Soul Spelunker

  Imaginatio is the Star in Man, the Celestial or Supercelestial Body (A Lexicon of Alchemy, by Martin Rulandus). We don’t realize what is available to us. We go through our daily lives, often extremely depressing, usually focused on material things. We forget that all we need do is close our eyes and enter another world. The Imaginal is a vast landscape, an immense cosmos where nothing is impossible. It is not limited by physical laws, the constraints of logic,…

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 One flaw to be encountered in Jungian dream theory is the agreement of Jung with Freud that the dream must be brought to the daylight world via interpretation. This is the work of ego-consciousness, forcing the dream up from its abode in the Underworld and away from its natural state. Jungians wants to bring the unconscious into consciousness because they believe this will bring them to a state of wholeness. The alchemical Jungian calls this the opus contra naturam, the…

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http://venomxbaby.deviantart.com/      A fierce whipping wind thrust me suddenly into consciousness, albeit a semblance. I was lying on an aery protuberance, jutting out onto a sort of transmogrified terracing of translucence. In the wind-speak, I could hear the voices of aeons gone by. Myriad images raced through my mind, as the inarticulations gushed forth from the violence of the blast. I had chosen this odyssey, and now I was facing the full brunt of its burden.  I had been…

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Even as a great fish swims along the two banks of a river, first along the eastern bank and then the western bank, in the same way the spirit of man moves along beside his two dwellings: this waking world and the land of sleep and dreams (“Supreme Teaching” in The Upanishads). What would happen to us if we did not visit the Underworld via sleep on a regular basis? There are all sorts of maladies brought on by sleep…

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Frozen by Sol, I made my way through the labyrinthine forest, stopping only occasionally to gaze at hoary stalagmites growing upwards toward a blackened ceiling. This was a strange place to be for one in my condition. For, you see, I have a disease known as Discontentedness. Some learn to live with it for many years, to the detriment of all green things. But, me, I am one who has sought to escape its fatal clutches. I have chosen this…

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