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Both poles were toxic in a right to be wrong to project its own lack in expectations for the mirror reflect the perfection in shadow
baby nymph in private island of inner secrets.
,,The Edge...There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. “
year ago
purification of duality of the Prima Materia itself is only reached trough letting go of the self inflicted restrains to our true nature; as duality between the masculine and femine sides inherent to all manifestation; equal, yet opposite; interconnected-multidimensional polarities co-evolve and perfect self-consciousness only revived from projections of your own shadow manifestating as judgements. and ah, in the end, too much of light always will make u blind, and paradoxically, darkness conscious; there always have to be some kind of tension;discomfort;contradiction as nature of change is evil itself, as spirit materializes trough flesh; but flesh is not the spirit; in the heart of the maze you’ll meet a mirror; funny, but the reflection of mirror is inversion
a u s t r a l i j a
healing root chakra is not only about facing your fears, but about learning to express your anger in a healthy way.
usually we become self-defensively agressive towards something we don’t understand.
Think about it twice, in the contex of psyche as nature, which is, infinte.
The Colour of Pomegranates,1968
He was now living in varying degrees of transparency. While not exactly invisible he was at least difficult to see. His presence attracted no special notice, a reflection, a shadow; “Some kinda light trick or a neon advertisment”
chesire cat!
El topo (1970), dir. Alejandro Jodorowsky
goals
Also we have learned that in order to become enlightened we must indentify the personal consciousness with this universal force; then we may consciously participate in it and be moved by it as it moves through us. Wherever there is point of contact between personal consciousness and universal consciousness, there is an extension of personal consciousness. This extension is properly called illumination. As two electric wires brought together will produce a spark at their point of junction, so the meeting of the lesser and greater selves is always accompanied by temporary expansion of lesser self.
—Manly P. Hall, Self-Unfoldment by Disciples of Realization
True mystic does not expect to change his world, but he does demand harmony within his own personality. <...> True realization demands no change in others, but insists upon certain standarts for the self.
—Manly P. Hall, Self-Unfoldment by Disciples of Realization
yet i am
not a virgin
yet i wasnt fertile
the snakeskin
made suffocate
in my own flowers
which caused angels cum
the irreversible sin
the wild
and the beast
the purgatory
the joker
the dancing queen
the raped virgin
hipersterile perfectionism
deadman laughs
in wicked manipulation
of subconscious magic.
the kid did not even knew
what’s inversed in primordial waters,
ancient endless forests.
abbys is a mirror
- soul dancefloor
where all illusions fade away
to the falling rain
what’s still to drift
doesn’t matter
is melting aether
of now
infected wounds
mutated roses.
yet muse, but late to heavenly parties,
opalic, sacred, porcelain heart,
just a curtain from blinding light.
bursting and flaming in hopeless night,
bleeding and blooming in destruction of time,
incepted in separation,
lost tribes.
but I am wind, stardust, and ashes.
The artist's life cannot be otherwise than full of conflicts, for two forces are at war within him; on the one hand, the common human longing for happiness, satisfaction and security in life and on the other, a ruthless passion for creation which may go so far as to override every personal desire... there are hardly any exceptions to the rule that a person must pay dearly for the divine gift of creative fire.
Carl Gustav Jung, Spirit in Man, Art and Literature