Sunday 26 June 2011
Friday 24 June 2011
The Flies in the Market-place. [Nietzsche]
Flee, my friend, into thy solitude!
I see thee deafened with the noise of the great men, and stung all over with the stings of the little ones.
Admirably do forest and rock know how to be silent with thee.
Resemble again the tree which thou lovest, the broad-branched one--silently and attentively it o'erhangeth the sea.
Where solitude endeth, there beginneth the market-place; and where the market-place beginneth, there beginneth also the noise of the great actors, and the buzzing of the poison-flies.
In the world even the best things are worthless without those who represent them: those representers, the people call great men.
Little do the people understand what is great--that is to say, the creating agency.
But they have a taste for all representers and actors of great things.
Around the devisers of new values revolveth the world:--invisibly it revolveth. But around the actors revolve the people and the glory: such is the course of things.
Spirit, hath the actor, but little conscience of the spirit.
He believeth always in that wherewith he maketh believe most strongly--in HIMSELF!
Tomorrow he hath a new belief, and the day after, one still newer.
Sharp perceptions hath he, like the people, and changeable humours.
To upset--that meaneth with him to prove. To drive mad--that meaneth with him to convince. And blood is counted by him as the best of all arguments.
A truth which only glideth into fine ears, he calleth falsehood and trumpery.
Verily, he believeth only in Gods that make a great noise in the world!
Full of clattering buffoons is the market-place,--and the people glory in their great men!
These are for them the masters of the hour.
But the hour presseth them; so they press thee.
And also from thee they want Yea or Nay.
Alas! thou wouldst set thy chair betwixt For and Against?
[Thus spake Zarathustra.]
Wednesday 22 June 2011
The King of the Dark Chamber By Rabindranath Tagore
[Enter the MAD FRIEND, who sings]
Do you smile, my friends? Do you laugh, my brothers? I roam in search of the golden stag! Ah yes, the fleet-foot vision that ever eludes me!
Oh, he flits and glimpses like a flash and then is gone, the untamed rover of the wilds! Approach him and he is afar in a trice, leaving a cloud of haze and dust before thy eyes!
Yet I roam in search of the golden stag, though I may never catch him in these wilds! Oh, I roam and wander through woods and fields and nameless lands like a restless vagabond, never caring to turn my back.
You all come and buy in the marketplace and go back to your homes laden with goods and provisions: but me the wild winds of unscalable heights have touched and kissed--Oh, I know not when or where!
I have parted with my all to get what never has become mine! And yet think my moanings and my tears are for the things I thus have lost!
With a laugh and a song in my heart I have left all sorrow and grief far behind me: Oh, I roam and wander through woods and fields and nameless lands--never caring to turn my vagabond's back!
http://www.ibiblio.org/eldritch/rt/king.htm
Do you smile, my friends? Do you laugh, my brothers? I roam in search of the golden stag! Ah yes, the fleet-foot vision that ever eludes me!
Oh, he flits and glimpses like a flash and then is gone, the untamed rover of the wilds! Approach him and he is afar in a trice, leaving a cloud of haze and dust before thy eyes!
Yet I roam in search of the golden stag, though I may never catch him in these wilds! Oh, I roam and wander through woods and fields and nameless lands like a restless vagabond, never caring to turn my back.
You all come and buy in the marketplace and go back to your homes laden with goods and provisions: but me the wild winds of unscalable heights have touched and kissed--Oh, I know not when or where!
I have parted with my all to get what never has become mine! And yet think my moanings and my tears are for the things I thus have lost!
With a laugh and a song in my heart I have left all sorrow and grief far behind me: Oh, I roam and wander through woods and fields and nameless lands--never caring to turn my vagabond's back!
http://www.ibiblio.org/eldritch/rt/king.htm
Tuesday 21 June 2011
Sunday 19 June 2011
Stray Birds.....
GOD expects answers for the flowers he sends us,
not for the sun
and the earth.
27
THE light that plays, like a naked child,
among the green leaves happily knows not
that man can lie.
28
O BEAUTY,
find thyself in love,
not in the flattery of thy mirror.
From: Stray Birds
Friday 17 June 2011
Thursday 16 June 2011
Wednesday 15 June 2011
Melville's , 'Third Eye', In, 'Redburn'.
'REDBURN' , BY, HERMAN MELVILLE
[The full title is Redburn: His First Voyage: Being the Sailor-boy Confessions and Reminiscences of the Son-of-a-Gentleman, in the Merchant Service.]
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But I meant to speak about the fort.
It was a beautiful place, as I remembered it, and very wonderful and romantic, too, as it appeared to me, when I went there with my uncle.
On the side away from the water was a green grove of trees, very thick and shady; and through this grove, in a sort of twilight you came to an arch in the wall of the fort, dark as night; and going in, you groped about in long vaults, twisting and turning on every side, till at last you caught a peep of green grass and sunlight, and all at once came out in an open space in the middle of the castle.
And there you would see cows quietly grazing, or ruminating under the shade of young trees, and perhaps a calf frisking about, and trying to catch its own tail; and sheep clambering among the mossy ruins, and cropping the little tufts of grass sprouting out of the sides of the embrasures for cannon.
And once I saw a black goat with a long beard, and crumpled horns, standing with his forefeet lifted high up on the topmost parapet, and looking to sea, as if he were watching for a ship that was bringing over his cousin.
I can see him even now, and though I have changed since then, the black goat looks just the same as ever; and so I suppose he would, if I live to be as old as Methusaleh, and have as great a memory as he must have had.
Yes, the fort was a beautiful, quiet, charming spot. I should like to build a little cottage in the middle of it, and live there all my life.
It was noon-day when I was there, in the month of June, and there was little wind to stir the trees, and every thing looked as if it was waiting for something, and the sky overhead was blue as my mother’s eye, and I was so glad and happy then.
But I must not think of those delightful days, before my father became a bankrupt, and died, and we removed from the city; for when I think of those days, something rises up in my throat and almost strangles me.
[REDBURN, CH7]
Melville, recalls, the bliss-ful, days of Youth.
This, Superb Writer, combines, elements, of, 'memory', and, 'emotion', to graphically, describe, His, 'SELF'.
What a description! A, 'Fort'!, 'Noon-day', in ,'June', in, NYC, USA.
As may be seen, this creative giant, has, 'unconsciously', opened, his , 'Third Eye!', yet..his early, Biblical knowledge, shines through!
[Methusaleh!].
He, unconsciously, has seen, him-self. This, is ,an, imperishable 'vision', the very centre, of his being.
The 'Fort', is his stronghold, and refuge, it ,is,, also, geometric,[ie,'Mandala'] symbolism!
Melville, is for me, the greatest, of the , 'Transcendent', writers, of the, 'New England School'. But ,all, his, later works, spring, from this, 'centre'.
Unfortunately, life, is no Picnic!, and, harsh, reality, soon threatens , to, 'strangle' , his, youthful optimism!
for more, on ,'Animal Chakra's..' see..http://www.whats-your-sign.com/chakra-animal-symbols.html
From a ,'Jungian', perspective....
[The full title is Redburn: His First Voyage: Being the Sailor-boy Confessions and Reminiscences of the Son-of-a-Gentleman, in the Merchant Service.]
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But I meant to speak about the fort.
It was a beautiful place, as I remembered it, and very wonderful and romantic, too, as it appeared to me, when I went there with my uncle.
On the side away from the water was a green grove of trees, very thick and shady; and through this grove, in a sort of twilight you came to an arch in the wall of the fort, dark as night; and going in, you groped about in long vaults, twisting and turning on every side, till at last you caught a peep of green grass and sunlight, and all at once came out in an open space in the middle of the castle.
And there you would see cows quietly grazing, or ruminating under the shade of young trees, and perhaps a calf frisking about, and trying to catch its own tail; and sheep clambering among the mossy ruins, and cropping the little tufts of grass sprouting out of the sides of the embrasures for cannon.
And once I saw a black goat with a long beard, and crumpled horns, standing with his forefeet lifted high up on the topmost parapet, and looking to sea, as if he were watching for a ship that was bringing over his cousin.
I can see him even now, and though I have changed since then, the black goat looks just the same as ever; and so I suppose he would, if I live to be as old as Methusaleh, and have as great a memory as he must have had.
Yes, the fort was a beautiful, quiet, charming spot. I should like to build a little cottage in the middle of it, and live there all my life.
It was noon-day when I was there, in the month of June, and there was little wind to stir the trees, and every thing looked as if it was waiting for something, and the sky overhead was blue as my mother’s eye, and I was so glad and happy then.
But I must not think of those delightful days, before my father became a bankrupt, and died, and we removed from the city; for when I think of those days, something rises up in my throat and almost strangles me.
[REDBURN, CH7]
 | Third Eye - Ajna | Black antelope | Explore inner realms. Journeying. Trust. Vision. Truth. | I guide |
Melville, recalls, the bliss-ful, days of Youth.
This, Superb Writer, combines, elements, of, 'memory', and, 'emotion', to graphically, describe, His, 'SELF'.
What a description! A, 'Fort'!, 'Noon-day', in ,'June', in, NYC, USA.
As may be seen, this creative giant, has, 'unconsciously', opened, his , 'Third Eye!', yet..his early, Biblical knowledge, shines through!
[Methusaleh!].
He, unconsciously, has seen, him-self. This, is ,an, imperishable 'vision', the very centre, of his being.
The 'Fort', is his stronghold, and refuge, it ,is,, also, geometric,[ie,'Mandala'] symbolism!
Melville, is for me, the greatest, of the , 'Transcendent', writers, of the, 'New England School'. But ,all, his, later works, spring, from this, 'centre'.
Unfortunately, life, is no Picnic!, and, harsh, reality, soon threatens , to, 'strangle' , his, youthful optimism!
for more, on ,'Animal Chakra's..' see..http://www.whats-your-sign.com/chakra-animal-symbols.html
From a ,'Jungian', perspective....
Melville's Moby Dick - An American Nekyia (Studies in Jungian Psychology By Jungian Analysts)
E F Edinger.
[available at Amazon]
Monday 13 June 2011
Poem From a Harley Davidson Ad
If I had my life to live over,
I'd try to make more mistakes next time.
I would relax.
I would be sillier than I have been this trip.
I know of very few things I would take seriously. I would take more chances.
I would take more trips.
I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers and watch more sunsets.
I would eat more ice cream and less beans.
I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I am one of those people who live prophylactically and sanely and sensibly,
Hour after hour, day after day.
Oh, I have had my moments and, if I had to do it over again, I'd have more of them.
In fact, I'd try to have nothing else. Just moments, one after another.
If I had my life to live over,
I would start bare-footed earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.
I would play hooky more.
would ride on more merry-go-rounds
I'd pick more daisies.
I'd try to make more mistakes next time.
I would relax.
I would be sillier than I have been this trip.
I know of very few things I would take seriously. I would take more chances.
I would take more trips.
I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers and watch more sunsets.
I would eat more ice cream and less beans.
I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I am one of those people who live prophylactically and sanely and sensibly,
Hour after hour, day after day.
Oh, I have had my moments and, if I had to do it over again, I'd have more of them.
In fact, I'd try to have nothing else. Just moments, one after another.
If I had my life to live over,
I would start bare-footed earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.
I would play hooky more.
would ride on more merry-go-rounds
I'd pick more daisies.
Sunday 12 June 2011
Look! We Have Come Through! by D. H. Lawrence
The little river twittering in the twilight
The wan, wandering look of the pale sky,
This is almost bliss.
And everything shut up and gone to sleep,
All the troubles and anxieties and pain,
Gone under the twilight.
Only the twilight now, and the soft 'Sh!'of the river
That will last forever.
And at last I know my love for you is here;
I can see it all, it is whole like the twilight,
It is large, so large, I could not see it before,
Because of the little lights and flickers and interruptions,
Troubles, anxieties and pains.
You are the call and I am the answer,
You are the wish and I am the fulfillment,
You are the night and I the day.
What else? It is perfect enough,
It is perfectly complete,
You and I,
What more-?
Strange how we suffer in spite of this
The wan, wandering look of the pale sky,
This is almost bliss.
And everything shut up and gone to sleep,
All the troubles and anxieties and pain,
Gone under the twilight.
Only the twilight now, and the soft 'Sh!'of the river
That will last forever.
And at last I know my love for you is here;
I can see it all, it is whole like the twilight,
It is large, so large, I could not see it before,
Because of the little lights and flickers and interruptions,
Troubles, anxieties and pains.
You are the call and I am the answer,
You are the wish and I am the fulfillment,
You are the night and I the day.
What else? It is perfect enough,
It is perfectly complete,
You and I,
What more-?
Strange how we suffer in spite of this
Saturday 11 June 2011
Tyger,Tyger...
The Tyger
Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
William Blake.
Friday 10 June 2011
The Swan.
Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?
Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air -
An armful of white blossoms,
A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,
Biting the air with its black beak?
Did you hear it, fluting and whistling
A shrill dark music - like the rain pelting the trees - like a waterfall
Knifing down the black ledges?
And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds -
A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feet
Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?
- Mary Oliver
Wednesday 8 June 2011
Tikki Tikki Tembo
- Once upon a time in faraway China there lived two brothers, one named Sam, and one named Tikki Tikki Tembo No Sarimbo Hari Kari Bushkie Perry Pem Do Hai Kai Pom Pom Nikki No Meeno Dom Barako.
"What?" cried the mother, "Sam has fallen into the well? Run and tell father!"
Together they ran to the father and cried, "Quick, Sam has fallen into the well. What shall we do?"
"Sam has fallen into the well?" cried the father. "Run and tell the gardner!"
Then they all ran to the gardner and shouted, "Quick, Sam has fallen into the well. What shall we do?"
"Sam has fallen into the well?" cried the gardner, and then he quickly fetched a ladder and pulled the poor boy from the well, who was wet and cold and frightened, and ever so happy to still be alive.
Some time afterward the two brothers were again playing near the well, and this time Tikki Tikki Tembo No Sarimbo Hari Kari Bushkie Perry Pem Do Hai Kai Pom Pom Nikki No Meeno Dom Barako fell into the well, and Sam ran to his mother, shouting, "Quick, Tikki Tikki Tembo No Sarimbo Hari Kari Bushkie Perry Pem Do Hai Kai Pom Pom Nikki No Meeno Dom Barako has fallen into the well. What shall we do?"
"What?" cried the mother, "Tikki Tikki Tembo No Sarimbo Hari Kari Bushkie Perry Pem Do Hai Kai Pom Pom Nikki No Meeno Dom Barako has fallen into the well? Run and tell father!"
Together they ran to the father and cried, "Quick, Tikki Tikki Tembo No Sarimbo Hari Kari Bushkie Perry Pem Do Hai Kai Pom Pom Nikki No Meeno Dom Barako has fallen into the well. What shall we do?"
"Tikki Tikki Tembo No Sarimbo Hari Kari Bushkie Perry Pem Do Hai Kai Pom Pom Nikki No Meeno Dom Barako has fallen into the well?" cried the father. "Run and tell the gardner!"
Then they all ran to the gardner and shouted, "Quick, Tikki Tikki Tembo No Sarimbo Hari Kari Bushkie Perry Pem Do Hai Kai Pom Pom Nikki No Meeno Dom Barako has fallen into the well. What shall we do?"
"Tikki Tikki Tembo No Sarimbo Hari Kari Bushkie Perry Pem Do Hai Kai Pom Pom Nikki No Meeno Dom Barako has fallen into the well?" cried the gardner, and then he quickly fetched a ladder and pulled Tikki Tikki Tembo No Sarimbo Hari Kari Bushkie Perry Pem Do Hai Kai Pom Pom Nikki No Meeno Dom Barako from the well, but the poor boy had been in the water so long that he had drowned.
And from that time forth, the Chinese have given their children short names.
Tuesday 7 June 2011
Monday 6 June 2011
Some more Pics...
- Roads go ever ever on,
- Over rock and under tree,
- By caves where never sun has shone,
- By streams that never find the sea;
- Over snow by winter sown,
- And through the merry flowers of June,
- Over grass and over stone,
- And under mountains in the moon.
- Roads go ever ever on
- Under cloud and under star,
- Yet feet that wandering have gone
- Turn at last to home afar.
- Eyes that fire and sword have seen
- And horror in the halls of stone
- Look at last on meadows green
- And trees and hills they long have known.
- [The Hobbit]
Saturday 4 June 2011
'Individuation', in 'The Hobbit'[Tolkien]
[wikipedia]
This journey of maturation, where Bilbo gains a clear sense of identity and confidence in the outside world, may be seen as a Bildungsroman rather than a traditional quest.[61]
The Jungian concept of individuation is also reflected through this theme of growing maturity and capability, with the author contrasting Bilbo's personal growth against the arrested development of the dwarves.[3]
The analogue of the "underworld" and the hero returning from it with a boon (such as the ring, or Elvish blades) that benefits his society is seen to fit the mythic archetypes regarding initiation and male coming-of-age as described by Joseph Campbell.[56]
Jane Chance compares the development and growth of Bilbo against other characters to the concepts of just Kingship versus sinful kingship derived from the Ancrene Wisse (which Tolkien had written on in 1929) and a Christian understanding of Beowulf.[62]
Specific plot elements and features in The Hobbit that show similarities to Beowulf include Bilbo's title thief, the underground path into the mountain, and Smaug's personality which leads to the destruction of Laketown.[63]
The overcoming of greed and selfishness has been seen as the central moral of the story.[64]
Whilst greed is a recurring theme in the novel, with many of the episodes stemming from one or more of the characters' simple desire for food (be it trolls eating dwarves or dwarves eating Wood-elf fare) or a desire for beautiful objects, such as gold and jewels,[65] it is only by the Arkenstone's influence upon Thorin that greed, and its attendant vices "coveting" and "malignancy", come fully to the fore in the story and provide the moral crux of the tale.
Bilbo steals the Arkenstone—a most ancient relic of the dwarves—and attempts to ransom it to Thorin for peace. However, Thorin turns on the Hobbit as a traitor, disregarding all the promises and "at your services" he had previously bestowed.[66]
In the end Bilbo gives up the precious stone and most of his share of the treasure in order to help those in greater need.
Tolkien also explores the motif of jewels that inspire intense greed which corrupts those that covet them in the Silmarillion, and there are connections between the words "Arkenstone" and "Silmaril" in Tolkien's invented etymologies.[67]
The Hobbit employs themes of animism. An important concept in anthropology and child development, animism is the idea that all things—including inanimate objects and natural events, such as storms or purses, as well as living things like animals and plants—possess human-like intelligence. John D. Rateliff calls this the "Doctor Dolittle Theme" in The History of the Hobbit, and cites the multitude of talking animals as indicative of this theme. These talking creatures include ravens, spiders and the dragon Smaug, alongside the anthropomorphic goblins and elves. Patrick Curry notes that animism is also found in Tolkien's other works, and mentions the "roots of mountains" and "feet of trees" in The Hobbit as a linguistic shifting in level from the inanimate to animate.[68] Tolkien saw the idea of animism as closely linked to the emergence of human language and myth: "...The first men to talk of 'trees and stars' saw things very differently. To them, the world was alive with mythological beings... To them the whole of creation was "myth-woven and elf-patterned".'
Themes
The development and maturation of the protagonist, Bilbo Baggins, is central to the story.This journey of maturation, where Bilbo gains a clear sense of identity and confidence in the outside world, may be seen as a Bildungsroman rather than a traditional quest.[61]
The Jungian concept of individuation is also reflected through this theme of growing maturity and capability, with the author contrasting Bilbo's personal growth against the arrested development of the dwarves.[3]
The analogue of the "underworld" and the hero returning from it with a boon (such as the ring, or Elvish blades) that benefits his society is seen to fit the mythic archetypes regarding initiation and male coming-of-age as described by Joseph Campbell.[56]
Jane Chance compares the development and growth of Bilbo against other characters to the concepts of just Kingship versus sinful kingship derived from the Ancrene Wisse (which Tolkien had written on in 1929) and a Christian understanding of Beowulf.[62]
Specific plot elements and features in The Hobbit that show similarities to Beowulf include Bilbo's title thief, the underground path into the mountain, and Smaug's personality which leads to the destruction of Laketown.[63]
The overcoming of greed and selfishness has been seen as the central moral of the story.[64]
Whilst greed is a recurring theme in the novel, with many of the episodes stemming from one or more of the characters' simple desire for food (be it trolls eating dwarves or dwarves eating Wood-elf fare) or a desire for beautiful objects, such as gold and jewels,[65] it is only by the Arkenstone's influence upon Thorin that greed, and its attendant vices "coveting" and "malignancy", come fully to the fore in the story and provide the moral crux of the tale.
Bilbo steals the Arkenstone—a most ancient relic of the dwarves—and attempts to ransom it to Thorin for peace. However, Thorin turns on the Hobbit as a traitor, disregarding all the promises and "at your services" he had previously bestowed.[66]
In the end Bilbo gives up the precious stone and most of his share of the treasure in order to help those in greater need.
Tolkien also explores the motif of jewels that inspire intense greed which corrupts those that covet them in the Silmarillion, and there are connections between the words "Arkenstone" and "Silmaril" in Tolkien's invented etymologies.[67]
The Hobbit employs themes of animism. An important concept in anthropology and child development, animism is the idea that all things—including inanimate objects and natural events, such as storms or purses, as well as living things like animals and plants—possess human-like intelligence. John D. Rateliff calls this the "Doctor Dolittle Theme" in The History of the Hobbit, and cites the multitude of talking animals as indicative of this theme. These talking creatures include ravens, spiders and the dragon Smaug, alongside the anthropomorphic goblins and elves. Patrick Curry notes that animism is also found in Tolkien's other works, and mentions the "roots of mountains" and "feet of trees" in The Hobbit as a linguistic shifting in level from the inanimate to animate.[68] Tolkien saw the idea of animism as closely linked to the emergence of human language and myth: "...The first men to talk of 'trees and stars' saw things very differently. To them, the world was alive with mythological beings... To them the whole of creation was "myth-woven and elf-patterned".'
Friday 3 June 2011
Ego and Self [Edinger]
from "Transformation of the God-Image"[Edinger];
Another way of putting it is that the ego is in time and the self is in eternity.
The ego is the agent of the self in time ,so to speak.
When certain archetypal entities erupt into ego existence,then it is the task of the ego to embody those entities,incarnate them, and realize them as consciously as possible.
If there is little consciousnesss attached to the event, then the ego becomes the tragic victim of the archetype it is constellating.
If there is more consciousness involved, then the ego does not have to be a tragic victim!
because it knows what is happening to it.It behaves in a much different way and can mediate the archetypal pattern much differently.
You cannot be a conscious being, unless you can experience weakness and defeat[p45].
The infantile Psyche, is in a state of identity with the self, and it is in a state of inflation
.It is identified with the deity.
Very progressively,if life provides the right lessons through rejections and defeats and experiences of weakness,it gradually becomes conscious,
and you go through that cycle again and again, and each time it goes around, theres a little increase in consciousness.
The Psychology of the spoiled child short-circuits this cycle.
The childs ego-self identity goes uncorrected.
It acts out the inflation and instead of being defeated or punished, it is allowed to get away with it Pso that the cycle does not repeat itself.
Another way of putting it is that the ego is in time and the self is in eternity.
The ego is the agent of the self in time ,so to speak.
When certain archetypal entities erupt into ego existence,then it is the task of the ego to embody those entities,incarnate them, and realize them as consciously as possible.
If there is little consciousnesss attached to the event, then the ego becomes the tragic victim of the archetype it is constellating.
If there is more consciousness involved, then the ego does not have to be a tragic victim!
because it knows what is happening to it.It behaves in a much different way and can mediate the archetypal pattern much differently.
You cannot be a conscious being, unless you can experience weakness and defeat[p45].
The infantile Psyche, is in a state of identity with the self, and it is in a state of inflation
.It is identified with the deity.
Very progressively,if life provides the right lessons through rejections and defeats and experiences of weakness,it gradually becomes conscious,
and you go through that cycle again and again, and each time it goes around, theres a little increase in consciousness.
The Psychology of the spoiled child short-circuits this cycle.
The childs ego-self identity goes uncorrected.
It acts out the inflation and instead of being defeated or punished, it is allowed to get away with it Pso that the cycle does not repeat itself.
Pics
Albert Einstein
Thursday 2 June 2011
Wednesday 1 June 2011
Look to the Rose that blows about us -- "Lo
Look to the Rose that blows about us -- "Lo,
"Laughing," she says, "into the World I blow:
"At once the silken Tassel of my Purse
"Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw."
[Omar Khayyam]
"Laughing," she says, "into the World I blow:
"At once the silken Tassel of my Purse
"Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw."
[Omar Khayyam]
Nietzsche-Schopenhauer as Educator
WHEN the traveller, who had seen many countries and nations and continents, was asked what common attribute he had found everywhere existing among men, he answered,
"They have a tendency to sloth."
Many may think that the fuller truth would have been,
"They are all timid."
They hide themselves behind "manners" and "opinions."
At bottom every man knows well enough that he is a unique being, only once on this earth; and by no extraordinary chance will such a marvellously picturesque piece of diversity in unity as he is, ever be put together a second time. He knows this, but hides it like an evil conscience;—and why? From fear of his neighbour, who looks for the latest conventionalities in him, and is wrapped up in them himself.
But what is it that forces the man to fear his neighbour, to think and act with his herd, and not seek his own joy? Shyness perhaps, in a few rare cases, but in the majority it is idleness, the "taking things easily," in a word the "tendency to sloth," of which the traveller spoke.
He was right; men are more slothful than timid, and their greatest fear is of the burdens that an uncompromising honesty and nakedness of speech and action would lay on them.
It is only the artists who hate this lazy wandering in borrowed manners and ill-fitting opinions, and discover the secret of the evil conscience, the truth that each human being is a unique marvel
http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Schopenhauer_as_Educator
Schopenhauer;......
"All truth passes through three stages: First, it is ridiculed; Second, it is violently opposed; Third, it is accepted as self-evident.
"They have a tendency to sloth."
Many may think that the fuller truth would have been,
"They are all timid."
They hide themselves behind "manners" and "opinions."
At bottom every man knows well enough that he is a unique being, only once on this earth; and by no extraordinary chance will such a marvellously picturesque piece of diversity in unity as he is, ever be put together a second time. He knows this, but hides it like an evil conscience;—and why? From fear of his neighbour, who looks for the latest conventionalities in him, and is wrapped up in them himself.
But what is it that forces the man to fear his neighbour, to think and act with his herd, and not seek his own joy? Shyness perhaps, in a few rare cases, but in the majority it is idleness, the "taking things easily," in a word the "tendency to sloth," of which the traveller spoke.
He was right; men are more slothful than timid, and their greatest fear is of the burdens that an uncompromising honesty and nakedness of speech and action would lay on them.
It is only the artists who hate this lazy wandering in borrowed manners and ill-fitting opinions, and discover the secret of the evil conscience, the truth that each human being is a unique marvel
http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Schopenhauer_as_Educator
Schopenhauer;......
"All truth passes through three stages: First, it is ridiculed; Second, it is violently opposed; Third, it is accepted as self-evident.
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