Jung and the image

That is what we usually neglect to do. We allow the images to rise up, and maybe we wonder about them, but that is all. We do not take the trouble to understand them, let alone draw ethical conclusions from them. This stopping-short conjures up the negative effects of the unconscious. It is equally a grave mistake to think that it is enough to gain some understanding of the images and that knowledge can here make a halt. Insight into them must be converted into an ethical obligation. Not to do so it to fall prey to the power principle and this produces dangerous effects which are destructive not only to others but even to the knower. The images of the unconscious place a great responsibility upon a man. Failure to understand them, or a shirking of ethical responsibility, deprives him of his wholeness and imposes a painful fragmentariness of his life.

C.G. Jung: Memories, Dreams, Reflections, Confrontations with the Unconscious Pg. 192-193.

I have worked with the above image for thirteen years. Along with the quote by Jung, I have tried to creatively work with this image… It came twice to me and in different forms. The one to view as part of this essay is the first one. I have researched the image and have a great amount of insight into it. The image is a female presence and is holding something. What my focus is on is the cauldron. A cauldron takes on many mythological meanings. It is not until today that I sense that a name possible can be placed upon this whole figure. Both times I viewed this image I saw it in an in-between place. While looking outside a widow in my apartment, and seeing it reflected in the widow. There was nothing in the apartment or outside to create such an image. This is the place of the void or unknown or the unconscious projecting as an image.The second time I saw a similar female figure but she was holding a smaller caldron and also a large staff.  I viewed this image upon the ceiling while visiting a chiropractor for my health.The image was above me and transparently formed as she transfixed my view. From both of these images I created a stencil and printed them on paper.My goal is to listen to the teaching and advice of Jung on this matter. I hold true to the ethical obligation to this image and sharing it as well.I feel an overwhelming creativity happening now. Is it the full moon or the eclipse of Venus that is on my horizon? I think it might be something of Black Moon Lilith. Is she offering this caldron of the archaic feminine to me in understanding the depth within my shadow? My shadow is in the form of this image. Working on acknowledging the shadow in me and in others is something that I hope to understand more deeply… and maybe this image is whispering the way. The now…what a creative time it is!!


Krater (mixing Vessel)

The vessel of spiritual transformation

In the writing of Poimandres (a pagan gnostic) the Krater was a vessel filled with the spirit, which the creator-god sent down to earth so that those who strove for higher  consciousness might be baptized in it. It was a kind of uterus of spiritual renewal and rebirth and corresponded to the alchemical vase in which transformation of substances took place. The parallel to this in Carl Jung’s psychology is the inner transformation process known as individuation.

I have a little book that I wrote the above quote in some thirty years ago. This quote came to mind upon seeing  this Krater at the Getty Museum. Funny after all these years that this quote and this vase or vessel come together. It is something that I have consciously been alerted too. This is synchronicity learning that has a life of its own. In all I feel quite happy.

“Ho-hum” a day at the J. Paul Getty…not so!

The J. Paul Getty Museum is a few miles from where I live. We decided to take our 11-year-old to the museum.  My husband asked me, “How about going to the orientation offered at the museum, or how about a tour?” Then my son said, “I just want to explore!” This is what we did, we explored the museum.  The first room soon made my son aware of nudity. A change has happened , he now was aware of the penis on a statue. He laughed and giggled at first. I then quick and calmly  added with motherly wisdom, “Shyane this is art get use  to it!” As the day evolved he became quite agreeable with the nude figures and all was well. I knew in my heart he reached a cross over from young child to a place of maturity. He no longer  lets me see him naked. With the loss of innocence comes an awareness of the mind.  We were soon greeted by a statue of Mercury. Caduceus in hand we refer to him as Hermes Trismegistus and  he welcomes us to the exploration of the museum.  We walked throughout the museum.

we filled our intellects as well as our souls.

A Mantis Carol by Laurens Van Der Post

“In a sense you’re right. I think there is a way in which both black and white did regard the Bushman in his natural state as a kind of wild animal.”

But to do justice even to the unjust, as we are bound to do, I regret, if we are ever to understand this horrible business, by “taming”, they meant becoming “civilized” in the sense the term held for them at the time”

~ Laurens Van Der Post

I was given this book by  my older brother Greg. He knew I was into the little insect called the Praying Mantis.  A Mantis Carol is a deep, slow-moving and intense story about so many interesting elements of nature, a man,  a woman and a Bushman.  One becomes aware that the Praying Mantis is always lurking about in this story. This is not a lighthearted book but asks some extremely deep esoteric questions. It contains beautifully written words that bring forth images of nature..