I am eternal contemplation.
Spirits of the dead accompany her (Kali/Salome), spirits of the earth, buried ones-not the spirits of the eternal images.
They bear claws like dogs and cats, they have feet like black night birds, carrion birds, since the dancer rends, she has claws and sharp teeth, behind her lie bloody torn ones, blood pools and spirits of the dead gorge themselves on this.
She makes one drunk and she is drunk from the blood of the holy one, she pours poison into the entrails.
She is a fire of voluptuousness and torment of voluptuousness.
She is beautiful like hell. She gives pleasure and the craving for poison. She makes men drink poison and eat poison.
She is hellish temptation.
She is the compulsion of suffering. I am eternal contemplation.
I carry up into eternity, she drags down into the mystery of matter, into the beauty of the earth, into the death of everything earthly. I am the daughter of the eternal mother, she is the daughter of the eternal father.
She is the earth, I am the vessel of heaven.
Yes, she is the womb of the earth. Actual forms grow from her, but the eternal images grow from me. ~Jung’s Soul, The Black Books, Vol. VII, Page 186-187
The Spectacle of eternal Nature.
Letters of C. G. Jung: Volume 2, 1951-1961
To Aniela Jaffe
Dear Aniela, 29 May 1953
The spectacle of eternal Nature gives me a painful sense of my weakness and perishability, and I find no joy in imagining an equanimity in conspectu mortis.
As I once dreamt, my will to live is a glowing daimon, who makes the consciousness of my mortality hellish difficult for me at times.
One can, at most, save face like the unjust steward, and then not always, so that my Lord wouldn’t find even that much to commend.
But the daimon reeks nothing of that, for life, at the core, is steel on stone.
~C.G. Jung, ~Carl Jung, Letters Vol. II, Page 119.
Man as the Eternal Moment of the World
Diahmon answered, saying, “These dead believed in the transformation and development of man.
They were convinced of human nothingness and transitoriness.
Nothing was clearer to them than this, and yet they knew that man even creates its Gods, and so they knew that the Gods were of no use.
Therefore they had to learn what they did not know, that man is a gateway through which crowds the train of the Gods and the coming and passing of all times.
He does not do it, does not create it, does not suffer it, since he is the being, the sole being, since he is the moment of the world, the eternal moment.
Whoever recognizes this stops being flame; he becomes smoke and ashes.
He lasts and his transitoriness is over. He has become someone who is.
You dreamed of the flame, as if it were life. But life is duration, the flame dies away.
I carried that over, I saved it from the fire. That is the son of the fire flower.
You saw that in me, I myself am of the eternal fire of light. But I am the one who saved it for you, the black and golden seed and its blue starlight.
You eternal being-what is length and brevity? What is the moment and eternal duration? You, being, are eternal in each moment.
What is time? Time is the fire that flares up, consumes, and dies down.
I saved being from time, redeeming it from the fires of time and the darkness of time, from Gods and devils.” ~Philemon to Dr. Jung; The Red Book; Page 354.
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