The Bacchae follow the handsome God with gay abandon, forgetting home, hearth and all the restrictions that society has burdened them with. They dance, they sing and they love freely. They frolic with flowers in their head, eat wild berries, drink wine and suckle wild beasts at their breast. Freed of the expectations of society, they awaken to their own fierce power. They cause sparkling water and wine to burst forth from rocks. They are abundance, life and love set free.
‘Beautiful!’ you say, but woe be to the man who tries to capture or in any way come in the way of these free creatures. In an instant, the Bacche will tear the intruder into shreds with the very same hands, that a minute ago had fondled a fawn.
Not surprisingly, the Bacchae are often (though not always) women, who have been ‘proper’ all their lives. These may be women, who have for long denied the power of Dionysus that resides in them and worked hard to bury it deep in the dark dungeons of their unconscious mind. It is often in these prim and proper ladies, that the unacknowledged and shamed God bursts forth in all his untamed glory and sweeps them away into the forest, away from society and civilization, where they abandon themselves to their raging and stifled wholeness, destroying anything and anyone that comes in the way of their long denied wholeness and power.