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It was as simple as that—they met. As simple as only beautiful things can be simple, as only life-changing things, turning-point things, can be simple.

– Cornell Woolrich, from “For the Rest of Her Life,” Angels of Darkness: Tales of Women and Terror (The Mysterious Press, 1978)

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“Resist the temptation to think what afflicts you is peculiar to you. Have faith that what is in your consciousness can be communicated to the consciousness of all. And is, in many cases, already there.”

— Alice Walker, The Temple of My Familiar

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unironically when i’m sick i just chant this shit in my head until it’s over

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From The Upajjhatthana Sutta ("Subjects for Contemplation"). I was unable to determine whose translation this is. It differs quite a bit from the scriptural versions I am used to seeing and I like it!

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Jung's archetypes are a mirror that shows who and what we are (Hugh McGovern, Psyche, July 17 2026)

"There are well-documented commonalities in people’s experiences under psychedelics, which sometimes reflect the patterns Jung noted: heroes’ journeys, encounters with mystical beings, psychological transformations.

The reason these patterns keep appearing has everything to do with the development of the prediction machine in your head.

Consider how your brain has been intricately sculpted by millions of years of human evolution.

The experiences and imperatives of our many ancestors – avoiding predators, coming-of-age rituals, finding and attaching with a caregiver – are shared across cultures and generations.

Over evolutionary time, such pressures necessarily sculpted our brains and nervous systems to optimally engage with the challenges and regularities we experienced.

As a result of this aeonic sculpting process, our experiences have been organised around particular themes or templates.

Such templates can be thought of as the brain’s grammar for experience. They shape how our species has perceived and responded to the world.

The acquisition of language is a useful analogy. No child is born speaking their native tongue.

Although the capacity to acquire language may be universal, the form of language that a child eventually speaks rests on culture and environment.

It’s the same with archetypes: we have an initial bias toward recognising certain kinds of figures, such as a caregiver, a threatening presence, or a wise elder, but the specific imagery associated with these templates relies upon one’s culture and memories.

The great mother archetype may appear as the Virgin Mary in Western Christian culture, and as Guanyin in Chinese Buddhism and Taoism. (…)

We propose that archetypes exist at three distinct levels of the brain, each corresponding to a different aspect of the archetypal experience.

At the deepest level are not images or stories, but the brain’s bare affective templates, rooted in evolutionarily ancient subcortical structures.

At this level, ‘archetypes’ are simply the raw felt sense that something is significant: a threat, a protector, a guide.

At the level above this, in the sensory cortex, these affective charges acquire form, becoming a face or a figure, perhaps.

These are archetypal images, the visual manifestations often reported under psychedelics.

Finally, at the highest level, in regions like the default mode network, these images are woven into narratives: the hero’s journey, the crisis that leads to transformation, the quest for the missing parent.

Psychedelics are uniquely powerful here because they collapse the usual top-down constraints on this hierarchy, allowing the three levels to communicate more freely than they ordinarily would.

This is where our account of archetypes departs from Jung’s.

In our research, these templates are not mystical. Instead, they are sculpted by the evolutionary pressures that have shaped our species’ neural processing and architecture."

#hmmm fascinating

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Foxgloves ❀

by Kelly Louise Judd

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“Then I admired myself. What’s more, I felt tenderness about my personality and my choices for delight.”

— Little Weirds, by Jenny Slate

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For me it was important to be alone; solitude was a prerequisite to being openly and joyfully susceptible and responsive to the world of leaves, light, birdsong, flowers, flowing water.

Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays

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Jonas Mekas, As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty

I have a cold in the summer and am a bit feverish >:(

I am taking a sick day. I am willing this away with every bit of me that is cognizant.

I have THINGS to do. A lunch with my best friend tomorrow (i miss her dearly) and a camping trip, followed by a cabin stay in Quebec! I will recover today. I insist upon this.

Is it too late to eat a clove of garlic???

#personal #sick #cold in the summer #damnit

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Moving in under the redwood trees 🌲🌲🌲 couldn’t be happier!!

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The world is violent and mercurial — it will have its way with you. We are saved only by love — love for each other and the love that we pour into the art we feel compelled to share: being a parent; being a writer; being a painter; being a friend. We live in a perpetually burning building, and what we must save from it, all the time, is love.

Tennessee Williams