Carl Jung Quote from his book Memories, Dreams, Reflections

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While riding the trail of my thoughts and goals I came upon a post that says that “blogging is a waste of time.” I do not agree with this point of view. Which takes me back to my obligation. Also, I get pulled into reconsidering my work as a writer.

Do I write for free, or do I write to help and join in? I want to write with value, integrity, and financial gain. I like getting paid for my work. So, this year I will decline writing for free for others.

Yet here I write to promote and express my dreams on my blog. I may find ways to author my own books on subjects from the past, present or future, but not for free anymore.

I am not asking for freelance pay as so much per word but something that makes me feel valued and appreciated for my expertise and experience. Thanks

“… to do something for its own sake and not for the sake of another human being – runs counter to feminine nature and often can be achieved only with effort.”

I often wonder why I write and create at all: for whom and why? I struggle with this.  As I am sure all individuals that create do. I mean who cares? I love Carl Jung because he supports the individual’s pursuit in becoming aware and becoming whole. He does this for each individual his magic touches.

He gave meaning out of the chaos of my life and put me on the right path; towards or from the darkness or light. The quote below wakes me to my responsibility to my ethical obligation.

I see him as an elder or father. For years now his books have been on my shelves waiting for me to hold them and reflect on the words of a wise friend and counselor.

    “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 conclusion 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 is to fall prey to the power principle and this produces  dangerous effects which are destructive not only to others but even to the knower.

These 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.”

Scatter the mold, of duality!

 Dystopia! is the vision of a society that is the opposite of utopia.


Often from nowhere a quote from a book emerges from the underworld of my mind. It nags me. It bullies me to come forth in some profound way into the life that I am living. It is not my original thought but a thought of some other writer. The quote has become a part of me. Fermenting for years until a time when the ripening of its identity needs to be expressed. One such quote now comes forth when I think upon what is possible between dystopia and utopia, which is the paradox of all possibilities.

Polarity, polarity, and polarity I am so fucking sick of polarity. 

Just see that we have a sun and a moon is enough to affirm this type of thinking. One can look at the United States Government as part of this as well. Two parties meet to have a dialogue of ideas are now creating a world of dystopia in the minds of we the people; we the people a utopian ideal.

Here is the paradox the place of real possibly. We the people need to think outside the box, we need to realize that polarity thinking forces us into a dystopia-utopia reality.

The particular quote that has come to mind is this:

Chiron teaches us the philosophical perspective and the perspective that our wildness, which may put us outside the status quo, may be our wisdom.


The quote is from Astrology Beyond Ego by Tim Lyons. I have not looked at the book for quite some time. Understanding astronomy and applying astrology is beyond duality. It is a place of the profound and the magical, where perfection and imperfection function in a new way beyond duality.

You can call it magic, wisdom, spirituality, esoteric, mythology, or good politics. It is beyond heart and mind thinking because it is reasoning that moves through the solar plexus and the small and large intestines, as well as the womb in women.

It is intuition and our gut feelings and is powerfully creative. Here is where acquired knowledge and experience blends into knowing. Where synchronicity blows through us, the world, and the universe and into a book into a mind and out again.

This is where mythologies can be activated into a culture creatively through its archetypes. This is where we the people can come together collectively and effect change in our dystopia like government and our world.

Welcome to earth! Here patterns and rhythms and circular forms are the continuity of nature. Marking seasons of life and death every day between a dystopia-utopia reality, but for some, being wild and acting outrageous, is a way to break the hold, and scatter the mold, of duality and perfectionism.


Rain: hopeful green from water…

On the stage it is always now; the personages are standing on that razor edge, between the past and the future, which is the essential character of conscious being; the words are rising to their lips in immediate spontaneity  The theater is supremely fitted to say; “Behold! These things are”  The Razors Edge by W. Somerset M.

My own mind is my own church

“The more unnatural any thing is, the more is it capable of becoming the object of dismal admiration… But if objects for gratitude and admiration are our desire, do they not present themselves every hour to our eyes?

Do we not see a fair creation prepared to receive us the instant we were born-a world furnished to our hands that cost us nothing? Is it we that light up the sun; that pour down the rain; and fill the earth with abundance?

Whether we sleep or wake, the vast machinery of the universe still goes on. Are this thing, and the blessings they indicate in future, nothing to us?

Can our gross feelings be excited by no other subjects than tragedy and suicide? Or is the gloomy pride of man become so intolerable, that nothing can flatter it but a sacrifice of the Creator?”

Mom’s Rose Watercolor by Hudley Flipside

The above quote is written by Thomas Paine taken from his pamphlet The Age Of Reason. It is in reference to his ideas of Christianity as a mythology. In this time of “prepping” for the end of the world, I find myself comforted by the words of Thomas Paine.

What a brilliant and honest mind. His unique innocence is clothed as an adult with a knowing that prevails in his writing,  as he writes,

“My own mind is my own church.”  

If anything is to come in the days ahead , I hope like Paine, that we as human beings will let go of our religious mythologies.

If not forever, maybe for a while. See the real world around us as the continuity of nature. That feelings of love and acts of integrity and honesty are the best that we have to share with each other. To be grateful for a drink of water or a smile from a friend or child.

We are our own church and we hold our own truths;  it can be a beautiful childlike innocence-a purity of our childhood that is ever-growing with us into our adulthood as something honorable.  We are our visions and our inspirations.