Duality Doll and The Incredible Hulk-A Modern Day Myth of Love

Today we shall share a modern-day fairytale though the love story of Duality Doll and The Incredible Hulk. As with most great myths, this lies somewhere between fact and fiction.

Duality Doll and The Incredible Hulk make their home in a lovely valley in New Mexico. Their intimate bond was first observed by a plucky and adventuresome photographer as she was being initiated by the Earth Spirits of these enchanted lands. During this enlightening process the photographer wrestled with her own issues of judgment and dissociating from the earth through witnessing the discarded debris on the land. This daring artistic messenger was called to see the beauty and tragedy of our shared isolation from ourselves, and the earth; recognizing our responsibility in the unconscious use of natural resources. Throughout the process she was able to find resonance and holiness within the relationships and juxtapositions, patinas and patterns in these sand covered vignettes. The one thing that stood out strongest to the photographer was the children’s toys.  She took many images of these once cherished playmates, now abandoned and neglected. During these initiations was when the photographer was introduced to the potent bond of Duality Doll and The Incredible Hulk.

Duality Doll and her beloved, The Incredible Hulk, have endured a long and complex romantic tale. They are the legacy of a culture that turned away from their sustaining relationships to the sacredness of the earth, becoming a haunted and lost civilization.

To understand where they are now, we must go back to one of the pivotal moments when humanity lost its way. During the Medieval era, when the ruling elite established the feudal system, people became property. This inhumane practice caused a deep splintering within the sacred bonds of humans and their earth-centered relationships.

The men were torn from their sustaining connection to working the land. They were required to go to war, breaking their innate connection to the tending {tenderness} within their lives. The women were left to carry the entire weight of the homestead, no longer part of a supportive web of seasons and cycles within a vital community. The women also began to pursue the soulful partners they had lost. Instead of being the receiving shrines they were naturally created to be, the women began clutching and yearning for their men who were no longer available in the gentle protective ways they had once been. Both the men and the women lost the natural balance of giving and receiving, containing and expanding that was a nourishing balance for both.

Fast forward to our courageous characters today, and their contemporary predicament. Duality Doll learned she was not naturally valuable when she became a commodity, expected to be an over-accommodating pleaser. The Hulk lost his innate sense of duty and dignity when it was taken from him through oppression and force. They both lost their natural rhythms to each other when they no longer navigated from their intuitive internal compasses. They had lost their sense of grounded power and integration through the cultural structures of injustice, inequality and greed.

They lay together, eyes searching for the vision of the Beloved. His sacred amber chamber was shattered; he became the exaggeration of the once sacred warrior. Either aggressive or distant when faced with the heartbreak of the lost intimacy to himself and others. He is the green man on steroids, the awesome destructive force of nature, either out-of-control or vacant.

Duality Doll is living between her shadow and light. Half of her face is her deep feminine wisdom, and the other half is her expectation that she must please all others before herself. That she must deny her wholeness to soothe and satisfy everyone else’s needs. She does not know her true direction; her legs are splayed as she tries to live the life everyone else wants of her. She is the handless maiden, her tools of giving and receiving severed at the wrists. She can no longer authentically tend to herself or others, she is weak, defenseless and fragile.

And, even within this state, they are both true, and strong, and innocent, and real.  And they are there for each other. They spend their days in the snow and sun, washed over by the rains and sands, committed to being connected and learning to meet one another, again. They have all the tools they need surrounding them: her rusty sacred cauldron; a nourishing baby bottle; white paint to cleanse; the sacred plants and elements; and each other. Their eyes are open, and their body language says, “we are here for each other, lets figure this out together.”

Her arm socket is awaiting the flame to arise from the re-illumination of her Sacred Inner Temple. His darkening is the return to the fecundity of the earthy loving green man. Her torn holy robes, connecting them as a sign of their true divinity.  Their community of fellow rubble is reclaiming the temple of their civilization after the apocalypse. They are taking the abandonment and wreckage and reconstructing it into a unified and sustainable vision of utopia. And it all starts with this devotion and commitment to holding each other’s wholeness, beauty and shadow. Let us all emerge into a renewed world of sacred illumination through our beloved Earth Mother, our original container.

  15 comments for “Duality Doll and The Incredible Hulk-A Modern Day Myth of Love

  1. mwsteele
    February 27, 2010 at 5:14 am

    🙂 🙂


  2. mwsteele
    February 27, 2010 at 5:13 am



  3. mwsteele
    February 27, 2010 at 5:13 am

    I honestly write all of these missives to myself. it all one big pep talk to me that you all may get in on. how can we really really know anything else but our own journey? we can have compassion,applying others wisdom to our own, but I myself, being a messenger word smythe need to translate it through these mutually agreed upon pictograprhs and glyphs to help me walk my path.


  4. Brent
    February 26, 2010 at 10:22 pm

    How much of yourself do you recognize in this piece. I get a strong sense of discovery and healing for many of us. This is our time.


  5. Lindsay
    February 26, 2010 at 7:57 pm

    This was so much fun to read!


  6. MK Barr
    February 26, 2010 at 7:08 pm

    How did you make such a serious subject so fun to read?!!! This is awesome Melissa!!!


  7. mwsteele
    February 26, 2010 at 6:37 pm



  8. mwsteele
    February 26, 2010 at 6:37 pm

    cant wait to see yah sister, enjoy NM while I am gone. xoxx


  9. mwsteele
    February 26, 2010 at 6:37 pm

    I am grooving on the tea and breakfast part, it sounds so genteel and british. can i come over??? thanks for the love!


  10. mwsteele
    February 26, 2010 at 6:36 pm

    not become yourself until you grew things….so amazing and so true…..you always were a greenman in your own way. part of what i loved about you, in exile in Everett.


  11. Nathan Nicholas
    February 26, 2010 at 6:00 pm

    Wow, I’ve thought about this stuff, our alienation from our true purpose, our self exile from the “Garden of Eden”so to speak but i’ve never really thought about it in terms of interpersonal relationships.I know That I personally never became “Myself”Until I began to grow things , until you create you truly have nothing to share except time. Loved it will think about it often.


  12. lisa
    February 26, 2010 at 5:51 pm

    Thank you, Melissa for sharing this wonderously, engaging love story! Truly we have forgotten our connections and this was a fun reminder enjoyed over tea and breakfast! Shanti ~


  13. February 26, 2010 at 4:43 pm

    Thank you, Melissa – this is thought provoking and poetic.


  14. BG
    February 25, 2010 at 5:05 am

    Holy Cats, I love this!


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