Serpens (serpens) wrote,
Serpens
serpens

Got my Cube results the other day, forgot to post them here...

This is what you saw:

The cube is made out of some sort of shiny black stuff, maybe metal, or
maybe plastic, it's about 4 storeys tall, and hovering about 7 or 8 feet off
the sand, in the middle distance, one face towards me (rather than an edge).

The ladder is made out of the same stuff, and it's at an angle, one end
resting on the sand, the other end resting about half way up the cube face
that is towards me, so all up length is slightly less than the height of the
cube.

The horse is all black too, but has a white star patch on it's forehead
between it's eyes. It's to the right of the cube as I look at it, and it's
galloping towards me, it's a bit bigger than normal horse size. It's got no
saddle, and it's a stallion.

The storm is covering the whole sky, and it's just raining (fairly hard, but
not like absolutely bucketing down rain), and it's just making the cube
ladder and horse wet, it's fairly windy, but not gale force or anything, and
no thunder or lightning

The flowers are like a large bed of them, directly under where the cube is
hovering, in a perfect square, in the cube's "shadow" (it's overcast from
the storm, so there isn't really much of a shadow). they are those tiny
little white grass flowers (there's lots of grass there too).

You have created a mysterious image:

Five elements, arranged in space in a way that is unique to you.

No one else sees what you do.

You are ready to learn the secret of The Cube.

The cube is you.
The ladder is your friends.
The horse is your lover.
The storm is trouble.
The flowers are children.

We don�t know why, but we know it�s true: "Describe the cube" seems to be an
ancient key for unlocking the soul. You didn�t wonder what your cube looked
like�you knew.

In your cube you have created a self-portrait of amazing precision and
subtlety. Its size, its place in earth and sky, and what it�s made of, all
reflect, as in a soul mirror, how you see and feel and place yourself.

Look at your cube again. You�ll probably feel a shock of recognition and
revelation, of simultaneous familiarity and surprise. Your cube can tell you
things about yourself you didn�t know you knew.

Your cube reflects your absolute individuality.

No two cubes are alike! To prove it, try the game with three good friends.
You will be amazed by the variety�and the accuracy.

You don�t need anyone to explain your cube to you. In fact�like a dream�only
you can truly understand it. It is a message from you to yourself, one that
folds and unfolds, revealing more each time you look at it. Months from now,
it will suddenly show you something new.

Here are some hints to guide you deeper into the mysteries of your cube�and
yourself.

The cube is you.

This is what you saw:
The cube is made out of some sort of shiny black stuff, maybe metal, or
maybe plastic, it's about 4 storeys tall, and hovering about 7 or 8 feet off
the sand, in the middle distance, one face towards me (rather than an edge).

Keywords:
Black - stylish; stark; mysterious; guarded; self-contained; drawn to the
dark side
Hovering - tentative; uncommitted; realistic, but open to possibility
Huge - confident; egoistic; dominant; grandiose; generous
Metal, Solid - made strong by stress; weighty; introverted; impenetrable;
melancholy
Middle Distance - balanced between extremes
Plastic - of blue-collar origin; unpretentious; proud to be ordinary; "salt
of the earth"
Shiny - bright; attention-getting; achievement-oriented; excelling at what
you do

The ladder is your friends.

Here is the most mysterious symbol in the game.

It�s not so hard to see why your cube is you (or the horse your lover), but
your friends�a ladder?

One thing�s for sure: This game reveals and honors friends� true importance:
second only to you, before even your partner.

In the desert dawn the ladder is alone with the cube, supporting it, leaning
on it, or simply hanging out with it, helping to reach its inmost heart, its
topmost height�or beyond, connecting it to earth or sky�or letting it down,
standing too far off, lying down on the job.

This image tells us another secret about friends:

Friendship�s hidden purpose is to take you higher, to help you rise in
realms both outer and inner�but also to guide you down to earth if you�re a
dreamer.

Which way do your friendships point? How high do they lead? Where are you
going? Are your friends helping you get there?

This is what you saw:
The ladder is made out of the same stuff, and it's at an angle, one end
resting on the sand, the other end resting about half way up the cube face
that is towards me, so all up length is slightly less than the height of the
cube.

Keywords:
Connecting Cube to Ground � bring you down to earth; ground you in reality;
are your anchor
Leaning Against Cube � lean on you; give you support; are close to you;
touch you
Same Material as Cube � are very much like you
Shorter than Cube � are not quite your equals

The horse is your lover.

Now we�re on more familiar ground.

Any eleven-year-old girl knows (in her bones, not her mind) that the horse
is the promise of sex: a muscular mystery moving between her thighs, an
innocent dangerous wave of animal power and joy that comes as itself before
it comes in human disguise.

Your lover is the animal in your life�embodiment and summoner of the animal
in yourself.

There�s more to it than sex: a lover, like a horse, can be best friend,
protector, pet (or pest), dependent, renegade, work horse, war-horse.

She or he can carry you places you�d never go alone, be docile or
disciplined, proud or wild, run away with you or from you, throw you, hover
close, or just pass by.

The horse is your lover as you see him or her. You�ll recognize its color,
breed, and behavior.

If your horse has a definite gender, it�s not about sexual preference, but a
sign of your lover�s qualities in the language of ancient prejudice: Is your
lover bold, assertive, adventurous? Loved for her steadfast endurance or
for his nurturing gentleness?

If you don�t have a lover right now, the horse is your ideal, or past, or
potential lover.

The interaction between horse and cube is your relationship as you know it,
in your heart of hearts, to be. It isn�t always what you want to see, but
it�s always true�for you.

Your lover may see things quite differently.

You can play The Cube together: The two of you won�t influence each other.
Your vision is yours alone. That�s the magic of the game.

But if you play with your lover, be prepared for embarrassed laughter when
you come to the horse. What you each discover may make you blush with
pleasure�or wince.

This is what you saw:
The horse is all black too, but has a white star patch on it's forehead
between it's eyes. It's to the right of the cube as I look at it, and it's
galloping towards me, it's a bit bigger than normal horse size. It's got no
saddle, and it's a stallion.

Keywords:
Black � mysterious; romantic; powerful; moody; a good lover; brunet
Male/Stallion � bold; assertive; adventurous; dominant; protective; proud
Naked (No Saddle or Bridle) � free; loved sexually
Near the Cube � close to you; loyal; committed
Running � busy; active; energetic; preoccupied; athletic

The storm is trouble.

You knew that, didn�t you?

The storm is a symbol so classic it�s trite. Think of all those climatic
moments in the old movies when rain pelts the window and thunder and
lightning punctuate the lovers� quarrel or the laboring woman�s cries.

The surprise is what this storm brings to light.

Till now, all has been static, serenely surrealistic. Only the horse moved,
or rarely, the cube. The relations between them seemed fixed and eternal:
your life as a snapshot, not an action film.

The storm�life�s wild card�throws it all into motion. The balance is upset.
Suddenly there�s danger, suspense�a plot!

Will the cube be struck by lightning? Will the ladder go flying? Will the
horse take cover?

As crisis brings out character, the storm tests you, your friends, and
lover: who protects whom, who is stronger, how you take "the blows of fate."

Or not.

Many of us reject the challenge of the storm, holding it at arm�s length�on
the horizon or beyond. If your storm is small, or out of sight, your motto
is, "No worries, mate!"

This may reflect real good fortune: You�re in a safe and sunny time.

On the other hand, maybe you banished the storm out of stubborn denial:
"That can�t happen to me!"

Don�t knock it. Denial can sometimes be the soul�s immune system, locking
out bad news, making its own luck by sheer force of will.

Yet there are times when denial can kill.

Sooner or later, into every life the storm will come. If yours is way far
off, thank God�and fix your roof!

A storm on the horizon is a truce with trouble. You know it�s out there, but
at least it�s not here, and things could go on like this indefinitely.

If on the other hand, the storm sweeps through�sandstorm, rain squall,
electrical storm�what do you do? How do the cube, the ladder, and the horse
weather it�together or alone?

The cube tends to survive the storm in good repair�unless you�ve been
through hell in the last couple of years.

Whether the ladder stands fast, gets thrown for a loop or knocked flat
reveals the "balance of trouble" between you and your friends.

Do they stand by you? Lean on you? Hover over you? Have you shared similar
weather? Who�s been through more or taken it harder?

Your horse�s behavior in the storm may be all too familiar�and so may your
treatment of him or her.

Short of true disaster, the storm isn�t all bad. Rough weather at least
brings us together, brings out hard truths and hidden strengths we didn�t
know we had, and brings the desert rain.

This is what you saw:
The storm is covering the whole sky, and it's just raining (fairly hard, but
not like absolutely bucketing down rain), and it's just making the cube
ladder and horse wet, it's fairly windy, but not gale force or anything, and
no thunder or lightning

Keywords:
Above the Cube � here, now; in your childhood; kept to yourself; affecting
only you
Rainstorm � an emotional crisis; bringing tears; dampening your spirits;
depressing; breaking the tension; necessary for growth
Wind � a spiritual crisis; stressful; upsetting routines; chaotic; bringing
change; energizing; renewing

The flowers are children.

That flowers come after the storm is no news to any woman who�s borne one
child or more. Kids are the reward for survival, roses at the curtain call,
life�s irrepressible renewal�and ultimate risk. Their flesh is fresh as
flower petals�and just as fragile.

"I am responsible for my rose," said St. Exup�ry�s Little Prince.

That�s how parents describe their flowers: delight in their beauty in the
same breath with caretaking duty.

People who have children (or who want them) usually put their flowers inside
the cube, or close to it, in the shelter of its walls, safe from the storm.

Sometimes the horse is appointed protector. You see your partner as shield
or source.

The protectiveness can persist after children are grown, especially if
parents help with money or the kids still live at home.

Some parents plant their flowers in a small oasis all their own, a tended
garden patch or glade�or float them in a lily pond.

And some see cactus flowers, bright as flame, brought up through a thousand
thorns, the beauty worth the pain.

By contrast, people with no kids (and no urgent wish to have them) tend to
see flowers growing wild, outside, all over the place.

Nonparents cheerfully assume the flowers will survive the storm without the
help of horse or cube.

Their flowers tend to be generic, all of a kind, while parents� are assorted
and specific, seen in more detail.

Some childless people love and notice kids. Some don�t have the chance. And
some couldn�t care less.

Your flowers may not always be children of the flesh.

You�ll know if they�re budding projects, ideas, patients, or your
pets�whatever you nuture that returns the favor and makes your desert bloom
afresh.

This is what you saw:
The flowers are like a large bed of them, directly under where the cube is
hovering, in a perfect square, in the cube's "shadow" (it's overcast from
the storm, so there isn't really much of a shadow). they are those tiny
little white grass flowers (there's lots of grass there too).

Keywords:
Many flowers � many kids; your life�s work; other people�s
Small � young; underfoot; pets; other people�s; not a big part of your life

One last thought�

The Desert is the World.

We never wondered what the desert meant till someone asked us: We�d assumed
it was chosen for its unobtrusiveness�no more than a blank page on which to
draw your cube.

But then we began to notice how differently people portray the desert, too.

To some, it�s a forbidding place, bleak, unnourishing, and harsh. If
anything at all grows there, it�s cactuses.

Some see the desert�s bareness as an aid to efficiency, independence,
clarity, or spiritual awareness.

And to others, it�s hospitable and lush. Say "desert" and they go, "Oasis!"
Their dunes are sensuous, and they�ll often add a graceful palm for the
ladder to lean against or to give the flowers shade.

The desert is the world, of course, as it appears to you: your life�s bare
stage, a fierce Sahara you can�t change, or a California you arrange into a
comfortable home. Cactuses are prickly adversaries, mirages alluring
illusions. Oases show the way to springs of luck and love.
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