The Jungian Aion

I finally feel myself settling into my new home.
The slower pace of nature has taken root in me, and the city’s noise is becoming a fading memory.
The clearest sign of this settling is how much more fruitful I’ve become.
I pray it’s only the beginning.

Life seems to be asking me to cross the creative and intellectual thresholds I have reached so far. I hope to meet that call with grace, discipline, and patience.

Winter is here.
Rain, storms, fog.
Coats, scarves, furnace.
It fills me with soft joy and gratitude.
Waking up to this weather brings back the feeling of childhood days,
a storm outside, a fever keeping me home from school.
A stillness.
No schoolyard or family drama.
Just me, by myself, discovering my beloved solitude, the inner warmth of relaxing into my being.

I have this sense that introverts bloom in winter and extroverts in summer.
When the weather turns harsh, it's obvious that inside is the place to be.

In my relationship with the unconscious, I am asked to share more of myself and my journey through writing, music, video, the body, and personal and group meetings.
I humbly accept.
I hope to answer this call, cross the creative threshold I am at, create more beautiful and insightful work, and offer myself and what wants to come through me more fully.

Here is one act in that direction,
a video where I recite a poem from my heart,
carried by the slow, improvising pulse of the bass,
born from winter solitude in my new home:
https://youtu.be/7wfa2UrrWd4

*When the Flood Comes, Trust the Sign*

The source of all sound,
The root of every symbol,
Where is it coming from?

Within?
Without?

A wound in the dark,
The starting point,
A thickening skin,
A primal doubt.

Voices
Asking for time,
Shaping tears and mud
Into vessels~
Divine.

A red serpent,
A white dove.
Choices~
Dive or climb,
Face the coming flood,
Trust the sign.

We walk a thin line,
Offering our blood
As impulse
In a spiral design~
Where we are truly loved
By one hidden pulse,
Indivisible,
Beating in your soul
And mine.

---> https://youtu.be/7wfa2UrrWd4

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Celebrity is not just a social phenomenon. It is a psychological one. A contemporary theater where the collective explores persona, shadow, and the hunger for eternal youth.

At the center is the persona. The mask through which we meet the world. An archetype of social adaptation. An interface between individual and collective life. Jung warns us, The persona is “only a mask of the collective psyche” that “feigns individuality.”

Celebrity intensifies this dynamic. The mask becomes culturally worshiped. The public mask is seen as the essence of a person. The role is mistaken for the soul.

This is why celebrities can feel numinous and disposable at the same time. They become screens for millions of projections. Idealization, desire, envy, condemnation. The person embodies a collective, archetypal role, shaped by the group's shared fantasy.

Modern media is the new mythic stage. Television and the internet function as pseudo-ritual spaces. They carry deep psychological and spiritual meaning. They make us feel numb if we give up our inner lives to the glow of the screen.

Celebrity thrives today because a culture needs symbolic carriers for archetypal motifs. Figures who embody shared emotion and aspiration. Success and failure. Redemption and downfall. When traditional spiritual and cultural containers break, the archetypal field of significant symbols, the lifeblood of our psyches, migrates to new and unstable containers.

We are sold a lifestyle and a self through bodies, faces, and stories that look like living ideals. The consumer fantasy and the celebrity persona reinforce each other. Identity starts to feel like something to acquire, rather than something to grow. This is the industry of fast food for the soul.

The archetype of the puer aeternus, or eternal youth, offers a clearer perspective on the situation. Popular media becomes a stage for the refusal of adulthood. A cult of youth worship. A relentless machine offering recipes for standing out through objects, styles, and images.

Celebrity mania belongs to this adolescent current. A mix of vicarious pleasure, punishment, and fear of depth complexity, and maturity. From this angle, celebrity culture becomes a collective pact with eternal adolescence. The public both worships and punishes the famous figure. As if the star must enact our forbidden impulses. And then suffer for them. So the rest of us can remain innocent. Or at least feel that we are. We worship and sacrifice those who successfully become the mask.

The digital world intensifies everything. The boundary between public and private selfhood vanishes. Influencers and online personalities are expected to be both mythic and intimate.

The old star system relied on distance. The new one manufactures the illusion of intimacy. The follower is invited into the public figure's everyday life. And then feels betrayed when a human being fails to live up to an archetype.

The loved celebrity carries our disowned ambition. Beauty, confidence, sensuality, courage. The hated celebrity carries our repressed vanity. Greed, aggression, compromise, hypocrisy.

Either way, the psyche is expressing its invisible dynamics. Our task is to listen and become conscious of the unconscious. It is a call for consciousness and balance. For the authentic developing of our unique personalities.

For the audience, to not confuse persona with Self. To track what we idealize and despise, and reclaim it as inner material. To see the cult of youth as a cultural fear of depth and responsibility, not a personal failure of any one star.

For the celebrity, to know that their public image is a necessary mask, and that over-identification equals inner starvation. The more power the collective projects onto the figure, the more disciplined its inner work must become to avoid inflation.

Celebrity is a collective dream that manifests in daylight. It can inspire. It can warn. It can reveal what our culture cannot say directly.

When the crowd sees a god or a devil, look for the human being. Identify the archetypal patterns behind the famous face, and remember to acknowledge the light and dark sides of yourself that you may be unaware of, rather than letting them carry it for you.

(Watch the full video --> https://youtu.be/viSuaGXljUU)

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Silent snowfields under December's fog
Reflecting a pale sun
At the center of an iron sky.

Humanity holds its breath,
Sound buried under frost,
Fresh footsteps swallowed
By the thin crust of forgetting.

An inner furnace
Containing a red core
Warming our white bones.
Crackling branches burn,
Hissing the language of heat,
Embers remembering
An ancient glow.

Our molten past
Consumed.
Transmuted.
The dragon of dark residue
Must be heated into clarity,
Its black scales
Softening
Into drops of light.

We sit close
And warm each other
With our secrets,
Our faces flicker
With shadow and gold.

We welcome wild teachers
And all seasons
As part of ourselves,
Letting winter carve room
For a deeper spring,
Letting every cold emotion
Turn us inward
To the coal
That never stops burning.

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The physics and psychology of the future are already present today. If you are reading this, chances are you have already felt and have begun to cross, in your own way, the split between matter and spirit, body and soul.

New consciousness never rises first in the collective, but in individuals who take their journey seriously and listen deeply to what is searching to be born. Reality is one unknown field.

We can imagine it as a matrix of consciousness. In the background it is open potential, not yet this or that. In the foreground it condenses into time and space,
showing up as bodies, events, relationships, wherever consciousness becomes coherent enough to take on a particular shape.

From within, we meet it as psyche. From without, we meet it as matter. Symbols, feelings, synchronicities, are some of the ways that field speaks. The psyche stands between body and spirit, a bridge where both sides meet, so every experience has
a material face and a spiritual face.

The primary wound in the Western soul is the belief that these sides are separate. How could we not be split if we grow up in a world that talks this way? We are trained to think dogmatically: that inner images are “just in our head”, and outer events are “just dead stuff out there”. We are often taught to trust only rational control and objective facts. Anything symbolic or immeasurable usually gets treated as unreal,
as if it doesn’t count. You probably felt this when you hesitated to share a dream or an intuition.

Psychologically, the block is our fear of not being in control, of becoming conscious of a reality where we are not the center.

Our grandiosity won’t accept being part of a larger order that it cannot command.
To sense this one field of reality means admitting that my consciousness is a small, local event in a much greater field, so we push away or mock the very experiences
that point toward that deeper unity.

The way through this veil of fear and control is a symbolic attitude, one that treats dreams, images, and meaningful coincidences as genuine encounters with that deeper order, speaking through psyche and world simultaneously.

Most of the time our awareness is scattered, like random waves scribbled all over a page. A symbolic attitude begins to phase them together, like a coherent beam of light. The more in step our thoughts, feelings, and body become, the more powerfully this deeper field can express itself through a single moment.

As we learn to hold opposites science and soul, reason and imagination, matter and spirit, without collapsing into one side, something new can appear. That emergent third is a first taste of the one field of reality. This journey follows that dialogue
between matter and soul...

(Continue the journey here ---> https://youtu.be/IjsRmJlM9qA)

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For some time now, I have been receiving messages from the unconscious through dreams and symbolic events, urging me to pay more attention to my relationship with my body. I am being asked to nurture it and develop the physical skills that I have neglected. To improve the way I breathe, stand, play, rest, and move within the world.

I often find it challenging to manage the urge to transform more quickly. I know from experience that genuine transformation happens gradually, through small steps taken over long periods. New habits do not become second nature until they are earned through much struggle. Yet I recognize in me a strong instinct to accomplish more, faster, and to improve continuously. Instead of letting this urgency sink into the shadow and possess me, I try to meet it as a psychic figure I can speak with. When I acknowledge both its demand and my human limits, and the fact that transformation has its own pace, something in me softens and I feel relief. The simple, though not easy, act of recognizing and engaging this instinct grants me more patience and strength to endure the slow, repetitive work of becoming.

The most graceful moments in my life happen when I surrender to time and accept the slow tempo of maturation. At those moments I feel a deep trust within. When I remember that psyche ripens like the body, its mirror image, not like a flash of insight, I can breathe more deeply, slowly, and with gratitude. Recognizing this process reminds me that individuation and authenticity unfold slowly and with much struggle. No shortcuts.

Taking more time and attention to nurture my relationship with my body is essential for where I am on my path now. It involves creating a strong, healthy vessel that can serve as a foundation for the energies and consciousness I am being entrusted with. When the student is ready the teacher arrives, and in my life that teacher often speaks first through the body, since I lead with intuition and sensing is my inferior, less developed function. Without recognizing my own limitations, I cannot connect with the infinite possibilities that lie ahead of me.

I often remind myself to stop and appreciate where I am in my life right now. While a part of me is always focused on where I want to go and the path I’m being guided towards, another part acknowledges that the individual I am and the journey I'm on now, were once just a dream. What was once an inner image has condensed into a life with actual muscles, lungs, relationships, and responsibilities. That, too, is grace.

A word I love is circumambulation. The spiral way of psychic progress.
Never a straight line. We go forward and backward. We find the answer, and then we lose the question. Soon, another question arises, and another answer is sought. Progress in one area can lead to regression in another, driven by a one-sided focus that neglects the whole. We circle around a center we can never fully know, and this circling is the very form of individuation. Of nature.

It feels like an orchestra where one plays many instruments and must simultaneously maintain a moral-aesthetic attitude while paying close attention to the conductor. Following his signals. Some align with the player's intention, while others are surprising and shocking. One never knows where the creation leads, what the actual song is, or what will be at the end of the show. Some days I feel like the clumsy student, missing entries and playing off-key. Other days, it is as if something greater takes the lead, and I am simply played. On the best days, it is a conscious correspondence in which we play together with much joy.

In this inner music, I often feel the tension between my small self and something larger that wants to live through it. Jung put words to this tension more clearly than anyone I know. I would like to share with you several paragraphs from his autobiography, Memories, Dreams, Reflections, starting on page 325:

"The decisive question for man is: Is he related to something infinite or not? That is the telling question of his life. Only if we know that the thing which truly matters is the infinite can we avoid fixing our interest upon futilities, and upon all kinds of goals which are not of real importance.

Thus we demand that the world grant us recognition for qualities which we regard as personal possessions: our talent or our beauty. The more a man lays stress on false possessions, and the less sensitivity he has for what is essential, the less satisfying is his life. He feels limited because he has limited aims, and the result is envy and jealousy.

If we understand and feel that here in this life we already have a link with the infinite, desires and attitudes change. In the final analysis, we count for something only because of the essential we embody, and if we do not embody that, life is wasted.

In our relationships to other men, too, the crucial question is whether an element of boundlessness is expressed in the relationship. The feeling for the infinite, however, can be attained only if we are bounded to the utmost. The greatest limitation for man is the “self”; it is manifested in the experience: “I am only that.” Only consciousness of our narrow confinement in the self forms the link to the limitlessness of the unconscious. In such awareness we experience ourselves concurrently as limited and eternal, as both the one and the other.

In knowing ourselves to be unique in our personal combination that is, ultimately limited, we possess also the capacity for becoming conscious of the infinite. But only then.

In an era which has concentrated exclusively upon extension of living space and increase of rational knowledge at all costs, it is a supreme challenge to ask man to become conscious of his uniqueness and his limitation. Uniqueness and limitation are synonymous. Without them, no perception of the unlimited is possible and, consequently, no coming to consciousness either, merely a delusory identity with it which takes the form of intoxication with large numbers and an avidity for political power.

Our age has shifted all emphasis to the here and now, and thus brought about a daemonization of man and his world. The phenomenon of dictators and all the misery they have wrought springs from the fact that man has been robbed of transcendence by the shortsightedness of the super-intellectuals. Like them, he has fallen a victim to unconsciousness.

But man's task is the exact opposite: to become conscious of the contents that press upward from the unconscious. Neither should he persist in his unconsciousness, nor remain identical with the unconscious elements of his being, thus evading his destiny, which is to create more and more consciousness.

As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. It may even be assumed that just as the unconscious affects us, so the increase in our consciousness affects the unconscious."

This quote from Jung sums up the central theme of my life for many years now. I know I am walking a spiral path. I get closer, and then I find myself farther. I build up certainty, and then I find myself reaching in the dark. There are times when I acknowledge my limits and feel the beautiful smallness of being a human, and others when I sense, for a brief moment, the boundlessness that looks through these same brown eyes.

At the deepest part of myself, I know that the infinite is nearer than near, and that it wishes to be known in a creative dialogue. My task is to let this one psychophysical being that I am, become a vessel, an instrument, and to patiently learn how to play my part in the larger orchestra that is already playing. If the purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being, then my humble share of that work is to let the light pass through this particular psyche-body, at this limited pace, on this spiral path.

Thank you for listening. I hope something here resonated with you, shed light on an invisible spot, and helped your next step forward become a little clearer.
If you would like to meet and explore the unconscious together, whether around a specific life struggle, relationship conflict, or time of transformation, I would love to meet you there and discover a way that has not yet been visible.
thejungianaion.com/meetingindepth

With love and gratitude,
Avi

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I met a beautiful young woman
Luminous as first morning light,
Filling the world with gold.
Her life story unbearably heavy,
A weight that gathered many dark clouds.
She is an orphan
Without a family.

I was entrusted to hold her body
To carry her fragile vessel,
To the one who could tend her deep wound.

She asked me,
"Where do tears come from?
When the waters of the beginning overflow,
And the caps of the deep no longer fit,
When formlessness and emptiness rise,
Anointed and crowned,
How would you even begin
To extract the trapped light
At the heart of the abyss?"

We were caught
In the longest rain
Heavy,
Unstoppable,
Delivering questions in relentless waves,
Each one crashing with a demand
For an ark of purpose,
Or else.

In wisdom
Earth
Heaven
Separated.

Long before that
She stood at His side
Delighting Him day after day,
Ever at play in His presence.

As the beginning ended
And opposites took on substance,
She was forgotten,
Left behind, lost in the shadows.
The fear of separation
Became her new wisdom
Her prima materia
From which all known worlds
Visible and invisible
Were formed.

Since then
She remained by herself,
Thin as early ice.
I must carry her now,
With my bare hands,
Keep her from the inner ones
Who hunger for honey and wine.

Before she fell asleep,
Her words grew gentle and distant,
A last whisper:
"You were made in God’s tears.
He was lonelier than lonely,
His heart aching more than all things,
For a companion who would listen,
For a mirror capable of consciousness,
For an image that could reflect Himself,
A voice,
A pair of hands,
An open heart.
With wet hands,
He fashioned you
From the dry mud of the earth."

The light is not gone,
Only hidden,
Waiting for the one who remembers
Each morning anew.

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If you have ever felt that you do not belong,
that you are somehow outside the circle of life,
then I am speaking to you.

For as long as I can remember,
I was different.
I never found my place in the collective.

As a child, I was rejected, alone, ridiculed,
by my father and by the other children.

And so my journey inward started early,
simply because there was almost no outer company.

I tried to understand what made me so different.
Was it that my parents were different
from the other parents around?
Was it something I did that marked me like Cain?
Was it the fact that we were a relatively
poor family amidst abundance?
Was it the used clothes I was given to wear?

I never figured it out.
But I carried the shame of not fitting,
and of being part of a family that did not fit.

Only much later in life
did I begin to see the purpose of my otherness,
the hidden cause behind
all the suffering and loneliness.

It was a call, an innate nature
that was not made to fit in.
A vulnerability that leads to a lot of pain,
but also to insight
and an ability to feel and see the pain of others.
A sensitivity that has to be forged
through painful experience.

A predestined initiation into self-doubt,
and so into a process of individuation
that forced me to ask deep questions
and search for the answers with all I have.

I was called, and still am,
to see into the transpersonal reality
and share what I see with others who would listen.
To share the visions I receive,
and to call others to hear and heal their inner path as well.

A mission of mediating between
the inner world and the outer world.
To contribute to the shaping
of a more conscious, balanced collective attitude.

In the scriptures, God says to the prophet Jeremiah:
“Before I formed you in your mother’s womb, I knew you.
Before you were born I set you apart
and appointed you as my prophet to the nations.”
(Jeremiah 1:5)

Individuation is a gift and a curse.
When one is singled out and called to individuate,
one must cooperate,
even while carrying doubt, fear, and shame.
One is called to acknowledge
what they are meant to realize in this world,
and no matter the incredible difficulties,
do their best to make it come true.
The alternative, the running away from the call,
is to be haunted and swallowed whole
by the monsters of the deep,
like Jonah in the belly of the great fish.


Individuation is the journey one goes through
in order to become oneself.
To develop and share the gifts innate in oneself.
And to live consciously the relationship with the Self,
the guiding center that asks for co-creators, mediators,
human vessels for the divine to incarnate in,
and act through in the human world.

If something in you recognizes this call to individuation,
if your own otherness has been wounding you,

know that you are not alone.
Your path is your initiation.
And perhaps, in walking it consciously,
you will become a bearer of light for others as well.
And that, too, is part of your calling.


~~~~

I recorded this text and paired it with a video of the mesmerizing sky and clouds I filmed after two days of heavy rain.
I’d like to share this moment with you, along with the music I wrote for it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9tJtj...

I am planning to get more personal in what I share, and to let what seeks expression in me take on even more reality.

With love and gratitude,
Avi

(Can you spot the invisible one who holds the beam in Jung’s painting?)

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~An invitation, and a letter from Jung~

I’m opening two new small groups that meet every other Saturday or Sunday.

Each group will include 6 to 8 individuals who want real companionship on the path. We bring our struggles, our insights, our pain, and our joy. We meet and share openly and honestly, in a space of blessing and non-judgment.

The circles I have had the honor to facilitate so far are dear to my heart. I have seen the impact this kind of fellowship has on us all.

I would also like to share a letter from Jung to Bill W., cofounder of Alcoholics Anonymous. Bill wrote to thank Jung for his significant contribution to the birth of A.A. Jung’s reply points to what heals us when we face evil and despair. Jung shared openly his view about the struggle between good and evil in our world, in a courageous act six months before his death in 1961.

For a bit of context about the story behind this letter, in 1931 the American financier Roland H., desperate to stop drinking after repeated relapses, consulted Jung in Zurich and, despite a year of analysis, soon relapsed again. Jung told him that medical and psychoanalytic methods would not suffice and that his best hope was a transformative spiritual experience, counsel that later helped seed the approach that became Alcoholics Anonymous.

With my whole heart, I believe Jung’s three ways of confronting the evil at work in our world are real routes back to health and wholeness, and they are painfully scarce today.

If you feel called to join, send me an email (thejungianaion@proton.me) with a sentence or two about what draws you to the circle. You can
choose your preferred time windows in this poll:
calendly.com/d/cwm6-f5b-dhv/jungian-group-meeting
Don't mind the dates, it is a general poll about Saturdays/Sundays.
Looking forward to hearing from you.

With love and gratitude for your presence,
Avi

~~~~

Dear Mr. W.:

Your letter has been very welcome indeed. I had no news from Roland H. any more and often wondered what has been his fate. Our conversation which he has adequately reported to you had an aspect of which he did not know. The reason that I could not tell him everything was that those days I had to be exceedingly careful of what I said. I had found out that I was misunderstood in every possible way. Thus I was very careful when I talked to Roland H. But what I really thought about was the result of many experiences with men of his kind.

His craving for alcohol was the equivalent, on a low level, of the spiritual thirst of our being for wholeness, expressed in medieval language: the union with God.

How could one formulate such an insight in a language that is not misunderstood in our days?

The only right and legitimate way to such an experience is that it happens to you in reality, and it can only happen to you when you walk on a path which leads you to higher understanding. You might be led to that goal by an act of grace or through a personal and honest contact with friends, or through a higher education of the mind beyond the confines of mere rationalism. I see from your letter that Roland H. has chosen the second way, which was, under the circumstances, obviously the best one.

I am strongly convinced that the evil principle prevailing in this world leads the unrecognized spiritual need into perdition if it is not counteracted either by real religious insight or by the protective wall of human community. An ordinary man, not protected by an action from above and isolated in society, cannot resist the power of evil, which is called very aptly the Devil. But the use of such words arouses so many mistakes that one can only keep aloof from them as much as possible.

These are the reasons why I could not give a full and sufficient explanation to Roland H., but I am risking it with you because I conclude from your very decent and honest letter that you have acquired a point of view above the misleading platitudes one usually hears about alcoholism.

You see, “alcohol” in Latin is spiritus, and you use the same word for the highest religious experience as well as for the most depraving poison. The helpful formula therefore is: spiritus contra spiritum.

Thanking you again for your kind letter.
I remain yours sincerely,
C. G. Jung

“As the hart panteth after the water brooks,
so panteth my soul after thee, O God.”
(Psalm 42, 1)

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The sky has turned white.
Thick, unnatural clouds gather
To lock the veiled sun’s warmth beneath,
Blocking the cold winds of the moon
From softening our dry bones.
An artificial atmosphere presses the psyche,
Like unripe olives crushed too soon.

Our blood runs heavier.
Our thoughts drift in a haze.
Our skin bruises more easily.
Our eyes burn red.

Planes of destruction
Shatter invisible barriers in the air.
My ears know it.
My heart feels it.

A deep voice breaks through the fog:
“You live in a mad time,
Where sanity looks insane
And insanity seems ordinary.
Your conscious surrender
Is your fiercest revolution.
Your silent work
Echoes.

The transcendent dimension you swim in
Unconsciously
Can break the spell of life’s grayness
And let light shine in~
It is your choice."

~~~~
Title: Through the Fog
Image: Gustave Doré - A Souvenir from Scotland (1879)
Link: thejungianaion.com/through-the-fog/

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I join a big gathering of souls
In a vast schoolyard.
We are being tested and shaped.
A collective process of learning,
A living field of initiation.

The transpersonal feminine
Is at the center.
The heart of the event
Is the many hearts that gathered here.
A red thread resonates between all chests.
A brilliant moon is shining at noon.

I join a circle of ten men.
I bring a chair.
There is one empty chair, a bag on it.
I witness the great pain and loneliness we all carry.
I say to another man:

I know the cost of walking the path,
The suffering and isolation,
But we are not truly alone,
And pain is part of every path.
His jaw loosens,
A child’s smile returns.

My eyes turn blue~
Clear, penetrating.
I receive a vision.
The Self is seeing through me.
I see through it.
The transpersonal masculine appears.
With it – a new lesson.

A man who seems strong
Seeks quick illumination,
Not true transformation.
He uses a drug,
Addicted to excitement and power,
Possessed by a shadow he cannot see,
Identifying with a dark spirit,
Eating his life away.
It began as a famine of self-love
Then a hidden hand found its hold.

Several chairs are missing.
I reach a staircase.
Dirty steps,
And a cage at its top.
The ascent has become a trap.
I send word to the leader.
This work exceeds me.
I ask for guidance and am answered.

Three movements~
Solutio,
A softening into the mother’s heart,
The water that remembers us.
To feel and be felt.

Mortificatio,
Exposure of false spirit.
Bright ashes in the bowl.
The counterfeit star goes out.

Separatio,
Discrimination of what belongs to me
And what does not.
I ask for help,
And vow to carry only what is mine.

~~~~
Title: The Red Thread
thejungianaion.com/the-red-thread/
Image: A Voyage to the Moon by Gustave Doré (1868)

I invite you to meet under the moon
thejungianaion.com/meet/

With love and gratitude,
Avi

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