I've been inside a fairy tale called
The Golden Key for about a week now. It's the subject of the last essay of my BA. Appropriate, I think.
I have found my golden key. I'm not sure I've fully uncovered the iron chest though. In alchemy, iron is associated with Mars - instinctual affect, drives, aggressiveness. But the casket is a distinctly feminine image, containing, womb-like. I understand the iron chest as the cthonic body, the body as a voice of the innermost, a voice of the unconscious. I know it's there, somewhere. I know because I found the key.