Quotes #327
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From House of Incest, by Anais Nin,
I know that I am dead. As soon as I utter a phrase my sincerity dies, becomes a lie whose coldness chills me. Dont say anything, because I see that you understand me, and Im afraid of your understanding I am in great terror of your understanding, by which you penetrate into my world, and then I stand revealed and I have to share my kingdom with you...
But Jeanne, fear of madness, only the fear of madness will drive us out of the precincts of our solitude, out of the sacredness of our solitude. The fear of madness will burn down the walls of our secret house and send us out into the world seeking warm contact. Worlds self-made and self-nourished are so full of ghosts and monsters...
If only we could all escape from this house of incest, where we only love ourselves in the other. but none of us could bear to pass through the tunnel which led from the house into the world on the other side of the walls We could not believe that the tunnel would open on daylight The tunnel would narrow and taper down as we walked. It would close around us, and close tighter, and tighter and suffocate us as we walked. Yet we knew that beyond the house of incest there was daylight, and none of us could walk towards it
We all looked now at the dancer who stood at the center of the room dancing the dance of the woman with no arms Her dancing was isolated and separated from music and from us and from the room and from life She danced, laughing and singing and breathing all for herself. She danced her fears, stopping in the center of every dance to listen to reproaches that we could not hear, or bowing to applause that we did not make. She was listening to a music we could not hear, moved by hallucinations we could not see. My arms were taken away from me, she said. I was punished for clinging. I clung. I clutched all those I loved, I clutched at the lovely moments of life, my hands closed upon every full hour. My arms were always tight and craving to embrace. I wanted to embrace and hold the light, the wind, the sun, the night, the whole world. I wanted to caress, to heal, to rock, to lull, to surround, to encompass. And I strained and I held so much that they broke, they broke away from me... Everything eluded me then. I was condemned not to hold. Trembling and shaking she stood looking at her arms now streched before her again
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From We by Robert Johnson.
Carl Jung had a special name for this aspect of our psyche; he called it anima. Anima literally means soul in Latin, for Jung discovered that anima personifies that part of the psyche that we have always called the soul. Iseult the Fair appears constantly in the dreams and myths of men, often as a figure of superhuman beauty and divine significance. This is the part of himself that Tristan sees in Iseult in the moment after he drinks of the potion. A man feels that in her he will find the meaning of his life, find completeness, wholeness, and ecstatic experience. The feminine principle within a man is above all a principle of relatedness; but anima delivers a man over to a special kind of relatedness: She personifies a mans capacity to relate to his own inner self, to the interior realm of his own pysche and to the unconscious. Curiously, she pulls him away from human relatedness, just as she pulls Tristan away from his human loyalty to his uncle and from his sense of duty and obligation. At a certain level of our evolution, our relatedness to our soul and our relatedness to our human, personal world are in deadly conflict.
Before a masculine ego makes peace with the feminine, before it makes a marriage of the opposites, it first has to do battle with the Morholt. A man must first protect himself against the raw power plays of the inner feminine. He must develop enough masculine ego strength so that he can approach the powerful inner feminine on equal terms Many western people caught up in misunderstanding of eastern religions or philosophy, make an ideal of getting rid of the ego. We need to understand that the ego is absolutely necessary, it has a vital role to play in the great drama of evolving consciousness After Tristans wonderful victory over the Morholt, there is great rejoicing. We remember that the people shouted with joy, the bells sounded to proclaim the victory. This is what goes on inside a man when he overcomes the Morholt and thus wins his masculininity; there is a great feeling of liberation, of triumph over the forces that would have made him week or dependent. But even as a man rejoices, he is already defeated: the poison barb is in him What cruel destiny stabs Tristan with the poisoned barb. It is required to get Tristan to Ireland. Without it, Tristan will never go to Iseult the Fair. Without it, Tristan will simply return to the one-sided patriarchal mentality of Cornwall, congratulating himself on his masculine superiority, and never think of approaching the feminine again. The poison barb shows us that there is no final victory over the inner feminine: In every victory there will be a poisoned barb, defeat seeping through his veins even as he celebrates. This is what forces a man finally to drop his arrogance and go voluntarily to the feminine Tristan shows us how to surrender at the right time and in the right way. He lays aside his sword, puts himself in a boat without sail or oar, takes only his harp, and casts himself adrift on the sea. There comes a time in life when a mans ego doesnt have the answers. He doesnt know enough; he doesnt have the resources needed to resolve an impossible situation. Wherever Tristan searched, no one in cornwall could heal his sickness. At such times a man must relinquish control He needs to give himself over to the unconscious and drift with its tides until he finds an island of new consciousness for that era of his life One of the great strengths of the inner feminine is the ability to let go, to give up ego control, to stop trying to control the people and the situation, to turn the situation over to fate and wait on the natural flow of the universe. To give up the oar and sail means to drop personal control and give onself over to the will of God. To leave the sword means to stop trying to understand by intellect or logic, to stop trying to force things... We see tristan cast upon the sea. We hear the sound of a harp floating above the waves. Drawn by a power that is high above the understanding of his ego, with no human chart to guide him, tristan comes at last to Ireland. And there Iseult awaits him.
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Even Buddha is lost in this land
The immensity
Takes us all with it, pulverizes & takes us in
Bodhidharma came from the west
Coyote met him
- Diane Di Prima
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From House of Incest, by Anais Nin,
I know that I am dead. As soon as I utter a phrase my sincerity dies, becomes a lie whose coldness chills me. Dont say anything, because I see that you understand me, and Im afraid of your understanding I am in great terror of your understanding, by which you penetrate into my world, and then I stand revealed and I have to share my kingdom with you...
But Jeanne, fear of madness, only the fear of madness will drive us out of the precincts of our solitude, out of the sacredness of our solitude. The fear of madness will burn down the walls of our secret house and send us out into the world seeking warm contact. Worlds self-made and self-nourished are so full of ghosts and monsters...
If only we could all escape from this house of incest, where we only love ourselves in the other. but none of us could bear to pass through the tunnel which led from the house into the world on the other side of the walls We could not believe that the tunnel would open on daylight The tunnel would narrow and taper down as we walked. It would close around us, and close tighter, and tighter and suffocate us as we walked. Yet we knew that beyond the house of incest there was daylight, and none of us could walk towards it
We all looked now at the dancer who stood at the center of the room dancing the dance of the woman with no arms Her dancing was isolated and separated from music and from us and from the room and from life She danced, laughing and singing and breathing all for herself. She danced her fears, stopping in the center of every dance to listen to reproaches that we could not hear, or bowing to applause that we did not make. She was listening to a music we could not hear, moved by hallucinations we could not see. My arms were taken away from me, she said. I was punished for clinging. I clung. I clutched all those I loved, I clutched at the lovely moments of life, my hands closed upon every full hour. My arms were always tight and craving to embrace. I wanted to embrace and hold the light, the wind, the sun, the night, the whole world. I wanted to caress, to heal, to rock, to lull, to surround, to encompass. And I strained and I held so much that they broke, they broke away from me... Everything eluded me then. I was condemned not to hold. Trembling and shaking she stood looking at her arms now streched before her again
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From We by Robert Johnson.
Carl Jung had a special name for this aspect of our psyche; he called it anima. Anima literally means soul in Latin, for Jung discovered that anima personifies that part of the psyche that we have always called the soul. Iseult the Fair appears constantly in the dreams and myths of men, often as a figure of superhuman beauty and divine significance. This is the part of himself that Tristan sees in Iseult in the moment after he drinks of the potion. A man feels that in her he will find the meaning of his life, find completeness, wholeness, and ecstatic experience. The feminine principle within a man is above all a principle of relatedness; but anima delivers a man over to a special kind of relatedness: She personifies a mans capacity to relate to his own inner self, to the interior realm of his own pysche and to the unconscious. Curiously, she pulls him away from human relatedness, just as she pulls Tristan away from his human loyalty to his uncle and from his sense of duty and obligation. At a certain level of our evolution, our relatedness to our soul and our relatedness to our human, personal world are in deadly conflict.
Before a masculine ego makes peace with the feminine, before it makes a marriage of the opposites, it first has to do battle with the Morholt. A man must first protect himself against the raw power plays of the inner feminine. He must develop enough masculine ego strength so that he can approach the powerful inner feminine on equal terms Many western people caught up in misunderstanding of eastern religions or philosophy, make an ideal of getting rid of the ego. We need to understand that the ego is absolutely necessary, it has a vital role to play in the great drama of evolving consciousness After Tristans wonderful victory over the Morholt, there is great rejoicing. We remember that the people shouted with joy, the bells sounded to proclaim the victory. This is what goes on inside a man when he overcomes the Morholt and thus wins his masculininity; there is a great feeling of liberation, of triumph over the forces that would have made him week or dependent. But even as a man rejoices, he is already defeated: the poison barb is in him What cruel destiny stabs Tristan with the poisoned barb. It is required to get Tristan to Ireland. Without it, Tristan will never go to Iseult the Fair. Without it, Tristan will simply return to the one-sided patriarchal mentality of Cornwall, congratulating himself on his masculine superiority, and never think of approaching the feminine again. The poison barb shows us that there is no final victory over the inner feminine: In every victory there will be a poisoned barb, defeat seeping through his veins even as he celebrates. This is what forces a man finally to drop his arrogance and go voluntarily to the feminine Tristan shows us how to surrender at the right time and in the right way. He lays aside his sword, puts himself in a boat without sail or oar, takes only his harp, and casts himself adrift on the sea. There comes a time in life when a mans ego doesnt have the answers. He doesnt know enough; he doesnt have the resources needed to resolve an impossible situation. Wherever Tristan searched, no one in cornwall could heal his sickness. At such times a man must relinquish control He needs to give himself over to the unconscious and drift with its tides until he finds an island of new consciousness for that era of his life One of the great strengths of the inner feminine is the ability to let go, to give up ego control, to stop trying to control the people and the situation, to turn the situation over to fate and wait on the natural flow of the universe. To give up the oar and sail means to drop personal control and give onself over to the will of God. To leave the sword means to stop trying to understand by intellect or logic, to stop trying to force things... We see tristan cast upon the sea. We hear the sound of a harp floating above the waves. Drawn by a power that is high above the understanding of his ego, with no human chart to guide him, tristan comes at last to Ireland. And there Iseult awaits him.
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Even Buddha is lost in this land
The immensity
Takes us all with it, pulverizes & takes us in
Bodhidharma came from the west
Coyote met him
- Diane Di Prima