New metaphors excite me. I asked a geophysicist to explain his occupation and he told me of how he measures with a machine that uses sound to “see” within layers of earth and shale where pockets of oil and gas are located. My reply surprised both of us, “oh, you mean like doctors use dopplers or sonograms, like bats use sonar, like submarines know where other subs are, or like fish locators. “Yes, like fish finders”, he replied. “That is the closest analogy”.
Seeing with the ears, that’s it. I thought of blind Tiresias, the seer who prophesied to Oedipus and gave counsel to Odysseus. I thought of the job description of the intuitive type as outlined by Jung’s personality types. I thought of Jesus’ edict, “Let he who hath ears hear.” I thought of my former Deaf clients, who “heard” in very different ways from the Hearing world. I recalled their exquisite peripheral vision and wondered what might be the counterpart for peripheral hearing.
Then, I thought of fishing, not so different from oil exploration. Both oil and fish used as metaphors speak of plentitude and bounty. Had Jesus lived in Texas, he might have said, “Follow me and I shall make you Derrickmen.” Fish of the sea seem to better represent soul food in the unconscious.
As a reformed Fundie and one residing within James Fowler’s Stage 5: [“Conjunctive” faith (mid-life crisis) acknowledges paradox and transcendence relating reality behind the symbols of inherited systems. The individual resolves conflicts from previous stages by a complex understanding of a multidimensional, interdependent “truth” that cannot be explained by any particular statement.], I wanted to revisit the idea of being a “fisher of men.” Evangelizing, proselytizing, the old Sunday School “bring one, brought one” concept? None of these worked for me. Yet, what am I but a literary missionary writing articles that I hope will influence people in their struggle to make sense of the best of mythology, religion and psychology, my loves. Yes, I fish.