The Seventh Labor – The Cretan Bull (revised version, spring
seventh labor was to subdue a deranged bull that was devastating the island of
Crete, and it was a relatively simple matter for him to overpower it and drive
it back to the king. But Hercules came late to the story, with the primary
spiritual lesson occurring before his arrival. The meaning of the labor hinges
on why the bull went mad in the first place.
tale begins with King Minos of Crete praying to the sea-god Poseidon for a
special bull to sacrifice to Zeus, the highest of the Olympian gods. Poseidon
acceded and sent him a bull from his watery realm, but when it emerged from the
ocean it was so beautiful that Minos coveted it and couldn’t bring himself to
kill it. Instead he substituted an ordinary bull from his own herd for the
sacrifice, assuming no one would notice. Of course, the gods can instantly tell
the difference between a sacred object and a profane one. In revenge for the
deception Poseidon made the glorious Cretan Bull go mad, and it wreaked havoc
all over the island. Eventually Hercules was called in to bring it back under
story is deceptively simple and even appears rather trivial, unless we
contemplatively dig into it. In the wisdom context, if we treat sacrifice not
as the slaughtering of an animal to propitiate a deity but as freely chosen,
non-obligatory activity, the myth can teach us something really valuable.
Sacrifice understood in this way is heroic in itself: not a prescribed outer
action but an inner attitude of personal integrity that is rarely found in
socialized human beings.
myths and fables, we ourselves are what is meant by the protagonist king or
queen, prince or princess, charged with administering the nation of our life,
or else with expectations of eventually being able to do so when we come of
age. Mythical monsters are always said to be devastating the countryside or
ravaging the king’s domain. In the language of the unconscious the meaning is
clear: when you give in to your “demonic” or disharmonized tendencies, it ruins
your life, at least until you get it under control. Myths often imply that
after the beast is killed or otherwise disposed of, the “countryside” once
again becomes a lush and fertile Garden of Eden, letting us know that the
outcome is in our own hands.
many of us, King Minos was initially inspired by a divine or wholesome vision,
but instead of acting honestly in harmony with the vision—allowing it to be
processed through him to benefit something greater than himself—he cheapened
and degraded it. In so doing the visionary impulse changed from one of
transcendent beauty to a selfish one brimming with insanity and violence.
Watering down our aspirations doesn’t always have such a devastating impact,
but the myth wants to highlight the destructive possibilities so we take it
seriously. Most often it merely opens the door to mediocrity, but this is no
we are granted a pure vision or blessing from the depths of our soul, it is so
captivating that we want to cherish and hold onto it. Paradoxically however,
the more we try to possess it, the more it eludes us, slips out of our grasp,
symbolized here by the bull going wild and turning destructive.
spiritual seekers aim for pure action as the expression of our dharma and the
means to liberation. All too often, however, our actions are premeditated, and
thus are vitiated by our prejudices and selfish interests. We are busy plotting
and scheming, and our machinations dilute the purity of our original impulse,
so much so that we may find our life in ruins or even go mad.
to say, there is all the difference in the world between a generous,
spiritually motivated impulse and a selfish one. And like Minos, we can easily
convince ourselves that our selfish urges are really just fine, perfectly
spiritual, and there won’t be any negative repercussions if we keep them
secret. No one will even notice, will they?
pictographic language of the seventh Labor tells us a perennial psychological
truth: humans are often deceptive, spinning a false tale that sounds convincing
instead of being completely honest. And it isn’t always easy to tell the
difference between truth and fiction. While liars can fool many people most of
the time, the universe is never fooled. Nature responds exactly to what we do,
not to what we say or wish for. Therefore we should honor our promises, and
only promise what we are willing to live up to. It takes a special kind of
strength to be utterly straightforward, to be true to our word.
psychology has detected a “narrative feature” supposedly hardwired in the
brain, whose function is to make a plausible story out of whatever haphazard
elements are present. Veracity is not for the most part very important. A
logical explanation is all that’s needed, and it is not particularly wedded to
truth. It busies itself fitting the facts to the convenience of the person
weaving the excuse. In other words, it’s a guileless liar, and humans tend to
take its wild surmises at face value. Therefore, while we often promise to
deliver a “pure bull,” we end up delivering bullshit instead. For some, manure
delivery becomes a full time occupation. This is not a recipe for a happy life,
only one based on expedience, whose fruit is unhappiness.
we have here in the seventh Labor is a depiction of the gap—a yawning chasm,
really—between ideals and actualities. We begin our programs with noble
conceptions, but when we try to make them manifest, we wind up constructing a
feeble replica of the original vision. Selfish interests and material
practicalities convert the optimistic aspirations of our life into something
ordinary and even abased. But we cling to the original vision even when what we
hold is a tattered simulation of it. Possibly we can fool our fellow fools, but
Nature—the flow itself—is never fooled. And because Nature is perfectly
reciprocal, bad karma rebounds on us in the exact measure of our fraudulent
know lots of people who have big ideas for how they want to live their lives,
but when it comes right down to it they just sit and stew about what they are
going to do some time later. They are trapped by the gap, unable to actualize
their ideals. Their vision doesn’t motivate them enough to get their ass in
gear, so they come up with some bull instead. We say they “talk a good game,”
meaning they don’t play worth a damn but they can tell you in no uncertain
terms how it should be done.
one of those gaps holds me in thrall I feel almost physically bound, like I am
in the clutches of some subterranean monster whose tentacles encircle my body.
I have to consciously tear myself away with a mighty effort to get started. But
I have found that once the task is truly begun, the energy input required grows
rapidly less. Like a hybrid gas-electric car, the forward momentum recharges
the battery to make it nearly self-perpetuating.
wonder, too, if having ideals that are too lofty doesn’t paralyze us sometimes.
The loftier they are, the harder it is to forge a link between the present and
our vision of the future. We shouldn’t sell ourselves short, but we shouldn’t
reach for the moon either, unless we are riding a rocket. Regardless of the
course we choose, though, we have to determine our first step before we can
anticipate the last, yet the very act of making a determination invites the
bait-and-switch of an ordinary beast out of our stock supply that can
masquerade as a divine gift.
fact that King Minos prayed for a special bull to be given to him to perform
the sacrifice tells us that what we hope and pray for is often unrealistic, and
this can be damaging when it sets expectations at a level that we are unable to
live up to. Like that, prayers often express our hopes of being lifted out of
our present state to a better one, but a forthright assessment and acceptance
of who we are would actually make us more whole. Minos should have offered a
bull from his own flock from the start, meaning something real, not something
hypothetical. A regular sacrifice would be just fine, so long as he didn’t try
to pass it off as anything other than what it is. “Ordinary” is spectacular, in
its own way.
what are we to do about this paradoxical dilemma? How do we conquer the
rampaging beast unleashed by our own inability to examine ourselves honestly
and accept who we are? We are fortunate that life gives us many opportunities
to improve our personal “product” and make it into something really beautiful.
Doing so requires us to be humble about our stature and diligently strive to
improve ourselves. We have to avoid being either unduly proud or unduly daunted
by the difficulties we encounter. In social environments where we are ridiculed
for not living up to other people’s ideals—even if they themselves fall just as
short of them as we do—it is easy to develop a self-deprecating, defeatist
attitude. That will block a clear self-assessment as thoroughly as an inflated
ego does. So there is definitely an aura of heroism involved with holding fast
to honest ideals in a make-believe world.
ideal of the silent recluse is based in part on the belief that if you don’t
speak, then you won’t suffer any conflict between what you say and what you do.
Unfortunately, the disconnect between ideals and actualities can take place
solely in the mind; in fact that is where it does take place, regardless of any
outward posturing. We fool ourselves before we ever try to fool the world. The
expertise aspired to by a yogi is to bring deeds (karma) in line with thoughts
(jnana). When we live with a mismatch between thoughts and deeds, it is corrosive
to our well being. If the gap is very pronounced, the person is described as
“living a lie,” which leads to many unhappy consequences. So the silence must
be an outgrowth of expert living, and not a technique for attaining it. It must
be dynamic rather than suppressive.
moralistic exhortation to always be honest is aimed at the same goal of inner
harmony. This has been over-simplified to mean always telling the truth, which
is a far different matter, truth being a very mysterious quality. In The Adventures
of Huckleberry Finn, Mark
Twain demonstrates for all eternity that lying and telling the truth are
tangential to the goal of honesty. In that magnificent book, the effects of
lying are shown to range from the worst degradations to the highest nobility,
and the truths told have a similar range of impacts. So factual truth telling
is not the issue here, though it plays a part. The point is harmony between
karma and jnana, actions and intelligence. Honesty is the measure of how
closely the two sides match.
is not a dilemma where you can just say okay, I’ll be honest with myself; it
has to be wrestled with for a very long time. When he finally arrives in Crete,
Hercules has to literally take the bull by the horns and ride it across the
wide ocean in order to bring it home. Even then, Eurystheus doesn’t want it and
lets it go again, to wreak yet more havoc. It is finally killed only much later
by another hero, Theseus. Matching words and deeds is a lifetime project. When
my guru, Nitya, used to say there is no holiday in spiritual life, this is one
of the main things he was referring to.
up?] Where does this tragic tendency to dissemble come from? Early in life we
lose faith in our own integrity. Most of us as kids learned to say what we
thought the authorities wanted to hear while relinquishing our inner sense of
truth and justice. Very often we were rewarded for abandoning our integrity. It
takes bravery, strength and persistence to rectify this deeply lodged schism.
Bruno Bettelheim, in The Uses of
Enchantment, (Vintage, 1977), explains this very well in terms of our early
If a child is told only stories
“true to reality” (which means false to important parts of his inner reality),
then he may conclude that much of his inner reality is unacceptable to his
parents. Many a child thus estranges himself from his inner life, and this
depletes him. As a consequence he may later, as an adolescent no longer under
the emotional sway of his parents, come to hate the rational world and escape
entirely into a fantasy world, as if to make up for what was lost in childhood.
At an older age, on occasion this could imply a severe break with reality, with
all the dangerous consequences for the individual and society. Or, less
seriously, the person may continue this encapsulation of his inner self all
through his life and never feel fully satisfied in the world because, alienated
from the unconscious processes, he cannot use them to enrich his life in
reality…. With such separation, whatever happens in reality fails to offer
appropriate satisfaction of unconscious needs. The result is that the person
always feels life to be incomplete. (65)
how do we apply the insight of the seventh Labor to our everyday life? Let’s
take friendship as an example. Many relationships begin with great love and
self sacrifice in favor of the beloved or admired other. After a while, though,
self-interest reasserts itself. In place of the naked soul that our love
tempted us to reveal, we erect a plausible persona out of our “breeding stock”
of familiar characters and hold it up to view. The beloved reciprocates
accordingly, offering a persona in place of a soul, and soon the pure love
begins to be parodied in a charade that becomes ever more tedious to maintain.
The harder we have to work to meet the expectations we have loaded onto the
friendship, the more likely it is to engender anger and resentment. Fighting
may break out. Before long we begin to look for an escape route. Only an
attitude that is brave enough to be honest about itself can arrest the downward
example is feeding the poor, as enjoined by many religions. The pure
sacrificial act would be to meet a hungry person and give them food out of
unalloyed compassion, but the reality is that people often have to be coaxed
into doing it, because it doesn’t appear to have any benefit for them.
Incentives range from immediate social approval to future admission to heaven.
But if we are motivated by self-interest rather than simple compassion, our ego
will block any initial altruistic impulse and lobby instead for its own needs.
Soon pride creeps in, and so the game has to be maintained by strenuous effort,
often including prevarication. This is precisely what is meant by the image of
the king substituting an ordinary bull for the special one bequeathed by the
gods. Of course mayhem will ensue: only a pure act engenders no negative
consequences. Our ordinary, selfish acts are disruptive on many fronts,
commensurate with the degree and kind of deception perpetrated when passing
them off as noble gestures.
working in a soup kitchen or not making friends doesn’t exempt us from this
universal malaise that must be consciously overcome—whence the need for
Herculean efforts. Lobbyists and politicians, and all propagandists and
advertisers in general, are masters at dressing up their selfish interests in
an appealing and persuasive package so they can be palmed off on the
unsuspecting. Although most people are easily bamboozled, Zeus—the Greek
Absolute and template for the Latin Deus—is not. For the most part, humans
believe what they are told and strive to make the best of it, but the Absolute
reflects things as they truly are. Therefore Zeus cannot be deceived, and the
falsity rebounds onto the one who perpetrated the deception, ravaging all his
perfect example has recently come to my attention, in a New Yorker article by Jane Meyer (Aug, 30, 2010), about two
brothers who together have the third greatest pile of wealth in the US, and who
are financing an entire political movement to destroy environmental regulations
and worker rights so they can amass even more money. One of the supposed “grass
roots” movements one brother has started to further these ends was touted in an
ad as “a populist uprising against vested corporate power.” Meyer quotes the ad
“Today, the voices of average Americans are being drowned out by lobbyists and
special interests, but you can do something about it.” The President’s senior
advisor then adds, “What they don’t say is that, in part, this is a grassroots
citizens’ movement brought to you by a bunch of oil billionaires.” While a lot
of people have bought into the sales pitch, the environment continues to be
trashed irrespective of anyone’s opinion to the contrary. This particular
grassroots movement is really a movement to rip up the populist grass by the
roots and throw it on the burn pile.
The Ecology of Fear, by Mike Davis,
(New York: Henry Holt, 1998) dealing with the slow-motion disaster of Los
Angeles, California, attributes much of that city’s demise to the false image
which has always trumped its actual circumstances. This fascinating book
examines in detail how for more than a century city officials have advertised
an idyllic image of paradise and taken pains to cover up everything that didn’t
accord with the image. This led them to fail to address critical problems,
which naturally became worse and worse, producing an avalanche of devastation
throughout the city, which is rapidly sliding into financial and structural
ruin. As of old, the Cretan Bull of false promises is freely trashing the
entire domain, while the king and his court busy themselves with proclaiming
every point in the demise of Los Angeles the city fathers were free to act, and
like Minos they chose to deceive and make inordinate profits. Where their
“sacrifice” should have been for the overall good, they played instead for
selfish ends. The result is widespread disaster, almost exactly like a monster
run amok, out of control. Davis chronicles the sad decline of a once-great
city, as the culture of deception desperately holds on to its illusions.
Los Angeles basin up until the twentieth century was perhaps as close as the
Earth ever came to perfection, resembling the divine bull given to Minos by
Poseidon. But greed has pounded away at it until little remains but a bankrupt
pattern is a microcosm of Western (and World?) civilization as a whole, where
ever-receding frontiers beckon to crowds seeking to escape the misery that
selfishness and greed never fail to let loose. The problem is that we have run
out of frontiers, and are coming up hard against the consequences of our
species-wide folly. It looks like this time there is no great Hero who can save
us, though many sustain desperate hopes in their favorite mythical character.
Will it be Jesus, or Hitler? I’m afraid it is going to fall to those of us who
are not taken in by false hopes to be heroic in whatever way we are able.
humble seventh Labor thus proves itself to be a crucial lesson in sane living,
with implications that go to the heart of our economy, our social stability,
our well-being: even the survival of the very planet on which we live. It’s a
sad testimony that even those who boast a knowledge of history have for the
most part forgotten the absolutely essential messages bequeathed us by our
ancient progenitors; knowledge that we ignore at our peril.