Carl Jung - A Red Book Riddle | Developing Unconscious Awareness

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[@alainaaugust1932]

Wish I could agree. Jung’s Red and Black (quite powerful combo of colors for the old native Americans) waited almost 100 years for publication. Extensions like this of that publication will endure but only grow gradually. This is not a failure or due to any fault of Joseph’s. Ponder the titanic prevalence of projection today. Of projection and projectiles. Those diminish only as we turn inward and rehome all our projections. Jung made a start far ahead of its time. Now is the its time. But a start is not the journey. We journey. Blessings all.

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[@merlinmakinson4185]

Lol I figured it out He’s talking about Jesus He’s talking about each of us . It’s the alchemical process of Individuation . Jung is probably talking about himself too . As we are all individuals We are all together . I’m of course looking backwards from the Sermons of the Dead book 5 but I do believe I see it and hear it . I love his metaphors and analogies Since I communicate like this myself it’s easier for me to understand . You wouldn’t believe I drew the Devil card in the tarot which has a symbol in it that is described as above is below . This synchronicity has opened me up to understand Jung’s use of the compass aka the 4 winds . The salvation of the one is the salvation of the many The destruction of the one was also the destruction of the many . It’s a circle and the circle is our consciousness . This is powerful stuff . Love it .

[@HumbleUMedia]

Yes, you’re seeing it 👁 It’s amazing how much Jung says that is missed. It’s as if he left his work for two crowds... those who want to be entertained and dabble on the surface with what personality type they are or if they’re introverted or extroverted... while leaving a hidden masterpiece in the depths for the True individuals striving to bear Being. I see which way you’ve journeyed 👏👏 Blessings 🙏

[@alainaaugust1932]

And for those who have never studied the archetypes of Tarot, the highest understanding of The Devil card is the rejected self, the Shadow. For men the Shadow often has Anima qualities. For women, often Animus. Since men were the early designers and propagators of both the evolution of and design of modern Tarot, the images are animus biased, the voluptuous Star card being one example. Men, Rider and Waite, designed today’s cards. A woman named Smith drew and painted at their direction. For almost all the 20th century their creation was called the Rider-Waite Tarot. Then, the enlightened started using the mouthful the Rider-Waite-Smith deck. The anima still comes last. Hence, the explosion of decks now being designed by women. Blessings.

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Riddles are very useful tools to help you see passed your thinking. Very enlightening video and thank you. 🖤🔥

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Me too

[@blzz42]

Carl Jung - Red Book chapter XVI: “This is the night in which all the dams broke, where what was previously solid moved, where the stones turned into serpents, and everything living froze… Is this a web of words? If it is, it is a hellish web for those caught in it. There are hellish webs of words, only words.. but what are words? Be tentative with words, value them well, take safe words, words without catches… do not spin them with one another so that no webs arise. For you are the first who is ensnared in them. For words have meanings. With words you pull up the underworld. Word, the paltriest and the mightiest. In words the emptiness and the fullness flow together. Hence the word is an image of God. The word is the greatest and the smallest that man created.. So if I fall prey to the web of words, I fall prey to the greatest and the smallest. I am at the mercy of the sea. Of the inchoate waves that are forever changing place. Their essence is movement, and movement is their order. He who strides against waves is exposed to the arbitrary. The work of men is steady but it swims upon chaos. The striving of men seems like lunacy from him who comes from the sea, but men consider him mad. He who comes from the sea is sick, he can hardly bare the gaze of men. For to him they all seem to be drunk and foolish from sleep inducing poisons. They want to come to your rescue, and as for accepting help for sure you would like less of that. But for him who has seen the chaos, there is no more hiding. Because he knows that the bottom sways and knows what this swaying means. He has seen the order and the disorder of the endless. He knows the unlawful laws. He knows the sea and can never forget it. The chaos is terrible. days full of lead, nights full of horror… but just as Christ knew that he was the way, the truth, and the life; in that the new torment and the renewed salvation came into the world through him; I know that chaos must come over men, and that the hands of those who unknowingly and unsuspectingly break through the thin walls that separate us from the sea are busy… for this is our way, our truth, and our life. Just as the disciples of Christ recognized that God had become flesh and lived among them as a man; we now recognize that the anointed of this time is a God who does not appear in the flesh. He is no man, and yet is the son of man. But in spirit and not in flesh. Hence he cant be born only through the spirit of men.. What is done to this God, you do to the lowest in yourself. Under the law of love according to which nothing is cast out. For how else should your lowest be saved from depravity? Who should accept the lowest in you if you do not? But he who does it not from love but from pride, selfishness, and greed is damned. None of the damnation is cast out either. [..]There are many graves and corpses in us, and the evil stench of decomposition… Just as Christ tormented the flesh through the spirit, the God of this time will torment the spirit through the flesh. For Our spirit has become an impertinent whore. A slave to words created by men, and no longer the divine word itself. The lowest in you is the source of mercy. We take this sickness upon ourselves, the inability to find peace, the baseness, and the contemptability so that God can be healed and radiantly ascend. Purged of the decomposition of death, and the mud of the underworld. The despicable prisoner will ascend to his salvation, shining and wholly healed. [..]I have trodden the wine press alone, and no one is with me. I have trodden myself down in my anger, and trampled upon myself in my fury. Hence my blood has spattered my clothes and I have stained my robe. But the year to redeem myself has come. And I looked around and there was none to help. And I wondered if there was no one that stood by me. Therefore my own arm must save me. And my fury upheld me. And I trod myself down in my rage and made myself drunk in my fury, and spilt my blood on the earth. For I took my misdeed upon myself, so that God would be healed. Just as Christ said that he did not come to make peace but brought the sword, so he in whom Christ becomes complete will not give himself peace but a sword. He will rebel against himself, and one will be turned against the other in him.. a Judas betrayal. He will also hate that which he loves in himself. He will be castigated in himself, mocked, and given over to the torment of crucifixion. And no one will aid him or soothe his torment. Just as Christ was crucified between the two thieves; our lowest lies on either side of our way. And just as one thief went to hell, and the other rose up to heaven, the lowest in us will be sundered in two halves on the day of our judgement. The one is destined for damnation and death, and the other will rise up. But it will take a long time until you see what is destined for death, and what is destined for life… since the lowest in you is still unseparated, and in a deep sleep. If I accept the lowest in me, I lower a seed into the ground of hell. This seed is invisibly small, but the tree of my life grows from it, and conjoins the below with the above. At both ends there is fire and blazing embers. The above is fiery, and the below is fiery. Between the unbearable fires grows your life. You hang between these two poles. In an immeasurable frightening movement, the stretched hanging welters up and down. We thus fear our lowest, since that which one does not possess is forever United in the chaos. And takes part in the mysterious eb and flow of its currents. In so far as I accept the lowest in me, precisely that Red glowing sun of the depths, and thus fall victim to the confusion of chaos, the upper shining sun also rises. Therefore he who strides for the highest finds the deepest. To deliver his men of time from this stretched hanging, Christ took this torment upon himself, and taught them. Mathew 10:16 “Behold, I am sending you as lambs among wolves; be therefore crafty as snakes and innocent as doves.” For craftiness councils against chaos, and guilelessness veils its terrible aspect. Thus men could take the safe middle path, hedged both upward and downward. But the dead of the above and the below mounted. And their demands grew ever louder. And both the noble and the wicked rose up again. And unaware, broke the law of the mediator. They flung open doors both above and below. They drew many after them to higher and lower madness. Thereby sowing confusion and preparing the way of what is to come. When you go into the one and hence consider the other approaching you as your enemy, you will fight against the other. You will do so because you failed to recognize that the other is also in you. On the contrary, you think that the other comes somehow from without. You think that you also catch sight of it in the views and actions of your fellow men, which clash with yours. You thus fight the other and are completely blinded. But he who accepts what approaches him because it is also in him, quarrels and wrangles no more. But looks into himself and keeps silent. He sees the tree of life, whose roots reach into hell, and whose top touches heaven. [..]He knows only one difference, the difference between below and above. For he sees that the tree of life grows from below to above. And that it has its crown at the top. Hence he knows the way to salvation. To unlearn all distinctions, say that concerning direction, is part of your salvation. Hence you free yourself from the old curse of the knowledge of good and evil. Because you separated good from evil according to your best appraisal, and aspired only to the good and denied the evil that you committed nevertheless, and failed to accept; your roots no longer suckle the dark nourishment of the depths, and your tree became sick and withered. Therefore the ancients said that after Adam had eaten the apple, the tree of paradise withered. Your life needs the dark, but if you know that it is evil, you can no longer accept it. And you suffer anguish and do not know why. Nor can you accept it as evil else your good will reject you. Nor can you deny it, since you know of good and evil. Because of this, the knowledge of good and evil was an insurmountable curse. But if you return to primal chaos, and if you feel and recognize that which hangs stretched between the two unbearable poles of fire, you will notice that you can no longer separate from good and evil conclusively. Neither through feeling nor through knowledge, but that you can discern only the direction of growth. Only from below to above. You thus forget the distinction between good and evil, and you no longer know it as long as your tree grows from below to above. But as soon as growth stops, what was United in growth falls apart, and once more you recognize good and evil. You can never deny your knowledge of good and evil to yourself, so that you could portray your good in order to live evil. For as soon as you separate good and evil, you recognize them. They are United only in growth. But you grow if you stand still in the greatest doubt. And Therefore steadfastness in great doubt is a veritable flower of life. He who cannot bear doubt, does not bear himself. Such a one is doubtful. He does not grow, and hence he does not live. Doubt is the sign of the strongest and the weakest. The strong have doubt, but doubt has the weak. Therefore the weakest is close to the strongest. And if he can say to his doubt, “I have you”, then he is the strongest. But no one can say yes to his doubt, unless he endures wide open chaos. Because there are so many among us who can talk about anything, pay heed to what they live. What someone says can be very much, or very little. Thus examine his life.”

[@PsychMasonic32]

Beautiful riddle for sure… from the depths!😉

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And with you as well! 🌊👁

[@korefaust1409]

Brilliant, as always;)

[@geoattoronto]

In my view the ego acts like the ‘I’ but is definitely not the true self. Ego competes for control casting doubts and fears to undermine information from heart/unconscious or true Self/human spirit. Yes the ego is, in the main, our intellect. Yes, he language of the unconscious is visual, metaphor, riddle, and, of course, story.