Astrology & Psychotherapy. Both can be part of our active imagination!

“Get in there, kid and snap them“

This is a sincere response to a post that I put up on an Astrologer’s Facebook site. No reprise from him and then he deleted my post response. Hurt, because I share the pivotal moments or the beginnings of this subject.

Is it because I wrote about other books besides the ones which this astrologer was promoting… who knows? I thought it was worth documenting.

https://www.forrestastrology.com/blogs/astrology/astrology-and-psychotherapy

It does not take an expert astrologer or Jungian therapist to understand the profoundly deep connection between astrology and psychology. I am an artist, mystic and layperson on the subject.

As once a probationer and member of the Oceanside California Rosicrucian Fellowship I studied Max Heindel’s book “Message of the Stars.” I also have read and reflected on Carl Jung’s books. “Red Book: Liber Novus” and his recently published “Black Books” are on my bookshelves.

I cannot express the full influence which both Max and Jung’s books have had on me. Both being a part of my life for over 30 years. I made the connection within myself. Yes before Liz’s well researched and authored book.

It is quite remarkable.

Recently through a friend I found out about Liz Green’s book “Jung’s Studies in Astrology” and was amazed to find out that Jung wrote into the very same Oceanside California based Rosicrucian Fellowship in his pursuit of understanding astrology.

The Black Book 5, Carl Jung, 1913 – 1932, Copyright October 2020

It was part of his process in creating the Liber Novus. The Rosicrucian Fellowship has a correspondence course in Astrology. Close to over one hundred years now. Yes, the fellowship still offers the same astrology course.

Historically, it is amazing that Jung wrote into the Fellowship. It is a fact-based story. It is quite overwhelming to me. I somehow knew the connection personally. All facts now presented in Liz’s book. I have posted about this before too. It is important to me.

I enjoy your insight and I agree with you in your professionally written Astrology and Psychotherapy article. I have experienced it firsthand for years. Thank you for sharing.

I use astrology in a creative way. I take Jung’s concept of “Active Imagination” to engage in a relationship with the planets of astrology of our solar system and beyond. Just one reason I know it is an exceptionally good connection to have.

Thank You

Lyrics

It’s so obvious, it’s here, it’s there
It’s not just the color, it must be more
At least 17 plus 3 score, this is 77
Nearly heaven, it’s black, white and pink

Just think, there’s more to come
Hum hum hum hum, it’s so obvious

Well it’s alright, listen, can’t wait for 78
God, those RPM, can’t wait for them
Don’t just watch, hours happen
Get in there, kid and snap them

The beauty of a flower and a bee.

From my garden

A Summer Poem

By Hudley Flipside : An Underground Bard

So much given to us for free

All of creation

Watch the flowers open up

To share nectar to the bees, butterflies, bumblebees

The hungry hummingbirds.

In return pollination.

A free giving cycle…

We humans are as flowers,

We can open our psyches

Give out our creative soul nectar

Out into the world

And in return get pollinated

There are the invisible makings of nature

As there are the invisible happenings in a human being…

How accidentally nature shows us this beauty

From our living gardens.

We look out and there it is

Sharing, sharing, and giving

Life vast and beyond.

Following the motif of

The simple flower.

Clouds that hold moister

Then rains upon the earth

A summer overcast day

That cools the dry dirt.

The open window that shares

This active beauty from tall trees overhead

And above me.

A song that inspires us to be

Loving and understanding

The beauty of a flower and a bee.

-Hudley

From darkness to light, Hip Hip.

March so comes the remembering of from darkness to the light, as the days gradually stretch longer and the cold fades into warmth. It is a time for renewal, where nature awakens from its winter slumber, and vibrant colors begin to paint the landscape once more. With each passing day, the sunlight invigorates the spirit, reminding us of the beauty that lies ahead and the hope that blossoms anew. As we reflect on our journeys, we embrace the transition from the shadows of our past to the radiant possibilities that await us in the future.

“A flash of lightning. Dionysus visible in emerald beauty.“

~ Dithyrambs of Dionysus by Nietzsche…

So my walk during the day as I begin to celebrate… Lizard the Wizard was out to play, and leading the way before me. Only to rush up a tree and circle round it… we did take moments to acknowledge each other…

Photo by Hudley “Lizard the Wizard”

Lenai is another name for Maenad, referring to the lenos, the wine press. The Lenaian vessels illustrate women dancing, making music, carrying the thyrsus, and pouring out wine before a pillar with the mask of Dionysos.

Aguilar, A. Marina. Alchemy of The Heart: The Sacred Marriage of Dionysos & Ariadne . Chiron Publications. Kindle Edition.

And in your hand brandishing your night-lighting flame, with god-possessed frenzy you went to the vales of Eleusis where the whole people of Hellas’ land, alongside your own native witnesses of the holy mysteries, calls upon you as Iacchus: for mortals from their pains.

“On an island in the sun

We’ll be playin’ and havin’ fun

And it makes me feel so fine

I can’t control my brain.”

Two and a half years ago

I made it back

From the darkness…

To light

Today I celebrate

While driving home

From my secret market

The special song came on

my car radio

I remember the first day

I awoke

From the darkness to light

It was such a sight

Wizard the Lizard

Doing arm lifts

Singing

“Hip Hip”

Up and down

“Hip Hip”

On top of the red brick

Next to the Wild Promethean Fennel

The aroma still in my nose

When I heard the beat

I was walking around

along the street

I heard the song Island in The Sun

neighbor kids were rocking out

guitar, drums and singing

In their garage.

Today yes today

Driving home

On the anniversary of

Returning to the light

The song played

On my car radio.

In my brain again

I reached up as

The Promethean Thyrsus

Pulled me up and out

Dionysus declaring to me…

“Hip hip

Hip hip”

“We’ll never feel bad anymore

(Hip hip)

No no (Hip hip)

Hip hip

We’ll never feel bad anymore

(Hip hip)

No no (Hip hip)

Hip hip

We’ll never feel bad anymore.”

*An inscription found on a stone stele (c. 340 BC), found at Delphi, contains a paean to Dionysus, which describes his travels.[98] From Thebes, where he was born, he first went to Delphi where he displayed his “starry body”, and with “Delphian girls” took his “place on the folds of Parnassus”,[99] then next to Eleusis, where he is called “Iacchus.” “

“Dionysos with Sirius in noting the similarity of the words Iachos (a Cretan variation on the name Bacchus) and Iakar, the Minoan name for Sirius. Finally, the ancient Greeks themselves considered the vine itself to be a gift of the star Sirius.”

Aguilar, A. Marina. Alchemy of The Heart: The Sacred Marriage of Dionysos & Ariadne . Chiron Publications. Kindle Edition.

“SecondSkin is a medical-grade, transparent, adhesive barrier that protects new tattoos. It is latex-free, waterproof, breathable,” and it protects my symbol new tattoo.

Unbelievably as I was standing to start the process with this miraculous artist, David LeCompte, the song by Weezer came on the in house radio PA. I told the Skin Illustrator about the song and the meaning it had to the Thyrsus. He said,

“We played it just for you.” And I replied with a smile,

“A nice synchronicity meaning right now, I am here at the right time and place “

Thyrsus and Maenad.

“There’s a brute wildness in the fennel-wands—Reverence it well.”

~ Euripides

Prednisone Rape…

Sterling Hayden and Growling Water

Sterling Walter Hayden (born Sterling Relyea Walter; March 26, 1916 – May 23, 1986.

“Where from, you growling water? How old are you? Did you come in from the sea with the midnight flood? Were you sired by an iceberg out of the South Polar Cap, or was your dam a cloud knocked up by the High Sierra? Were you falling rain short months ago? What’s the news from Donner Pass and Emigrant Gap, and how are those new motels? You look a little wan, as though you’re tired of the land. Tried to trap you, did they—up Sacramento way? Piped you through a tunnel, dumped chlorine in your face, spun you through a toilet bowl—small wonder you’re brown as a sportsman’s chest. Don’t quit now; two hours will see you through the Gate, and once you’re clear keep rolling on. I’ll join you one day soon. Maybe.”

~ Hayden, Sterling. Wanderer (p. 7). QM Classics. Kindle Edition.

“Consider the following statement. Every river began its life as a stream, and every stream had its origin in the minutest trickle. In turn, every trickle is the result of filtration through rock and sand and soil, and from this process a single drop of water arises. So often most of these single drops have not seen the sky or the light of the sun for hundreds, if not thousands, of years.”

~ Hughes, Kristoffer. Cerridwen (p. 20). Llewellyn Worldwide, LTD. Kindle Edition.

How did Sterling Hayden the best Noir man, and Cerridwen the Welsh Goddess of inspiration twine together in my heart, blood, and water in my body’s imagination? The earth, male and female, sea, sky, rain and the divinely profound now cumulatively and happily joined together to reveal an old image to me.

“There is no new water on earth. In turn, there is no new myth on earth but only the retelling of the same rivers of mythology, flavoured only by the passing of time.”

~ Hughes, Kristoffer. Cerridwen (p. 20). Llewellyn Worldwide, LTD. Kindle Edition.

The Nasty woman is me

The Nasty Woman

“In his late works , he embodied these and other ills in the nightmare ridden figure of the cosmic giant Albion, or universal humanity, who has fallen in to deadly sleep of mundane existence. In humanity’s coma, the divine is a remote and forbidding sky-god: nature a sterile heap of atoms, lovers and family members, enemies; and one’s own innermost being, an unrecognized alien.”

~Blake’s Poetry & Designs ` A Norton Critical Edition.

Smörgåsbord of words and feelings… some very nasty…. like me.

I realize I am being confrontational, nasty, and outrageous. It is that two-week time as we move into the autumnal equinox. I hate this time of transition, but I love autumn.

Today I had to get gas on the way to where I was going. This local gas station charged me a 30 cents gas fee. Yet this is the normal way to skim the top and make a lot of money off millions of poor people. I remember when gas stations had attendants pour the gas, check the oil, and fill the car tires. It was service with a smile.

I wish one of these monster gas companies would be brave and bring the service attendants back. They could collect the cash and we could give them the service charge… instead of a fucking machine.

Every time we take away a person’s job and replace them with a machine, we become less human.

I went into the mini-market and the cashier, who seemed to be acting as an employee, knew nothing about the fee and said,

“I don’t know why you are asking about it. You are the only one that cares? No one else has asked about it.”

I looked at her silently and squarely.

“You should know about it and all the things around you here. I must pay a fee and it is dirty filthy outside around the gas tanks. I remember the day…”

A man came forward and interrupted our conversation and the cashier looked away.

“Excuse us,” I said.

“We are talking.”

I used a finger to point to the cashier and me.

“Grumble,” said the man under his breath.

I left, telling the cashier she should lose her job for not knowing anything.

Then I came home to find standing outside my home a strange older man smoking a cigarette.

“Are you waiting for someone,” I said.

“No.”

“Then why did you park here?”

The street had no other cars around. He then looked up at the tree. I then asked him to please move his car I needed to park our truck there. He seemed nice enough for not having a reason for being there besides smoking a cigarette. We talked back and forth.

“We have had issues with drug dealers around here.”

He soon left and I moved the truck out. I know I was being ridiculous. I thought it strange that he would get out of his car with his cell phone in hand to smoke a cigarette under our lovely olive tree. I did say to him.

“I don’t like the smell of cigarettes and I am sure the tree doesn’t either.”

I think upon a poem I wrote.

Any time of the year but now it is moving into the Autumn poem.

Green-gold olives

This eve

I take my broom

Last ray of sun is dead here

…it is real…

The shy clouds hide stars

Only the Moon, Jupiter and Saturn shine their breast plates.

Of radiant light…

I take my broom to the front of our home

into the dustpan goes

Dry brown and yellow

Pointy olive leaves and hard green-gold olives…

Into the waste bin…

away away.

Goes all the thoughts of this day

Of a wooing Crone…

Looking around as I sweep and bend

For any Fay to show their haunting ways

In the clouds sailing on the night or

Upon the grasping arms of the olive tree.

Queen of Elphame mocks me

As I move quickly and consistently,

I call her Sabrina…

How symbolic have I become?

Wild movement… yet strangely calm.

Sweet sweat dripping

My dusty perfume…

I do as many an old Crone

Sweeping clean the front of their home

At this transforming time.

Today I am a nasty one..

Resilient

“Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence.”

― William Blake

It was terrifying living through California fires. I took a picture across the street then of what I see as a fire monster. At least it looks like one. The fires approached so close to our home.

When Spring came so did the thousands and thousands of Monarch butterflies. Sixty six years living here I never witnessed something so beautiful here before.

A flying path over our home called us to visit the burned hills. I was beside myself with wonder. How resilient nature is. I know these hills well, and I saw blooming flowers I had never seen before. A multitude of creatures and fresh green hills. Roadrunners and rabbits have also returned.

Today I studied the ideal of contraries. It is part of who we are as human beings and nature and the cosmos. I cannot think of a better quote than William Blake’s above to understand what we are going through right now. I want to share a hopeful part of nature as well. Contrary it may seem now. It is a dependable pattern we can trust.

I captured these images … my hope is even what we are going through now in the Los Angeles wildfires and winds 2025 will bring us into a new bright world. And through this destitution we face together as a part of our dependable worlds gone from us… a new one is forming from hope for our future. Nature is Resilient and so are we.

Purple mystery flowers from the Santa Monica Hills.

In its highest sense.

“According to Jung, humanity holds a special role in creation: to contribute to the act of consciousness, and the point of view of morality, in its highest sense.”
~ Johnson, Robert A. Ecstasy (p. 64) Harper One. Kindle Edition.

Flowing Myrrh

*Sandro Botticelli (Alessandro di Mariano di Vanni Filipepi) (1445 � 1510)*
*La Derelitta*

I slept but my heart was awake.
Listen! My beloved is knocking:
“Open to me, my sister, my darling,
my dove, my flawless one.
My head is drenched with dew,
my hair with the dampness of the night.”
I have taken off my robe—
 must I put it on again?
I have washed my feet—
must I soil them again?
My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening;
my heart began to pound for him.
I arose to open for my beloved,
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with flowing myrrh,
on the handles of the bolt.
I opened for my beloved,
but my beloved had left; he was gone.
My heart sank at his departure. [a]
I looked for him but did not find him.
I called him but he did not answer.
The watchmen found me
as they made their rounds in the city.
They beat me, they bruised me;
they took away my cloak,
those watchmen of the walls!
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you—
if you find my beloved,
what will you tell him?
Tell him I am faint with love.

Song of Solomon 5: 1-8

Bathed in its own reflection.

“By their fruits you will recognize them. Do people pick grapes from thorn bushes or figs from thistle?”
~ Mat. 7:16

Jerusalem, Plate 28 Proof Impression William Blake

AZOTH

Azoth is “all-inclusiveness” and the spiritual ray of Neptune which is the higher octave of Mercury.

How this all came together is a current event of our times. Alchemical symbols and studies are something I do. I have worked with images and ancient insights for years. Not always understanding the full meanings yet trying to embrace them with a current and contemporary heart and mind-set.

I believe as the ancient Egyptians taught, that to understand these ancient alchemical symbols one must “think with the heart and feel with the mind.”

A Grand Trine is a call to see the influence of cosmic realities. To observe the world around oneself and try to make sense of it.

We are all in this together even if we are unbelievable.

I’ve been working with this image for some time. I put my praying mantis spin on the study. The alchemical symbol is based on a sixth century woodcut from the series in Basil Valentine’s Azoth.

Neptune is speaking loudly… I think we all might listen!

A hierarchy of Neptune. Azoth is the measureless spirit of life. The original spiritual fiery water comes through Eden (vapor) and pours itself into the four main rivers of four elements. “Elixir-vitae.”

The spine, a gas that is like steam which may be condenses when exposed to outside atmosphere.

But it may also be super-heated by the fire of purification and regeneration and become a brilliant and luminous fire.

“Between the gods and the plant kingdom stands man, a being endowed with intelligence, creative power and free-will use it for good or ill.

Between the chaste plant and the pure spiritual gods who both turn their whole creative power upward towards the light.”

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scorn and unbelievable

Bubbles. Christ ‘Salvator Mundi’

While sitting in my computer room I heard a lady screaming. In a fire windy weaving voice yelling,

“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!!”

The car raced by my home. Oldest son heard it too. It was not directed at us, but we did catch it in passing.

Last night while watching reruns of Ancient Aliens I came upon one old image I’ve studied and another that I did not know about. The flower of Life and Leonardo da Vinci’s long-lost portrait of Christ ‘Salvator Mundi’

The flower of Life means many things but the one meaning I love best is that it represents the universe.

The Christ portrait is fascinating. I am amazed by a sphere he is holding. An interfaith symbol that other religious masters hold as well.

Two mystical round bubbles or circles of insight came together in my mind. Because Leonardo da Vinci shows the Flower of Life in his works, I found this an interesting point of reflection and study.

So, I did my own improvisation and put the flower of Life in the bubble sphere. It was fun to do.

I hope the lady who was screaming will have a better day then she seemed to be having.

Salvator Mundi is a painting that depicts Christ blessing the viewer with his right hand raised while holding an orb in his left. The Latin title translates to “Saviour of the World”. The painting is attributed to the Italian artist Leonardo da Vinci and is dated to around 1499–1510.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/bubble/

Leonardo da Vinci’s long lost portrait of Christ ‘Salvator Mundi’

Flower Of Life

https://www.tokenrock.com/explain-flower-of-life-46.html

THE MOODY BLUES TO BE INDUCTED INTO THE ROCK & ROLL HALL OF FAME IN 2018

http://www.moodybluestoday.com/moody-blues-inducted-rock-roll-hall-fame-2018/

Maybe it all ready happened…congratulations…

The Ngangikurungkurr

The Ngangikurungkurr practice what they call dadirri, a form of deep listening for these sacred stories. As Aboriginal elder Miriam-Rose Ungunmerr puts it, “Through the years, we have listened to our stories.

They are told and sung, over and over, as the seasons go by. Today we still gather around the campfires and together we hear the sacred stories. As we grow older, we ourselves become the storytellers.

We pass on to the young ones all they must know. The stories and songs sink quietly into our minds and we hold them deep inside. In the ceremonies we celebrate the awareness of our lives as sacred.”

Turner, Toko-pa. Belonging: Remembering Ourselves home (Kindle Locations 3112-3116). Her Own Room Press. Kindle Edition.

Thus Spoke Zarathustra (Strauss)

“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

Einleitung, oder Sonnenaufgang (Introduction, or Sunrise)
Von den Hinterweltlern (Of Those in Backwaters)
Von der großen Sehnsucht (Of the Great Longing)
Von den Freuden und Leidenschaften (Of Joys and Passions)
Das Grablied (The Song of the Grave)
Von der Wissenschaft (Of Science and Learning)
Der Genesende (The Convalescent)
Das Tanzlied (The Dance Song)
Nachtwandlerlied (Song of the Night Wanderer)

One must have chaos within oneself, to give birth to a dancing star.
Thus Spoke Zarathustra (1885). Prologue 5

Sedna’s Signature

Sedna’s Signature Great Ocean Mother,
I call upon you to grace my shores.
I make myself as still as sand,
who knows the patience of millennia,
having been ground down to my essential parts.
I wait my turn at the edge of known things
that you might soak me with your rising swell.
I wish for nothing but to be dislodged by your power
perhaps even carried into your depths for the chance
at a glimpse of your underlie.
May I be taken into your possession,
even for a moment, to know the absence of my gravity
and participation in your rhythms and contractions.
May my body be for what it was intended:
an expression of your grace.
And what small ways I make with this poetry —
what songs and friendships I form — what migrations
and ripples I disturb in the world —
may they have something of your signature on them.
May the you that has touched me go on multiplying
in your phenomenal mathematics until we are all suffused
with awe at your vastness within us.

~Turner, Toko-pa. Belonging: Remembering Ourselves home (Kindle Locations 1498-1505). Her Own Room Press. Kindle Edition

Astrology Astronomy

“There is…a curious synchronicity between the time when the planet is discovered and the emergence in society of values and experiences which the planet represents symbolically. It is as though the planet breaks upon consciousness in both a literal and symbolic way. I cannot really answer you as to why Uranus is called Uranus [Prometheus] and Neptune, Neptune. I can only say that in some mysterious fashion they get the names right.”

Source Below…

From 1865 through till 1966 Sedna traveled through Aries. This hundred-year period saw the emancipation of women around the world, beginning with the forming of the suffragist movement and ending with the bra burning women’s libbers of the sixties.

This seems an appropriate illustration of the collective influence that Sedna has. (Remember as a goddess in the myth, she cared for her people as a collective.)

In 1966 Sedna gradually made her way into Taurus, where she remains today. So, what can Sedna in Taurus hold for the collective influence of humanity?

Taurus governs things that we value, to my thinking it is likely that our values will change and become increasingly orientated towards spiritual considerations during the next hundred years.

http://www.goddessgift.com/goddess-myths/inuit-goddess-Sedna.htm

https://cosmicintelligenceagency.com/5dastrology-6/

http://goodvibeastrology.com/sedna/

Ouroboros

This was one of the first sites I returned to again and again in the early days of the net. I haven’t revisited it for years, but came across the link in one of my old blogs, and realized I’d been lucky to find these reference to the Ouroboros in the years before the net […]
via Spira Solaris and the Universal Ouroboros — Ars, Arte et Labore

highlights

At a corner in our living room every year, at a certain time of the year, the hanging crystal outside our window highlights a rainbow bridge through my Chiron Stencil Watercolor painting.

As you can see, I tried to capture this in the image above.

In mythology Chiron is known as the rainbow bridge between Saturn and Uranus.

His silent lecture to me today is to notice him. As in the days of old and maybe still to this day. Churches were built aligned with the sun. And at certain times of the year different images, symbols and icons were purposefully infused with light.

This causes a silent lecture as well. Some happen naturally and some are designed that way. Both inspire a type of continuity of ritual.

The mystery of symbols, nature and myth. This is my magical religiosity.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/lecture/

Female asteroids fun !!

Happy National Women’s History Month. March 2025.

https://www.womenshistorymonth.gov/About.html

I am happy to say that my original four watercolors-were sold at a Fundraiser for the National Women’s Health Network. A Silent Auction. “A Voice for Women, A network of change.”

Asteroid Goddesses, Ceres, Pallas Athene, Vesta, Juno

Female asteroid goddess fun!

Praying Mantis is an anthropomorphism often found in all my art.

These asteroid Goddesses are positive parts of our female psyches. Health, strength, and the ability to fight for the integrity of all life. The right to choose. A right for justice and equality. A rich part of history and mythology which shine through us all.

As we look up into the heavens, we find these asteroids. If we look to these little creatures on earth as the praying mantis, we find the beauty of nature.

Brought together through art we reflect within ourselves the balance that we all need for good health. A healthy psyche to share with the world. A symbolic healing panacea.

At home I like to have projects to do. Husband got me a new book called Asteroid Goddesses by Demetra George & Douglas Bloch. A networking book that ties up so many years of study. Astronomy, astrology, spirituality, mythology and psychology.

A remarkable book. It reads well. I like to engage in mythology, so I did up a little water-color fun with four of the main players heavenwards. What a fun project !! Some female asteroids that have a powerful punch to the human psyche. We all need them.

4, 9 by 12-inch watercolors.

Ceres

Pallas Athene

Vesta

Juno

Symbols are interesting

AZOTH

Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. ~ genesis.

6th woodcut from the series in Basil Valentine’s

An unrecognized alien

You’ll have to get out of these little boxes, you know, physics on my left and psychology on my right, you can’t do that, you cannot do that in dealing with UFOs. What I’m saying is you cannot do that anymore in dealing with astrophysics. The problem that scientists have today is that time and space, the way we were thinking about them, don’t make sense when you begin to deal with particle entanglement and with entanglement of larger physical things. So we’re going to get to the same place eventually.
Dr. Jacques Vallée

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Page 88 The SacriDcal Murder Carl Jung “Red Book” – Carl Gustav Jung / The Red Book

“But the way is my own self, my own life founded upon myself. The God wants my life. He wants to go with me, sit at the table with me, work with me. Above all he wanted to be ever-present. But I’m ashamed of my God. I don’t want to be divine but reasonable. The divine appears to me as irrational craziness. I hate it as an absurd disturbance of my meaningful human activity. It seems an unbecoming sickness which has stolen into the regular course of my life. Yes, I even find the divine superfluous.” Jung 78/98

I have not done this for a while. To randomly pick a book and open the page and read a paragraph. It is a type of trance effort. Some of the worst and best loved characters that I have read or studied live in a kind of trance world. A place of myth, magic and raised consciousness. William Blake, Carl Jung, and the pitiful creature known as Adolf Hitler. I am studying Hitler’s biography now. I was amazed how his and their lives moved in the same worlds.

The place of science, math and technology works in our modern age. The world of Blake, Jung and Hitler are different. One cannot superimpose our current world upon theirs. Which leads me to the randomly picked book and paragraph today.

Blake is a marvelous visionary and artist. He inspires humanity to think and brings beauty in reach of our grasp. Jung heals humanity with his depth psychology.

Hitler inverts compassion and goodness. He shows us what the worst part of human nature is.

They all use their unique wills to inspire or destroy.

Blake and Jung show us that humanity is a wondrous reality. They have dived into their unconscious and show us luminous stars and a good conscience.

We find our history and our future with inspired foresight; what it is to do good for humanity. Blake keeps the best and the worst at bay while focusing his will to ascend to transcendence.

Hitler did this too. To understand him, his world, one becomes aware of a trance of darkness; he is a mythologist of national German superhuman qualities…of what it is to be demonically insane! He is without a touch of the human soul or spirit! No sparks make him human. Hitler is the trance of a monster! How can anyone in their right mind address such a hideous freak as him with a salute?

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William Blake ~ Europe, A Prophecy 8

“It is one of the wonders of human existence that a person can live a long and happy life without once becoming aware of the reality of consciousness and its ability to transcend the immediate physical level. At the instant of death, will time suspend its rule long enough for such people to realize what they missed?”
~ Pg. 153 Jacques Vallee, Confrontations; A scientist’s Search for Alien Contact.

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I love Vallee. He is the scientist that places himself in the world of myth, magic and raised consciousness! He does not ignore art or music either. He rings the heart of a compassion that wants to know. He transcends a nationalist myth blending with Blake’s “universal humanity,” or Jung’s “collective unconscious.”

“In his late works, he embodied these and other ills in the nightmare ridden figure of the cosmic giant Albion, or universal humanity, who has fallen into deadly sleep of mundane existence. In humanity’s coma, the divine is a remote and forbidding sky-god: nature a sterile heap of atoms, lovers and family members, enemies; and one’s own innermost being, an unrecognized alien.”

~Blake’s Poetry & Designs ` A Norton Critical Edition.

Astraea: “Iam redit et virgo, redeunt Saturnia Regna”

A layperson’s study of William Blake and other reflections….

“The darkness of our world

Is not knowing and understanding;

Light can only come, when we

Make it our business to find it.”

~ Socrates ca. 470-399 B.C.

“A vision of the Last Judgement. It is an endeavor to restore what the ancients call the Golden Age.”

The above image is the star goddess. She is part of the earth and the sky. She is like many images of justice, Aquarius and the golden stars of the night sky. I find she is an archaic image that echoes of a Golden Age. If you do much reading of myths or ancient stories, you’ll find the Golden Age mentioned there.

Astraea is the bright star that reveals our insight into the Golden Age. She is needed in helping to restore our “universal humanity.” Of brighter days ahead in the dark times we face.

As Virgil says,

“Astraea returns, returns old Saturn’s reign”

And maybe she does. Like a spiral the same and something different. The continuity of the stars and planets in the cosmos reflect in our watery psyche. If we become aware of this, very possibly, hopefully and surely, the two circles of psyche and cosmos meet within us. We will find the bright star there.

Albion William Blake

“In his late works, he embodied these and other ills in the nightmare ridden figure of the cosmic giant Albion, or universal humanity, who has fallen into deadly sleep of mundane existence. In humanity’s coma, the divine is a remote and forbidding sky-god: nature a sterile heap of atoms, lovers and family members, enemies; and one’s own innermost being, an unrecognized alien.”

~Blake’s Poetry & Designs ` A Norton Critical Edition.

Albion Rose!!

“Here Albion as shown as a joyful and vigorous young man freeing himself from the shackles of materialism. In Blake’s world view, Albion could still be saved by the triumph of individual liberty, imagination and spirituality over social, political and religious oppression.”