Reflectiveness – the wings of imagination and light

The wings of the caduceus in its earliest incarnation were probably the feathers added to the staff handed to a conquering General, during the Roman epoch. When defeated armies sued for peace, the intermediary carried a staff with feathers or ribbons adorning it. This was handed to the winning side. At around the same time, the staff with Aesculapius’ snakes wrapped around it,  appeared with wings in the emblematic staff of both Hermes and Mercury–wings appeared on ankles and hats! They turned up in narratives such as Daedalus constructing wings for his father Icarus who fell to his death when he flew too near to the sun (prelude to prometheus’ journey). Eagles appeared as winged beasts and ate the liver of Prometheus, whilst chained to a rock. Wild beasts were given feathers to aid in flight or size, as in greek versions of the Sphinx and other undifferentiated animal-beasts such as the griffin. Pegasus–the offspring of a similar undifferentiated creature, Medusa (snakes as hair)–was given wings to aid in movement and the ability to fly great distances, over uncharted territory.


Wings signify movement; they hint of moving from an earth bound territory to a avian niche. They allude to movement so small, and persistent, zipping past our eyes, unseen except out of the corners of our eyes. They infer taking flight in our imagination and flying into unknown territory, where only the limitations of our mind inhibit what we create. They tell us of the muse who flies upwards as intermediary between gods and man.

The wings of the Caduceus reminds us of our earth bound life and our wish to transcend its limitations. We human’s can thus mimic what our mythic heroes tell or show us: we can place wings on our ankles and fly, like Hermes down to the underworld, into our subconscious, the pit, our shadows and death and primitive memories. We can place wings metaphorically on our feelings and fly into gentle lands, of beautiful scenery, flowing brooks, peaceful, serene, where all is wonderful and these flights of fancy remind us of the faerie lands where senses are dulled or sharpened, colored and bewitched. Likewise, as Pegasus we can add wings to our backs and fly, belabored, habitual into our minds and take flight; over hill and dale, gurgling rivers and foreign lands, only to land on pleasant earth and find that we have viewed the known, simply from a different height. We can add wings to our clever cap and fly as a muse, Mercury bound, and with quicksilver minds etch the future with profound ideas, soft oracles from the mouth of one who knows, or like dear Icarus borrow the imagination of man and fly too close to the sun, and fall to our death.

It is hard for most of us to soar, unfettered, to the heavens as the eagle gliding through the thermals. The metaphor of the eagle, so much used in native traditions, especially in the USA, reminds us of a place within each of us, whereby we can see from afar, soar and be free, without strictures, or have our eyes fixed on the kill or target. It is our mental acuity, sharpness of vision, mental freedom and capacity to hold onto things and not let go.

Our word reflectiveness is an attempt to infer both reflexive thought (that which has turned back on itself), and the ability to mirror, to see from afar, to observe, to see both close up and from afar, and to place oneself outside of a situation and see from the third person. In spiritual terms it alludes to an inner process when the mind is illumined from above–as if some light illumines the mind–both subject and object.

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