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mostthingskenobi · 1 year
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Luke Skywalker is the reason I love Star Wars. The unexpected hero who thought he was ordinary. The impatient boy who lost everything. The man willing to die to protect the ones he loved. The Jedi who overcame evil by using compassion instead of power.
Maybe it's silly that something fictional means so much to me. But Luke represents an ideal worth striving for. He is the embodiment of the monomyth, the hero with a thousand faces, which means he represents the power and potential of each person on this planet.
Sorry, I know this post sounds really gushy. But I've been reading a lot of Joseph Campbell lately. It's been driving home that a real hero doesn't just save the galaxy; a real hero goes deep into their own soul. By healing themselves, they heal the world.
If you haven't read The Hero With a Thousand Faces, I highly recommend it if you want your mind exploded!! 🤯🤯🤯
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itsbansheebitch · 5 months
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Unpopular Opinion
Ok, I'm going to say it. I HATE the "Hero with a Thousand Faces" idea with my whole BEING. It flattens stories and culture in such a gross way. It's bastardizing, I'm not even exaggerating here. I've hated it since I found out about it.
Sure it's a great BEGINNER path to follow when trying to write a story, but oh my god I HATE every time someone tries to turn it into a "AcTuAlLy AlL sToRiEs ArE tHe SaMe" conversation. I HATE IT. It's a stain on writing discussions and it restrains creativity.
When's the last time you read a story like House of Leaves? A story in a story in a story. I haven't even READ House of Leaves yet, and although the genre is not empty, it certainly has NEVER been over saturated like other genres (as far as I know).
In Conclusion: Please stop talking about plot like a formula that must be followed to a T or I will find where you live.
For all the people who don't know what I'm talking about, It's basically this:
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The work (hero's journey, not books that follow it) someone who only works in formulas, I swear to god. I hate this with every fiber of my being.
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THE HERO WITH A THOUSAND FACES by Joseph Campbell
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Nessuno si salva da solo (2015) by Sergio Castellitto
Book title: L’eroe dai mille volti (The Hero with a Thousand Faces in English; 1949) by Joseph Campbell
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“…and where we had thought to find an abomination, we shall find a god”
—Joseph Campbell, The Hero With a Thousand Faces
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One fateful night when I was little, I snuck downstairs while my dad was watching Return of the Jedi. It just so happened to be the moment right near the end when Luke removes Vader’s mask. My reaction was part horror, part sadness, and part awe...but I was not afraid. Rather, I wondered, 'who is this poor guy and what happened to him?’ I had instant empathy for the pitiful creature before me. This was my very first introduction to Star Wars, and is what forms the heart of my interest in⁠, and understanding of, the story to this day. The sorrow, the tenderness, the unconditional love. The redemption. The monster, a monster no more. It is why I have never seen Vader as the 'scary villain' of pop culture, but rather as Anakin.…the tragic hero and figure of immense pathos that he is.
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bmtalbott · 2 months
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Theseus, the hero-slayer of the Minotaur, entered Crete from without, as the symbol and arm of the rising civilization of the Greeks. That was the new and living thing. But it is possible also for the principle of regeneration to be sought and found within the very walls of the tyrant's empire itself. Professor Toynbee uses the terms "detachment" and "transfiguration" to describe the crisis by which the higher spiritual dimension is attained that makes possible the resumption of the work of creation. The first step, detachment or withdrawal, consists in a radical transfer of emphasis from the external to the internal world, macro- to microcosm, a retreat from the desperations of the waste land to the peace of the everlasting realm that is within. But this realm, as we know from psychoanalysis, is precisely the infantile un-conscious. It is the realm that we enter in sleep. We carry it within ourselves forever. All the ogres and secret helpers of our nursery are there, all the magic of childhood. And more important, all the life-potentialities that we never managed to bring to adult realization, those other portions of ourself, are there; for such golden seeds do not die. If only a portion of that lost totality could be dredged up into the light of day, we should experience a marvelous expansion of our powers, a vivid renewal of life. We should tower in stature. Moreover, if we could dredge up something forgotten not only by ourselves but by our whole generation or our entire civilization, we should become indeed the boon-bringer, the culture hero of the day-a personage of not only local but world historical moment. In a word: the first work of the hero is to retreat from the world scene of secondary effects to those causal zones of the psyche where the difficulties really reside, and there to clarify the difficulties, eradicate them in his own case (i.e., give battle to the nursery demons of his local culture) and break through to the undistorted, direct experience and assimilation of what C. G. Jung has called "the archetypal images." This is the process known to Hindu and Buddhist philosophy as viveka, "discrimination."
- Joseph Campbell, The Hero with a Thousand Faces
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"We have not even to risk the adventure alone, for the heroes of all time have gone before us—the labyrinth is thoroughly known. We have only to follow the thread of the hero path, and where we had thought to find an abomination, we shall find a god; where we had thought to slay another, we shall slay ourselves; where we had thought to travel outward, we shall come to the center of our own existence. And where we had thought to be alone, we shall be with all the world."
—From Joseph Campbell's, "The Hero with a Thousand Faces" (1949)
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celtos · 1 year
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Wherever the poetry of myth is interpreted as biography, history, or science, it is killed.
Joseph Campbell, The Hero With a Thousand Faces
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aliciadixson · 1 year
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The Beginning of the Journey
I have always loved stories; longer than I could exactly put my finger on. The first book I ever read by myself was Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Suess. I recall the days where I would ask my mother to read the book over and over, and her eagerness to oblige. She was joyful in reading to me, making every read a unique and fun experience. Perhaps my love of stories of all sorts truly started here- in the comfort of my childhood home and hearing my mother emphatically agree to read every time I asked and she was able to. Her, reading the same, boring book over and over again with so much gusto.
Or perhaps it started somewhere else, in the drafty garage of my Aunt who ran a small babysitting business. Here in the summers I found myself without many books to entertain, and my Aunt far too busy to read to me. I began telling stories to myself during nap time, instead of napping- I plotted. My best friend, Abby (an entire year older than me) had just finished Kindergarten, and with that accomplishment under her belt she knew how to spell and write. With her help, that summer I wrote my first books.
It wasn't just one, oh no, I wrote a new book just about every day that summer. All of the kids my Aunt babysat were given one notebook for the summer. For coloring, or writing, or really whatever we wanted to use it for (I recall Abby liked to use hers for Hangman, a game I was not very adept at quite yet). I used mine to tell stories. I could not tell you how many short children's stories I managed to shove in to that thing that summer. I would dictate to Abby what I wanted to write and draw the pictures.
The next summer, having gone through Kindergarten myself, despite my distinct disdain for chapter books (except for Junie B. Jones, because let's be honest- those books are a mood) I began writing my own story.
The thing about stories at this point was that I was writing them just for me. I didn't even want anyone to read them. I worked on that book for over a year. I recall learning what quotation marks were in that year and having to go back and fix my dialogue between my characters.
I didn't do this for anyone's benefit besides my own. It was a great feeling to sit down and just write and not have to worry about someone reading what I wrote. What would they think? Would they judge me too harshly? Was my story even good? These were not thoughts that seven-year-old me had. I just told stories for the simple sake of telling stories, because I loved it.
Despite my love for books and telling stories, I have never finished writing a novel. At the beginning of this year I found myself on the beginning of a journey, though I had no idea that this journey would lead here, sitting in front of my computer and writing a blog- with my real name- for all the world to see. You see, at the beginning of this year I decided it was time to buckle down and start telling my stories again.
I wanted to learn, because I was sure that my writing by itself would not be enough. So I started to watch the Brandon Sanderson lectures on writing- not for the first time. This time, however, I would space out the viewing of each lecture to try and fit into the span of a semester- so that I might imitate taking the class.
I am currently a stay at home mom and while keeping the house clean, tending my daughter, and keeping my families bellies full of good food is important- I often find myself with a lot of down time. Mary, my daughter, is prone to competing for my attention- so reading and writing while she is awake is usually off the table.
So with nothing to do, my resolve broke and I quickly found myself consuming every one of the lectures he had uploaded. Soon I found that I had nothing to watch and found myself feeling pretty down and just rewatching the series to try and glean more advice from a seasoned writer.
It was during the lecture that Brandon Sanderson talks about plot, and The Hero's Journey when the path I'm on began to form. I would recommend reading about the hero's journey he said, but reading was off the table due to my baby - so instead I found a TV series that featured Joseph Campbell.
Joseph Campbell, while not the original one to propose that all stories follow the same basic structure, was the one who popularized the idea through the book The Hero with a Thousand Faces. The TV series I watched discussed many of the same things that his book covered.
What really caught my interest though was the general discussion. You see, Joseph Campbell postulates that the stories we tell are often linked to the stories we tell ourselves in our sleep, dreams. So in this way all the stories - religious and otherwise - originate from us. Stories are important, the lessons they impart on us even more important, and they all come from within. You can see it throughout many cultures- the same stories told with slightly different twists (I highly recommend the series I mentioned The Power of Myth, all episodes can be found on youtube, to delve more into this and get a better understanding of it) all come from us.
Joseph Campbell, in this series, urged the viewer to view themself in the Thou form, as well as all other humans. Because all of our divine stories come from us, so there is a tiny piece of divinity in each of us; the part of us that carries the dreams and the stories of our society.
He also urged us to look at our life through the lense of the Hero's Journey. We are all somewhere in the journey - whether we are ignoring the call or we are returning from our adventure with our boon - we are somewhere on this journey. This has changed my life.
My stories are important, but so is my story. Viewing myself in the thou - constantly on a journey of self discovery and understanding of new things- has completely changed my life. So here I am, at the beginning of a Journey. A big one, I think, one in which I will not return from for a very long time - one of self discovery.
In preparing for this journey I remember something else Brandon Sanderson has mentioned before in his Stormlight Archives series - Journey before Destination. It's not about the destination, it is about the journey you take to get there.
I want to savor the journey- I've gotten a taste of savoring this sweet sweet journey in the last month. This blog is my way of viewing myself in the Thou. Hopefully, you will see high's and lows here, but I hope to document different journey's that I am on and the lessons that I learn from them here.
I invite you to join me. Yes, there is a huge likelihood that no one will read your story, but I hope that you will join me in viewing yourself in the thou and savoring the journey you are on.
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spookyscribe · 1 year
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Furthermore, we have not even to risk the adventure alone; for the heroes of all time have gone before us; the labyrinth is thoroughly known; we have only to follow the thread of the hero-path. And where we had thought to find an abomination, we shall find a god; where we had thought to slay another, we shall slay ourselves; where we had thought to travel outward, we shall come to the center of our own existence; where we had thought to be alone, we shall be with all the world."
The Monomyth, The Hero With A Thousand Faces, Joseph Campbell
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unabbozzo · 1 year
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THE HERO WITH A THOUSAND FACES by Joseph Campbell
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“Instead of clearing his own heart the zealot tries to clear the world.” - Joseph Campbell, The Hero With 1,000 Faces
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haunting-jane · 28 days
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oh how I love not reading a full book, just getting what I need from a specific chapter and then moving on. I'm sorry campbell I now you must have something very cool to say about myth and society but I ain't reading allat!!!! just taking this slice of your theory and leaving🥰🥰🥰and then if it turns out I needed the whole book and not just one chapter???🥰🥰🥰well that's a problem for future me🥰🥰🥰rn I'm really not reading allat
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mynzah · 2 months
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Oneness...Humanity...God...
We are all reflexes of the image of the Bodhisattva. The sufferer within us is that divine being. We and that protecting father are one. This is the redeeming insight. That protecting father is every one we meet. And so it must be known that, though this ignorant, limited, self-defending, suffering body may regard itself as threatened by some other–the enemy–that one too is the God… ~ Joseph…
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