These pains you feel are messengers.
Listen to them.”
Note to self: here is where I disagree with optimistic religions; with the belief is an all-good God.

Rumi  (via nohareda

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My interests drew me in different directions. On the one hand I was powerfully attracted by science, with its truths based on facts; on the other hand I was fascinated by everything to do with comparative religion. In science I missed the factor of meaning; and in religion, that of empiricism.

Carl Jung
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“… if you stare long enough into the Abyss, the Abyss stares back into you” — Nietzsche

nevver:

“… if you stare long enough into the Abyss, the Abyss stares back into you” — Nietzsche

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At Bolligen Jung created a monument out of stone to express what the  Tower means to me. On one side, Jung carved in Latin In remembrance of  his seventy-fifth birthday, C. G. Jung made and placed this here as a  thanks offering in the year 1950. On the side shown in this photograph,  Jung created a mandala centered on Telesphorus, the Greek demi-god of  healing, surrounded by a Greek inscription, part of which says,
This  is Telesphorus, who roams through the dark regions of this cosmos and  glows like a star out of the depths. He points the way to the gates of  the sun and to the land of dreams.
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empirevalley:

At Bolligen Jung created a monument out of stone to express what the Tower means to me. On one side, Jung carved in Latin In remembrance of his seventy-fifth birthday, C. G. Jung made and placed this here as a thanks offering in the year 1950. On the side shown in this photograph, Jung created a mandala centered on Telesphorus, the Greek demi-god of healing, surrounded by a Greek inscription, part of which says,

This is Telesphorus, who roams through the dark regions of this cosmos and glows like a star out of the depths. He points the way to the gates of the sun and to the land of dreams.

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Metamorphosis 
Stop merely changing and start transforming into something entirely novel, the original primordial chaotic novelty.
As Form changes, it repeats and borrows from older forms. 
As a new Nature is born ex nihilo, the womb of the void grants it everything and nothing.  
Metamorphosis is Alchemy, it’s the opus contra naturam, the great work against nature.
Change is the work of nature which the Divine Child miraculously turns into a Metamorphosis.
Change is involuntary and worldly.  Metamorphosis is deliberate and divine.
Change is a series of meaningless projections. Metamorphosis supervenes on meaning, rests firmly on reality, and transcends paradox.
When your vision can penetrate illusions and the veil of plurality is lifted, the Fullness of the Pleroma is not far from your reach but the desire to contemplate it vanishes.  
The Pleroma becomes an altar to the god beyond all gods and a silent prayer to the ultimate realm of Nothingness and Oblivion.

Metamorphosis 

Stop merely changing and start transforming into something entirely novel, the original primordial chaotic novelty.

As Form changes, it repeats and borrows from older forms. 

As a new Nature is born ex nihilo, the womb of the void grants it everything and nothing.  

Metamorphosis is Alchemy, it’s the opus contra naturam, the great work against nature.

Change is the work of nature which the Divine Child miraculously turns into a Metamorphosis.

Change is involuntary and worldly.  Metamorphosis is deliberate and divine.

Change is a series of meaningless projections. Metamorphosis supervenes on meaning, rests firmly on reality, and transcends paradox.

When your vision can penetrate illusions and the veil of plurality is lifted, the Fullness of the Pleroma is not far from your reach but the desire to contemplate it vanishes.  

The Pleroma becomes an altar to the god beyond all gods and a silent prayer to the ultimate realm of Nothingness and Oblivion.

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Child and Old Man

There is no such thing as an adult.

The Child plays with the Pleroma. Being only itself. He understand he is not the Pleroma. He understands that he can’t understand it. That’s why it is always new.

The old man stares at it, tries to understand it. He theorizes about it and accepts his theories. Instead of freeing himself, he tries to imprison the unbounded Pleroma!

All natural. No artificiality.
Never an imposition.
All real. No abstraction.
Never an image.
Never a copy of a copy.
All absolute. No relativity.
Never a resemblance.
All out. No reserved.
Never an indifference.
All here. No there.
Never a distance.
All now. No then.
Never an agenda.
Never a when.
All One. No division.
Never a gap.

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TALONABRAXAS

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TALONABRAXAS

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