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Surprisingly, for the gnostic, the unconscious, along with the body, is the enemy. You don't want any secret messages coming at you from who knows where. No, no, no, you must submit yourself totally to religious authority; otherwise, you won't get to heaven. There's nothing good and valuable inside your personal mind, only in the "collective unconscious," aka religious and social conditioning sacralized (geneticized) falsely into "archetypes" of an "eternal" nature. Kill your mind, kill your body, and get resurrected/enlightened.
This is the philosophy of fascists.
| The Passion of Perpetua, by Marie-Louise von Franz wrote: | "Seek for yourselves one who, holding you by the hand, leads the way [here it would be Pomponius] to the gates of the Gnosis, where the shining light, clear of all darkness, is to be found; where no one is ever drunk, but where all are sober, looking into their hearts towards Him who wishes to be seen. For He cannot be heard, nor read, nor yet is He visible to the eyes, but only to the spirit and the heart. First, however, thou must rend the garment which thou wearest, the web of unconsciousness [to hyphasma tes agnosias], the stronghold of wickedness, the bonds which thou bearest, the dark veil, the living death, the visible corpse, the surrounding grave .... [For this is] the hostile garment, which narrows thee down to thyself, so that thou canst not raise thine eyes above to the beauty of truth ...."
Therefore as the mystic in this initiation receives, on the one hand, the glorified celestial garment of light, so must he first take off and tear up the garment of his earthly materialness (soma-sema) and of the agnosia (unconsciousness). |
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They're going to take all your causes and turn them into symbols that they control. This is the mechanism for mind control. Because you can't possibly be satisfied with all those nebulous "causes." Why they aren't simply "events" I don't know. You gotta make sense of them, for the sake of teleological "finality," "value quantum increase," and avoiding "entropy" of a closed system, and at the expense of reality, of keeping things simple, and not overloading your psychological reality with too many confusing "things."
But then, on the other hand, if you don't know what all those symbols mean which they say are your transformed "causes," you're influenced by them in unknown ways. But no need to see them as your own. The symbols are theirs. Their control over you happens when you adopt them as your own, without questioning where they came from and what they mean. They want "frictionless transformation of your energy into their symbols," i.e., for you to be completely passive and accept everything they tell you is true. And have a Pavlovian response to get down on your knees everytime you see a cross. Or pick up a gun every time you see an Arab. Or get all teary-eyed every time you see the American flag. Above all, they want predictable people they can racially and politically profile.
So get in line, or tell them to go to hell.
| On the Nature of the Psyche, by C.G. Jung wrote: | | The symbolic interpretation of causes by means of the energic standpoint is necessary for the differentiation of the psyche, since unless the facts are symbolically interpreted, the causes remain immutable substances which go on operating continuously, as in the case of Freud's old trauma theory. Cause alone does not make development possible. For the psyche the reductio ad causam is the very reverse of development; it binds the libido to the elementary facts. From the standpoint of rationalism this is all that can be desired, but from the standpoint of the psyche it is lifeless and comfortless boredom -- though it should never be forgotten that for many people it is absolutely necessary to keep their libido close to the basic facts. But, in so far as this requirement is fulfilled, the psyche cannot always remain on this level but must go on developing, the causes transforming themselves into means to an end, into symbolical expressions for the way that lies ahead. The exclusive importance of the cause, i.e., its energic value, thus disappears and emerges again in the symbol, whose power of attraction represents the equivalent quantum of libido. The energic value of a cause is never abolished by positing an arbitrary and rational goal: that is always a makeshift. Psychic development cannot be accomplished by intention and will alone; it needs the attraction of the symbol, whose value quantum exceeds that of the cause. |
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The "equivalence of the transformed effect" is the symbol which with its multiple layers of meaning simulates life and energy. It's the dead thing come to life.
| On the Nature of the Psyche, by C.G. Jung wrote: | The causal-mechanistic view sees the sequence of facts, a-b-c-d, as follows: a causes b, b causes c, and so on. Here the concept of effect appears as the designation of a quality, as a "virtue" of the cause, in other words, as a dynamism. The final energic view, on the other hand, sees the sequence thus: a-b-c are means towards the transformation of energy, which flows causelessly from a, the improbable state, entropically to b-c and so to the probable state d. Here a causal effect is totally disregarded, since only intensities of effect are taken into account. In so far as the intensities are the same, we could just as well put w-x-y-z instead of a-b-c-d.
The datum of experience is in both cases the sequence a-b-c-d, with the difference that the mechanistic view infers a dynamism from the causal effect observed, while the energic view observes the equivalence of the transformed effect rather than the effect of a cause. |
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Oh, screw the "causes." They're just an excuse for the symbols.
And "libido" is just your yearning for God. |
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What is "love" for Carl Jung? It is the "love" of good and evil.
What is "individuation" for Carl Jung? It is identifying oneself as God.
These words, as he uses them, have nothing to do with our normal understanding of what these words mean.
| The Red Book, by Carl Jung wrote: | In contemporary times, Jung gave great importance to the papal bull of the Assumptio Maria. He held that it "points to the hieros gamos in the Pleroma, and this in turn implies, as we have said, the future birth of the divine child, who, in accordance with the divine trend toward incarnation, will choose as his birthplace the empirical man. This metaphysical process is known as the individuation process in the psychology of the unconscious" (Ibid., §755). Through being identified with the continued incarnation of God in the soul, the process of individuation found its ultimate significance. On May 3, 1958, Jung wrote to Morton Kelsey: "The real history of the world seems to be the progressive incarnation of the deity" (Letters 2, p. 436).
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Now I know your final mystery [Philemon]: you are a lover. You have succeeded in uniting what has been sundered, that is, binding together the Above and Below. |
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It's no surprise that Jung would positively psychologize symbols of the Black Mass. His editors do their best to both reveal and hide its meaning in the last line of the footnote: "This is the title of a medieval hymn."
http://www.american-buddha.com/satan.blackmasswhatisaw.htm
| Carl Jung, The Red Book wrote: | I continue on my way, accompanied by a finely polished piece of steel, hardened in ten fires, stowed safely in my robe. Secretly, I wear chain mail under my coat. Overnight I became fond of serpents, and I solved their riddle. I sit down next to them on the hot stones lying by the wayside. I know how to catch them cunningly and cruelly, those cold devils that prick the heel of the unsuspecting. I became their friend and played a softly toned flute. But I decorate my cave with their dazzling skins. As I walked on my way, I came to a red rock on which a great iridescent serpent lay. Since I had now learned magic from Philemon, I took out my flute again and played a sweet magical song to make her believe that she was my soul. When she was sufficiently enchanted, I spoke to her [283]
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283. In "The psychological aspects of the Kore" (1951), Jung anonymously described this image as "xi. Then she [the anima] appears in a church, taking the place of the altar, still over-life-size but with veiled face." He commented: "Dream xi restores the anima to the Christian church, not as an icon but as the altar itself. The altar is the place of sacrifice and also the receptacle for consecrated relics" (CW 9, 1, §369. 380). On the left-hand side, there is the Arabic word for "daughters." On the border of the image is the following inscription: "Dei sapientia in mysterio quae abscondita est, quam praedestinavit ante secula in gloriam nostram quam nemo princip[i]um huius seculi cognovit. Spiritus enim omnia scrutatur etiam profunda dei [Google translate: Which is hidden in the mystery of the wisdom of God, destined before the worlds unto our glory: which none of the princes of this world knew. For the Spirit searches everything, even the deep things of God.]" This is a citation from 1 Corinthians 2:7-10. (Jung has omitted "Deus" before "ante secula.") The portions cited are marked here in italics: "But we speak the wisdom of God in a mystery, even the hidden wisdom, which God ordained before the world unto our glory: which none of the princes of the world knew: for had they known it, they would not have crucified the Lord of glory. But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him. But God hath revealed them unto us by his Spirit: for the Spirit searcheth all things, yea, the deep things of God." On either side of the arch is the following inscription: "Spirirus et sponsa dicunt veni et qui audit dicat veni et qui sit it veniat qui vult accipiat aquam vitae gratis." The text is from Revelation 22:17: "the Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely." Above the arch is the following inscription: "ave virgo virginum [Google translate: Hail virgin of virgins.]." This is the title of a medieval hymn. |
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Jung can't do it. He can't reconcile the opposites, no matter how hard he tries. It's just a terrible joke that begins and ends in lies. After his phoney pregnancy and enlightenment, he's back in his "horrible, barbaric" self, for which he now decides the remedy is "an utterly medieval hell."
Man, this guy had a serious case of self-hate/self-love going on. Rosicrucian philosophy tortured him. "The Red Book" should be required reading for all Rosicrucians. Because their philosophy doesn't work. It doesn't work to make up stories that don't mean anything, even if they are encrusted with symbolism. It's all just boring bullshit. Yeah, Rosicrucian philosophy has provided the vehicle that we've all been traveling in up until now, on our collective way to hell. But no heaven, anywhere -- except in our fever dreams!
Carl Jung's story is just like the story of Ram Dass. After his brain hemorrage, no enlightenment, just Ram Dass.
They say they want to reconcile the opposites, but they are very attached to their enlightenment. Like there is such a thing!
| The Red Book, by Carl Jung wrote: | I recognize you, Philemon, you most cunning of all fraudsters! You have deceived me. You impregnated my maidenly soul with the terrible worm. Philemon, damned charlatan, you aped the mysteries for me, you lay the mantle of the stars on me, you played a Christ-fool's comedy with me, you hanged me, carefully and ludicrously, in the tree just like Odin, you let me devise runes to enchant Salome -- and meanwhile you procreated my soul with the worm, spew of the dust. Deception upon deception! Terrible devil trickery!
You gave me the force of magic, you crowned me, you clad me with the shimmer of power, that let me play a would-be Joseph father to your son. You lodged a puny basilisk in the nest of the dove.
My soul, you adulterous whore, you became pregnant with this bastard! I am dishonored; I, laughable father of the Antichrist! How I mistrusted you! And how poor was my mistrust, that it could not gauge the magnitude of this infamous act!
What do you break apart? You broke love and life in twain. From this ghastly sundering, the frog and the son of the frog come forth. Ridiculous -- disgusting sight! Irresistible advent! They will sit on the banks of the sweet water and listen to the nocturnal song of the frogs, since their God has been born as a son of frogs....
The myth commences, the one that need only be lived, not sung, the one that sings itself. I subject myself to the son, the one engendered by sorcery, the unnaturally born, the son of the frogs, who stands at the waterside and speaks with his fathers and listens to their nocturnal singing. Truly he is full of mysteries and superior in strength to all men. No man has produced him, and no woman has given birth to him....
Thus I entered solitude with a black look on my face, full of resentment and outrage at my son's dominion. How could my son arrogate my power? I went into my gardens and sat down in a lonely spot on rocks by the water, and brooded darkly....
I become light, like the bird that rises up into the skies of morning. Do not stop me, do not complain; already I hover, the cry of life escapes from me. I can no longer hold back my supreme pleasure. I must go up -- it has happened, the last cord tears away, my wings bear me up. I dive up into the sea of light....
I came to my self, a giddy and pitiful figure. My I! I didn't want this fellow as my companion. I found myself with him. I'd prefer a bad woman or a wayward hound, but one's own I -- this horrifies me.
An opus is needed, that one can squander decades on, and do it out of necessity. I must catch up with a piece of the Middle Ages -- within myself. We have only finished the Middle Ages of -- others. I must begin early, in that period when the hermits died out. Asceticism, inquisition, torture are close at hand and impose themselves. The barbarian requires barbaric means of education. My I, you are a barbarian. I want to live with you, therefore I will carry you through an utterly medieval Hell, until you are capable of making living with you bearable. You should be the vessel and womb of life, therefore I shall purify you....
At this point, the Handwritten Draft has: "Finis," surrounded by a box. |
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Put down the gun, Carl.
| The Red Book, by Carl Jung wrote: | I cannot accept this hollow nothing that I am....
Pitiful creature! I will torment you a bit if you do not make an effort. What are you moaning about? Perhaps the whip will help?
Now that gets under your skin, doesn't it? Take that -- and that. What does it taste of? Of blood, presumably? Of the Middle Ages in majorem Dei gloriam?...
[Y]ou want to speak? But I won't let you, otherwise in the end you will claim that you are my soul. But my soul is with the fire worm, with the son of the frog who has flown to the heavens above, to the upper sources. Do I know what he is doing there? But you are not my soul, you are my bare, empty nothing -- I, this disagreeable being, whom one cannot even deny the right to consider itself worthless....
I promise you that I will tighten the vise around you and slowly pull off your skin. I will give you the chance to be flayed. ...
I will double the torment so that you learn patience....
But you will learn silence. For this I will pull out your tongue....
Do you admit that you also derive pleasure from this torment? I will increase this pleasure until you vomit with joy so that you know what taking pleasure in self-torment means.
You rise against me? I am screwing the vise tighter, that's all. I will break your bones until there is no longer a trace of hardness there....
If you were not my I, I would have torn you to pieces long ago....
You must know that neither a God of love nor a loving God has yet arisen, but instead a worm of fire crawled up, a magnificent frightful entity that lets fire rain on the earth, producing lamentations. So cry to the God, he will burn you with fire for the forgiveness of your sins. Coil yourself and sweat blood. You have needed this cure for a long time.....
You wanted to be superior! How laughable. You were, and are, inferior. Who are you, then? Scum that dis-gusts me....
After all, we must proceed skillfully....
I want to honor you with a prickly crown of iron; it has teeth inside that bore themselves into your flesh....
You preach hypocritical composure. But when it really matters, are you calm? No, you lie. You consume yourself in rage and your tongue speaks cold daggers and you dream of revenge. |
So you're going to cure the problem by applying more of the same? You call that "skill"?
You're thrashing, Carl. You have no inspiration. All your myths, history, secret oral instructions, and brotherly kult love gave you nothing in the end. You never could get rid of your ego. Because you had nothing else, no true, authentic self to sustain you. You had to be split between your god and your ego, because you hoped your god would expiate your sins.
You shouldn't have done the bad things in the first place, then you wouldn't have been driven to such desperation.
How can you protect others when you hate yourself, when you are at war with yourself? |
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| The Red Book, by Carl Jung wrote: | | Soon after this on an autumn night I heard the voice of an old man (and this time I knew that it was Philemon. He said: "I want to turn you around. I want to master you. I want to emboss you like a coin. I want to do business with you. One should buy and sell you. You should pass from hand to hand. Self-willing is not for you. You are the will of the whole. Gold is no master out of its own will and yet it rules the whole, despised and greedily demanded, an inexorable ruler: it lies and waits. He who sees it longs for it. It does not follow one around, but lies silently, with a brightly gleaming countenance, self-sufficient, a king that needs no proof of its power. Everyone seeks after it, few find it, but even the smallest piece is highly esteemed. It neither gives nor squanders itself. Everyone takes it where he finds it, and anxiously ensures that he doesn't lose the smallest part of it. Everyone denies that he depends on it, and yet he secretly stretches out his hand longingly toward it. Must gold prove its necessity? It is proven through the longing of men. Ask it: who takes me? He who takes it, has it. Gold does not stir. It sleeps and shines. Its brilliance confuses the senses. Without a word, it promises everything that men deem desirable. It ruins those to be ruined and helps those on the rise to ascend. |
You can't eat it. It's only valuable because you took everything away from the people. It's not "proved" by affirmation, but by negation. I am sure that if given the choice between getting their own food from nature, like respectable hunters and gatherers, and scrambling for gold in the city, where there is none, in order to trade for food, if there is any, 100% of the smart people would choose getting it directly from nature.
I like that Tibetan Buddhist story where Marpa brings Naropa gold dust in exchange for the teachings, and Naropa throws the dust in the air and says, "What need have I for gold? The whole world is gold to me!"
That's a key Tibetan Buddhist story. Not very alchemical-minded, was he? Alchemy is sort of contra spirit, despite what its adherents say. Tantra is better: more technique than substance; more Plato than neo-Plato. But every effort is being made right now to change it into neo-Tantra.
I just read a current version of this story by the Shambhala people that completely changed the meaning so that it was more in line with Jung's thinking: Naropa didn't throw the gold dust into the air -- he would never do that -- but out of a fit of pique, because Marpa pinched a little for his return trip home, he declared to Marpa: "What need have I for gold. The whole world is gold for me!” -- and here's the Sunday School lesson -- which shows the importance of giving all your gold to the lama -- and then stomped on the ground, turning the whole world into gold. The lesson being: Naropa doesn't need your gold, he has the power of gold. They gave Naropa a midas touch, turned him into a bankster, a super gold gnome, like a group spirit of the gold gnomes. And what he should have been saying was, "I control all the gold; so don't touch any of it, unless you plan on paying me interest."
Incidentally, the god Shambhala is the god of gold.
But that's not how the story goes. The world is metaphorically gold because it is flowers and everything beautiful, and because you can't buy it with gold. Someone with this type of spiritual appreciation doesn't need real gold. It's obvious, simple, and a little corny and self-righteous.
So they turned the story on its head. And probably nobody even knows about it, since Tibetans Buddhists are warned away from the Internet. The Internet is for "Western" Buddhists who don't meditate like they should.
The Shambhala people have no faith in their religion. They don't even respect their guru Chogyam Trungpa, who told the story the right way. His son's organization has melded their minds with Western corporate money values, which is how Trungpa wanted it, I think. Not that I agree with either story -- I don't believe the world IS gold -- but I sympathize with those who want to turn it into a metaphor. We smart people don't want to reify our concepts, or before we know it, we'll be burning witches at the stake, thinking there are real witches in the world. And fairies.
When the Tibetan lamas left Tibet, most every bit of gold they tried to carry with them ended up in the rivers as they were fleeing from the Chinese. Given the choice between gold and their life, they chose life. Some of them didn't, and were killed. That's what's going to happen to the spiritual life of the Shambhala people holding on to their gold: Death.
Gold is certainly NOT a "king," and has no power apart from circumstances. It's inert, like someone who is deaf, dumb and blind. Not very exciting, really. Mineral, and rock-like. Nothing like a pretty desert flower, or a thunderstorm in Navajo country, or something moving and growing in a sentient kind of way.
| Shambhala Times wrote: | Offering to the Guru
October 15, 2009 – 12:01 am
Shambhala Times
On one of his trips to India, the Tibetan master Marpa brought gold dust to offer to Naropa, his guru (Sanskirt for “teacher”). Traditionally, tantric teachings are not just given away; the disciple must make an offering in order to receive them. Gold was the gift of choice in medieval India, signifying the value ascribed to spiritual teachings.
Marpa, being a practical man, decided to save just a pinch of gold dust for his return journey to Tibet. At learning this, Naropa scoffed, “What need have I for gold. The whole world is gold for me!” Whereupon, Naropa stamped his foot and the earth turned to gold. This story conveys poignantly the importance in Buddhism of giving wholeheartedly, holding nothing back. |
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Carl Jung is worse than the nazis, worse than Nietzsche when it comes to his hatred of women.
| Carl Jung, The Red Book wrote: | | [T]ake hold of the divine whore who still cannot recover from her fall from grace and craves filth and power in raving blindness. Lock her up like a lecherous bitch who would like to mingle her blood with every dirty cur. Capture her, may enough at last be enough. Let her for once taste your torment so that she will get to feel man and his hammer, which he has wrested from the Gods. |
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