Tag Archives: Depth Psychology

Nyx is Night.

“Powerful goddess, Black winged Nyx, some say, laid a germless egg in the infinite bosom of Erebus, the Darkness of the Underworld, and after long ages, sprang golden-winged Eros.”~http://www.maicar.com/GML/Nyx.html

Nyx. 5012: Henri Fautin-Latour 1836-1904: Night 1897. Musée d’Orsay, Paris.

The Fuck Gazette Vol. Two , Number Four. Trumpty Dumpty

Old Mr. Shit has dementia but this does not take away from his wise foresight…

Mr Shit

Mr. Shit is not giving us new news… but old timer punker shit funny news… he is a good guy lost in a radical world of things clear but far away… genius but a bit off…

Outside as we enjoyed the fresh morning air with a fine cup of fresh brewed coffee. Mr. Squirrel was screaking and shaking his tail. Mrs. Crow let out a great yell. The breeze is here bringing in autumn and some good creative foresight too. And then Mr. Shit shared his noise with me. Mr. Squirrel and Mrs. Crow too,

“Trumpty Dumpty sat on THE wall

Trumpty Dumpty had a great fall

All his meager nepotistic White House Cabinet

And all his unpaid lawyers

and billionaire ‘wheeling & dealing’ – ‘hostile takeover’ friends

Didn’t want to put him the ASSHOLE-A

Together again!!”

I spit out my coffee while Mrs. Crow flew overhead. I looked ’round and Mr. Squirrel was silent as if dead.

Symbols that educate…

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
– Hamlet (1.5.167-8), Hamlet to Horatio

 

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

The Daily “FUCK” Gazette Vol. Two , Number Three. Love me some Transgender !!

Who is Dump's Trophy Whore ?

Mr. Fuck…Who is Mr. Dump’s Trophy Whore ?

President Dump Issues transgender directive…

My eldest son said this,

“Whatever! Now if he starts the draft again I can just say I am transgender.”

I was blank-faced and said,

“Ha, Ha, Ha…. brilliant!”

Pink Hat Mr. Fuck

Pink Hat Mr. Fuck … got a hard on for you Mr. Dump! In or out of the military…. more normal troops for the generals to kill with. Oh boy that means we get the good stuff here in the general Republic…

The repetition of images is good propaganda… and we here at Flopside Comics are guilty of that. We hope it rams down your subconscious and does some fruitfulness.  Remember to be more than an asshole.

a sense of purpose…

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Now Saturn is direct in the sign of Sagittarius approaching the midheaven. Yes this is important to me. The paintings below by Albrecht Durer can help one to understand this planet better. Also Saturn’s influence on us as well,  “They all incorporate the symbols of Saturn to communicate a basic teaching.”

Melancholia 

“Melancholy fury” stimulated the three highest human faculties : intellect, reasoning, and imagination” His observation was that a higher consciousness emerges from darkness.”[ Cornelius Agrippa of Nesheim 1509, from De Occulta Philosophia ]

"Melancholia" by Albrecht Durer

“Melancholia” by Albrecht Durer

St. Jerome

“The old man has transformed his gloomy cell into an earthy paradise with LIGHT streaming through the windows… his writings emphasise industry and resolve rather than despondency…”

"St. Jerome" by Albrecht Durer

“St. Jerome” by Albrecht Durer

The Knight, Death and the Devil

“The knight riding on with a sense of purpose…”

"The Knight, Death and the Devil" by Albrecht Durer

“The Knight, Death and the Devil” by Albrecht Durer

Quotes taken from The Saturn Pluto Phenomenon by Joy Michand & Karen Hilverson Pages 3 and four.
winged centaur

winged centaur, Etruscan black figure amphora, attributed to the Micali painter (6th/5th century B.C.)

An unrecognized alien

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.

William Blake “Pity”

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 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?

Mozart Magic Flute `Karl Friedrich Schinkel

The place of science, math and technology works in our modern age.  The worlds 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.

“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.

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 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.

 

 

The traitorous Monostatos appears with the Queen of the Night and her three ladies. They plot to destroy the temple (“Nur stille, stille“) and the Queen confirms that she has promised her daughter Pamina to Monostatos. But before the conspirators can enter the temple, they are magically cast out into eternal night.

 

 

 

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

August: Spear of Destiny and beyond…

 

“…unless human beings could live at peace with one another…”

“In Goethe’s world conception, which is of a magical nature, both man’s spiritual and physical existence is related to the whole Universe of Stars, Sun and Planets. Just as man is not limited to his physical body, which Goethe conceived as the garment of both soul and spirit, the stars are not considered as simply meaningless massed formed in a three-dimensional space time continuum. Rather , Goethe regarded the heavenly orbs as the outer physical expression of Spiritual Beings, higher nonhuman Intelligences, which radiate spiritual and qualitative forces with their operative orbits. ~Pg. 162-3 The Spear of Destiny  by Trevor Ravenscroft

I hate August. I am whispering, in case she is listening. It is the heat, humidity and trials that come alone. This month we have retrogrades, a moon and a sun making a big deal about their place in the heavens. I get it. It is a lovely galactic symphony. So, come the trials. Some are big and some very subtle and diabolically a pain in the ass. I try to keep sensible and logical, which I learned from my oldest son. It is hard to sometimes be logical and I turn to my passions. So, the books start to come. I show a little interest in something from my past and the books will come. These are two of them another in on the way.  Not my doing it is my darn husband. He has a statistical and chess mind. He thinks that by getting me these books that interest me, he can buy more chess books. So be it. I guess those Rosy stories have been whispering in my ear as of late. As I said, it is that time of the year when chaos can be a good thing. From the cracks in the universe we find special gifts like pearls. I shall go with the flow now… so have a good August… stay hopeful. Hopeful for months to come.

The Pearl image I created when I originally read The Chemical Wedding of Christian Rosenkreuz…. years ago.

“And while holding the talisman of power in his hands he told his Aides that mankind was standing on the brink of the most evil epoch in the entire history of the Planet. His young subordinates did not know about the Atom Bomb which was a most closely guarded a secret at this time. They asked themselves what could be more evil than the Concentration Camps of Adolf Hitler’s defeated regime, and they wondered if their General had finally gone of his head. General Patton lift the bunker beneath Nuremberg Fortress in a sombre mood. Doom was written across the future of humanity unless human beings could live at peace with one another, and Patton could see in all clarity the danger of the new confrontation between America and Russia…Soldiers from the Third Division were standing guard outside the massive steel doors of the bunker in the Oberen Schmied Gasse when American aircraft unleashed the first atom bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The atomic age had begun.” Pg. 350 The Spear Of Destiny by Threvor Ravenscroft

 

To my lullaby surrender
Warm and tender is my breast
Mother’s arms with love caressing
Lay their blessing on your rest
Nothing shall tonight alarm you
None shall harm you, have no fear
Lie contented, calmly slumber
On your mother’s breast, my dear

Here tonight I tightly hold you
And enfold you while you sleep
Why, I wonder, are you smiling
Smiling in your slumber deep?
Are the angels on you smiling
And beguiling you with charm
While you also smile, my blossom
In my bosom soft and warm?

Have no fear now, leaves are knocking
Gently knocking at our door
Have no fear now, waves are beating
Gently beating on the shore
Sleep, my darling, none shall harm you
Nor alarm you, never cry
In my bosom sweetly smiling
And beguiling those on high

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

 

The Daily “FUCK” Gazette Vol. Two , Number 1. good vibrations

Flopside comics is proud to continue on the next volume of ten editions of “FUCK” Gazettes.  “Fart News” is the smelly echo of the word that is heard around the world. Volume two number one is a reflective piece of fart journalism. A dualistic pause from the past into the present political drama ! Yes, here at FLopside comics we memorise quotes of our dear friend Thomas Paine.  His good vibrations are close around. His words echo in the moments of history that still speak to the noble of mind and heart. Pity the other fool that talks of truths…which he doesn’t even come close to saying in all his “tweetrums,” in fact Trump is an asshole… so there you go… that is fart news at it’s best. So go blow one and remember to be more than an asshole.

monarch butterfly…

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Are you willing to take the long soul’s journey to be the best you can be?

Today I was reading my weekly astrological update! It seems the world powers are continuing their power games! As an individual I feel karma pressure personally!
Today I saw a monarch butterfly riding through the air in my backyard. Took my mind back to Pacific Grove California. The festival of the Monarchs is celebrated there every year!  I love the ocean and coastal region there. Where the ocean, hills and streams meet.
I am going to keep lite on my feet the next few months. Like the monarch butterfly! Grateful for the good things in life and contradicting, at least trying to, the power drama and political drama! The heat burns like a purifying sweat lodge!

I focus on love and cling to the cool breeze of the monarch butterfly !

Thousands of Monarchs in Pacific Grove, CA

http://www.hareinthemoonastrology.co.uk/astrologer/1/psychotherapist-master-nlp-coach.html

http://www.cityofpacificgrove.org/

 

POTENTIAL QUESTIONS THE BUTTERFLY ASKS What is your attitude towards change? How does that influence your life? Can you accept who and where you are? If not, do you believe you can change it? If so, how will you react to the inevitable changes to come? Do you believe in your greater good? Can you allow good to flow naturally into your life? Are you willing to take the long soul’s journey to be the best you can be?

Odes, Tigris And Euphrates

(I found the poem below, a poem of peace and beauty…for the wars that rage there now…. I feel this poem is good to read aloud. Oh peace be there…. terrible war machines… lovey land…  )

Each thought you sound through your soft verse
I replay them to my ear
and each next line is to the first
a melody sweet to hear
as the seamless words flow with grace
they are whispered on my tongue,
you teach them all to mind their place
then commingle when their sung.
A simple truth needs complex care
colored waves complete in white
then what this simple truth I share
has no product, has no right,
on what rare tree does your fruit grow
as it stands between the two,
where Tigris and Euphrates flow
what I write, I write to you.

Envisioning your length, your reach
as you channel to the last
tributaries you seal and breach;
yet, forever in your grasp,
upon the apron of your lakes
can I but embrace them all
then nothing more my heart forsakes
as your fruit begins to fall.
Between the rhythms of your waves
life implants her tender seed
through sunlight’s procreating rays
each flowering plant will feed,
upon their leaves they drink the dew
which escapes the breath of night
within their hearts the nectar pools
and transforms the banished light.

What ancient land divides the two?
What history of her art?
Mesopotamia, to you
wedged between where rivers start
and flow their course, their race to sea
then empty with a searing toll
pins the basin with their mighty
surge and fills your Persian soul.

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/odes-tigris-and-euphrates/