"Hearken not unto the words of the prophets that prophesy unto you: they make you vain: they speak a vision of their own heart, and not out of the mouth of the Lord." (Jeremiah 23: 16) propheta, qui habet somnium, narret somnium et qui habet sermonem meum, loquatur sermonem meum vere: quid paleis ad triticum? dicit dominus. usquequo istud est in corde prophetarum vaticinantium mendacium et prophetantium seductionem cordis sui? qui volunt facere ut obliviscatur populus meus nominis mei propter somnia eorum, quae narrant unusquisque ad proximum suum: sicut obliti sunt patres eorum nominis mei propter Baal. audivi quae dixerunt prophetae prophetantes in nomine meo mendacium, atque dicentes: somniavi, somniavi. Nolite audire verba prophetarum, qui prophetant vobis et decipiunt vos visionem cordis sui loquuntur, non de ore Domini. These explorations included some psychedelic drawings of mythical characters of his dreams and waking fantasies - explorations that Jung feared would make people think him mad. Thirty years later, Jung had a bookbinder make an enormous volume covered in red leather into which he poured his explorations into himself. And then I thought, 'But what have I been before?' And then I found that I had been in a mist, not knowing to differentiate myself from things I was just one thing among many things." "On my way to school," Jung recalled in 1959, "I stepped out of a mist and I knew I am. Far from a simple narrative, the Red Book is Jung's voyage of discovery into his deepest self. What follows is 16 years of the psychoanalyst's dive into the unconscious mind, a challenge to what he considered Sigmund Frued's - his former mentor's - isolated world view.
Then entropy kicks in.The first words of Carl Gustav Jung's Red Book are "The way of what is to come." Then the cycle recycles until all winds down and dissipates. These ideas then become trends that are as strong as any legislation. Then the Ego eats those ideologies and feeds them also to its progeny. The real question is: Why does evil live? More importantly, what does it live on? What feeds it?Įvil is unique in its ability to eat souls and shit out ideologies. But toxic Love? That's a snake that strokes your thigh while biting your neck.ĪNSWER: That's the wrong question to ask.
It walks up to you and punches you in the face. Sometimes, even Love can be worse than Hate. The cowardice of our own refusal to fight will be seen as the machinations of our supposed enemies, and even our Love will become a forbidden fruit. Until we face and forgive the foul beast that lurks within us, we'll forever be at the mercy of the hallucinations wrought by the fever within our souls. This is a drama and myth that must play out on the stage of one's psyche, and the ordeal consciously and willingly assumed, before we can ever hope to heal that abscessed wound called Humanity. Thus ennobled, and armed with true compassion, the Nazarene found the strength of spirit to endure the Cross, drink the vinegar, and even forgive the maleficence of his accusers such that the phrase, "Father, fogive them! For they know not what they do". This Dark Night of the Soul, consciously traversed, fortified Jesus's Will enough to drag his feet through the swamp of the Abyss with only his burning heart for a lantern. He couldn't go through with this operation unless he first became willing to adopt all the sins (shadow) of the World. In the story of Jesus of Nazareth, the Nazarene didn't become Christ until he died as Jesus. By far the most enlightening irony that's ever pierced the thick wall of stupidity that is my brain, has been the realization that this internal schism between Character and Conscience can be ameliorated by clothing oneself in the horrors of all that one fears and loathes. I'd rather be destitute in this world, and rebuked and reviled by everyone around me, than to be at war within my own soul and conscience. Personally, I'm not necessarily "courageous", I'm just scared of the right things. For me, it's never been about having enough courage to perform this operation. Most people are unable or unwilling to do this. True spiritual transformation, like the creation of genuine Art, Music, Dance, or Poetry, requires a deep and conscious confrontation with the monster within you.Ĭan you enter into an honest and creative dialogue with the diabolic region of your soul? Are you willing to reach your hand into the black hood of the cloaked Devil within you, put your hand on the skull of his face, and caress it? "The shadow of a man extends all the way down to hell." -Carl Jung
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