If a person honestly faces the unconscious soul (without dwelling in subjective thoughts and feelings), while reflecting upon its utterances, such as dreams and spontaneous fantasies, then sooner or later the image of the self will emerge and gift the possibility of the renewal of life, a sense of meaningfulness and completeness.
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Beyond silence and storm. Awoken in or from a dream. Carry me, carry me, to a place I haven’t seen before. Lift the mask and let me see, who I am to be. Let me see, let me see. Images of the Self everywhere. Symbolism in the abyss of the mind, subconscious, still?
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Beyond silence and storm. Awoken in or from a dream, subconscious rises from shades of dark and becomes reality, swallowing, blooming, burning, ashes. The bottom cracks open, blazing, blooming, rising. Let me breath, let me breath. A blood red sun rises, shining, blinding, revealing; ruins and mountains ahead the road. Continue or flee? Carry me, carry me, to a place I haven’t seen before. Lift the mask and let me see, who I am to be. Let me see, let me see. Images of the Self everywhere. Symbolism in the abyss of the mind, subconscious, still?
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“Sometimes things, minds, people
need to change.
As there is no way for them
to stay the same.”
“The Highest Sky above,
the Inferno itself within.
The growling Hydra in front
and the Crown on my head.“
“Hoping, wanting, striving,
how much are you willing to give?
The wild games of desire and hope,
how do you plan to reach your goal?“
“Whisper, whisper,
tell me the way.
A howl in the distance,
will lead me away.”
“I know I’ve been here before,
in this storm.
Out of the box,
not fitting in a lane.
Let me breathe. “
“Standing there like an ancient god,
counting all your deeds,
still not a saint or savior for you.
Seeing blaze between the lines,
I will burn it all down
until there are plane grounds.
Justice will be served.
Balance will be found.
Harmony itself.”
“For I am I:
ergo, the truth of myself;
my own sphinx, conflict, chaos,
vortex – asymmetric to all rhythms,
oblique to all paths.
I am the prism between black and white:
mine own unison in duality.”
– Austin Osman Spare
My Decryption Paradox series continues:
After all, my opinion about sanity changed. I wonder if it ever had been more than just a convention or an agreed mode of thinking, which excluded from our view the full strangeness of the universe.
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When the Couldsailors roamed through the sky, sometimes they saw the legendary dragon of Kamahul in the distance or vaguely hidden behind clouds, a good omen and bless for their travels.
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