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"There is no coming to consciousness without pain. People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own Soul. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious." —Carl Jung (Song: Destiny - "Scenic Road")

fanopeia

Naturally, the intensification of intuition often results in an extraordinary aloofness of the individual from tangible reality; he may even become a complete enigma to his immediate circle.

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astro-magia

Sólo se volverá clara tu visión cuando puedas mirar en tu propio corazón. Porque quien mira hacia afuera sueña, y quien mira hacia dentro despierta.

Carl Jung (via astro-magia)

aryanspirit

“The love (A-Mor) of Lucifer and Lilith (A = without; Mor = death; Without Death) allows for the willful recovery of the Totality of Opposites, Opposite Poles, become possible inside each of them; Lilith united to her masculine animus, and Lucifer to his feminine anima, to use Jung’s terminology. Each is wed to his and her own Selbst, thus allowing the real Son of Man and Woman to be born (“delivered” by the Man), the Astral Body, subtle body, androgynous, Shiva Ardhanasisvara.” - Miguel Serrano, Son of the Widower

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cobotis

The unconscious is not just evil by nature, it is also the source of the highest good: not only dark but also light, not only bestial, semihuman, and demonic but superhuman, spiritual, and, in the classical sense of the word, “divine.”

Carl Jung (via cobotis)

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Jordan B. Peterson as “The Wise Grandfather” by Australian artist FogDog.

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Hades and Persephone

Hades strains up to the surface

Demeter’s garden, where she first spots her

The virgin of eternal spring

Persephone, Demeter’s daughter

A crack beneath her feet did open

And she fell, screaming

Into Hades’s arms, warm and familiar

She looked at her, doe eyes gleaming

In the Underworld, they fell in love

And soon the two did wed

Hades creates a perfect garden

And it becomes their marriage bed

Persephone eats the fruit willingly

Solidifies her stay

Above, Demeter weeps and rages

Dead do human crops lay

Demanding justice from Mother Zeus

She begs for Persephone’s return

Hermes delivers the demand

And Hades’s heart fills with concern

Before Zeus came those two lovers

On the other side, Demeter

How her heart broke when she realized

Persephone did not want to see her

“She’s too protective!” cried Persephone

Demeter argues “She’s too naive!”

Hades wisely keeps her mouth shut

As mother and daughter did seethe

“She ate the fruit of Underworld,” says Zeus

Demeter collapsed and began to bawl

Zeus pounded a fist on her throne-arm

“Listen, for my word is law.

Persephone ate six rich fruits

For six months, with Hades, she shall stay.

The other six, I so decree

She must go her mother’s way.”

Persephone began to weep

And Hades held her near

“Six months is but a blink, my love

Do not fret, and do not fear.”

Zeus commanded them away

They still had months to love each other

To the underworld the girls returned

To the winds went Persephone’s mother

Hades was right; it was a blink

That six months did go by

Demeter came to take her daughter

Once she was gone, did Hades cry

And this why we have our seasons

Summer, winter, fall and spring

How should such suffering be born of this story

Of Hades and Persephone’s beautiful thing?

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spockvarietyhour

HOW DID YOU FIND MY CRYING SHED

itswalky

Been looking at this for a while, and something about it seemed off. Something else is going on here, behind the scenes. And it hit me.

Look at where the floor is. Her legs, in order to reach it, must be Liefeldian in length! And then the obvious solution presented itself.

She’s standing on a dog!

No wonder this man is in here crying. She is a monster.

wackd-archive

Far be it from me to argue with someone with nineteen years and counting of artistic experience, but that is exactly what I’m going to do, right now! Watch me!

Yes, examination of that background and the marks on the floor of the shed lead me to the conclusion that there’s a great big hill of sand for her to be standing on. Thus obviously the reason he’s crying is that he’s just finished sweeping and now she’s letting all the sand in. As someone who spent many years at a summer camp with a sandy bank by the lake, and who was often made to sweep his own bunk, I can assure you that this is an unforgivable offense. Sand is the worst and there is always more of it.

itswalky

I will give you that there definitely appears to be sand. However, it’s a clearly not a solid fixture of sand which would support the weight of an adult human woman.

Unless…