Monday, September 08, 2025

๐Š๐ž๐ฒ ๐“๐จ ๐”๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ ๐‚๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž: ๐Œ๐š๐ซ๐ข๐š๐ง ๐–๐จ๐จ๐๐ฆ๐š๐ง ๐Ž๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐Š๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ˆ๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ



If we do not accept the existence of archetypes, then we have no way of explaining the superhuman surges of energy that magnetize us toward someone or something — or repel us.

The word does not matter. What matters is our recognition of the power of these energy fields in our unconscious; they can dictate our destruction (if our ego is weak) or they can be our greatest gift in life.

If we cannot tell the difference between human and super-human (or subhuman) energy, we identify with gods and goddesses, devils and enchantresses, and eventually walk into self-destruction.

We project images onto these energy fields.

The god for one generation is Elvis, for another, Michael Jackson.The goddess may be the Virgin Mary, eclipsed by Lilith, eclipsed by Julia Roberts.

[Let's consider the Taylor Swift phenomenon.]

The task of the media promoters is to find the right image for whatever energy field is floating up from the unconscious mass at that moment.

[BINGO!]

Stars pass by like meteors and are gone.

— Marion Woodman (Dancing in the Flames)



No comments: