger. “Oh stop!” you scream. You both get scared. He comes back or maybe you go to him to keep him? But please, release him, and release yourself. Here and now you have the power!
And finally he runs away, at first slowly, then faster. With each jump, he transforms more and more into his original state. His coat becomes grayer, his gait becomes more alive, his fat turns to sinewy muscle. He becomes more and more wolfish, at some point he breathes the scent of freedom, picks up the tracks of his pack…and runs!
He runs through meadows and fields to an ancient forest with wise, old trees, that are very tall, have deep-rooted, thick, weather-beaten trunks and lush crowns. He picks up the tracks of his brethren, and then, even at quite a distance you feel the happiness of his wildly throbbing heart. He is finally with his pack of wolves, deep in the forest, free in community living. He’s already frolicking and raging with his brothers. They have been waiting for him for so long. You can create the image of wild, wildness, freedom, play. Then, look closely, see him. He looks back, looking straight into your eyes over the distance. You feel the blaze of his gaze full of joy, liveliness and happiness and he barks to you and you can now understand the language of the wolves. You hear the sound of the wild reverberating in your eardrum: ”Be wild.“
You feel your own wild nature; your longing for people and connection; your rage about the cage you were in; your wrath about the loss of love; your tears about your fears. All your encaged emotions come up and you scream and shout and let it all out. You cry tears, you fly over all your fears, you open your heart and you start to see your true nature within and around you. You open the window of your soul and let the sunshine in as well as the moon and the stars. You align with the natural rhythms, without and within. You find your way back to who you are: free, wild energy that is waiting for your next step to evolve.
You step right into the swinging center of your heart.