First and foremost, you [Jung] should see that you are behind.
Why did you give me the two kinds of properties?
Why did you not separate the opposites? Why did you leave me mixed?
This creates the trouble of the standstill.
The opposites cancelled each other out.
My other half, which is on the side of the earth, is another soul than I.
She is between things and you.
I am between the eternal images and you. I am mind, she is feeling. I am light, she is dark.
The black one is her symbol.
You have still not released Salome from her.
She is the spirit of the earth that dances poisonous dances, that bewitches and intoxicates, that drinks blood and causes magical sickness.
If she were released from the symbol, she would give form, substance, and actual life to the eternal images.
But she intoxicates herself in the blood of the holy one. Why?
She has not been released from the human symbol.
Why do you love the black one?
Because she is the dancer- (there is a scratching on the door). ~Jung’s Soul, The Black Books, Vol. VII, Page 186
I will not be your slave-what is the fortune of the earth when it burns like hellish fire?
When it makes sick, like poison?
The struggle against you is accepted.
I will not rest until you [Salome] have handed over your power to men.
Man must live. You should obey.
I do not want to do without the beauty of the earth, the fragrance of the fields should not evade me, but the serpent poison should be slain, so that man can wander among the flowers. ~Carl Jung, The Black Books, Vol. VII, Page 187
You’re [Salome] not confusing me.
Weakness is a strength.
Weaknesses are the strongest powers of human life.
I will wrestle from you the mystery of weakness, my weakness.
Since I want man to become strong so that he can live on the earth without succumbing to the earth spirits. ~Carl Jung, The Black Books, Vol. VII, Page 187-188
You [Jung’s Soul] don’t escape me. The black birds are your retinue, they live from your sacrifice. It does not lie with them. It lies with you. You don’t confuse me through feigning the spirit of the dead to me. They are prophets who have become dumb, eviscerated by you, by lovers choked by longing or hate. Circe alone possesses the mystery, not the miserable swines of her garden. Attempt your magic-he who lives his weakness, because he calls it holy, pries loose the rod from you. ~Carl Jung, The Black Books, Vol. VII, Page 188