The unicorn is usually thought of as a mythological creature, but could he actually be a symbol of the Third Eye?
Some will say that the Third Eye is also an organ of mythological history, the eye of Horus perhaps. But it is also a biblical eye: "If thine eye be single thy whole body shall be full of light."
Let's look at the unicorn. The white body of the creature represents the Etheric Body and horn is the organ of Etheric vision, which we call the Third Eye.
The unicorn in mythology can only be tamed by a virgin. Leonardo da Vinci wrote: "The unicorn, through its intemperance and not knowing how to control itself, for the love it bears to fair maidens forgets its ferocity and wildness; and laying aside all fear it will go up to a seated damsel and go to sleep in her lap." The opening of the Third Eye takes purity as well as discipline and control but, once tamed and activated, can change our perception of the world in which we live.
The unicorn is mentioned in the Bible several times, in Job 39:9-12 for example: "Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib? Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee? Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? Or wilt thou leave thy labour to him? Wilt thou believe him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather it to your barn?"
We can interpret the above passage differently if we think of the unicorn as being the Third Eye.
Many see the Third Eye as the pineal gland or a chakra but this isn't strictly the case. In his book The Opening Of The Third Eye Dr, Douglas Baker explains: "The Third Eye is a vortex of energy, both positive and negative, receptive and donative, formed out of the joint interplay of the radiant energies produced through the simultaneous arousal of the thousand petalled lotus, the brow center, and the alta major center."
This post isn't a treatise on the Third Eye, there is lots of information on the Internet already. But just imagine if we could all tame and trust the unicorn ... or even perhaps trust a butterfly.
by G. Eustace Owen
A butterfly rested upon a flower,
Gay was he and light as a flake,
And there he met a caterpillar
Sobbing as though his heart would break;
It hurt the happy butterfly
To see a caterpillar cry.
Said he, 'Whatever is the matter?
And may I help in any way?'
'I've lost my brother,' wept the other,
'He's been unwell for many a day;
Now I discover, sad to tell,
He’s only a dead and empty shell.'
'Unhappy grub, be done with weeping,
Your sickly brother is not dead;
His body’s stronger and no longer
Crawls like a worm, but flies instead.
He dances through the sunny hours
And drinks sweet nectar from the flowers.'
'Away, away deceitful villain,
Go to the winds where you belong.
I won’t be grieving at your leaving,
So take away your lying tongue.
Am I a foolish slug or snail,
To swallow such a fairy tale?'
'I’ll prove my words, you unbeliever,
Now listen well, and look at me.
I am none other than your brother,
Alive and well and fancy free.
Soon you’ll be with me in the skies
Among the flirting butterflies.'
'Ah!' cried the mournful caterpillar,
'Tis clear I must be seeing things.
You’re only a spectre sipping nectar,
Flicking your ornamental wings,
And talking nonsense by the yard.
I will not hear another word.'
The butterfly gave up the struggle.
'I have,' he said, 'no more to say.'
He spread his splendid wings and ascended
Into the air and flew away.
And while he fluttered far and wide,
The caterpillar sat and cried.