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The figure of Atmavictu went through a number of incarnations, as an old man, a bear, an otter, a newt, a serpent, then simultaneously a man and an earth serpent.
He was Izdubar, and became Philemon. The black magician, Ha, was the father of Philemon.
Ka was the father of Salome, and also the brother of the Buddha.
Ka was Philemon’s shadow.
Philemon further identified himself with Elijah and Khidr and claimed that he would become Phanes. ~The Black Books, Vol. I, Page 70
You do me wrong, Elijah is my father, and he knows the deepest mysteries, the walls of his house are made of precious stones, his wells hold healing water and his deep eye sees the things of the future-And what wouldn’t you give for a single look into the infinite unfolding of what is to come?
Are these not worth a sin for you?” ~Salome, The Black Books, Vol. II, Page 181
We [Elijah/Salome] are really together and are not symbols. We are real and together. ~Carl Jung, The Black Books, Vol. II, Page 182
I do not love her, I fear her. My knees tremble.
A voice says: “Therein you acknowledge her divine power.” Must I love Salome? ~Carl Jung, The Black Books, Vol. II, Page 183
Jung: Dear Salome, I thank you for your love.
It is beautiful to hear love spoken of. It is music and old, far-off homesickness. look, my tears are falling on your good words.
I want to kneel before you and kiss your hands a hundred times, because they want to give me the service of love. ~Carl Jung, The Black Books, Vol. IV, Page 250
A dream told me that you were suffering, you Elijah, you Salome, you elders, and you, my maternal soul that cannot forget me.
You, maternal soul, tell me why should I, who had been your lover, appear to you now as your unbeloved man? ~Carl Jung, The Black Books, Vol. VI, Page 235
What is, gives no pleasure. Pleasure comes only from the new.
Your maternal soul would also like a new husband-ha ha! She loves change.
Her bourgeois man is not pleasurable enough for her. In that respect she is unteachable and therefore you believe she is mad.
We love only what is coming, that gives pleasure. ~Salome, The Black Books, Vol. VI, Page 237
But the soul became the steps of its ladder, closest, nearest, near, far, further, furthest. First she is my own being, then she is a serpent and a bird, then she is mother and father, then even further away Salome and Elijah. ~Carl Jung, The Black Books, Vol. VI, Page 238
Elijah: I do not like this multiplicity. It is not easy to think it.
Salome: The simple alone is pleasurable. One need not think about it. ~Carl Jung, The Black Books, Vol. VI, Page 238
Salome: Father Elijah, do you realize that men are ahead of us?
He is right, the many is more beautiful, richer, and more pleasurable. Jehovah is twofold unity, and always the same. ~Salome, The Black Books, Vol. VI, Page 239
He [Jung] had further encounters with Elijah and Salome on December 22 and 25.
These critical fantasies signaled a breakthrough from passive witnessing to active engagement. He had broken through a barrier; a method had been found and consolidated.
Trusting to his soul’s vision, he entered into an exchange with the figures, listened to them, and allowed himself to be instructed. ~The Black Books, Vol. VII, Page 24
Yes, but you still need to take care of what is yours. You should have asked.
I had to make you uneasy. Salome cooks poisonous potions. She is a Medea, adept in magic. ~Phanes, The Black Books, Vol. VII, Page 194
She is always there where I don’t look. Do you believe that Philemon can see Ka and know what he is doing?
Why would both have different kinds of truth, if they could reciprocally see themselves and ~know of one another? Consequently
Salome is foreign to me as well.
I only see my light, never my shadow, since I see out from within- Ka alone can say what Salome is doing. ~Jung’s Soul, The Black Books, Vol. VII, Page 197
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.
Sh e 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 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. ~Salome, 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 have seen fear in me-do you have the evil eye? This is Philemon’s work! He gave you the evil eye.
That is his late revenge for the fact that I broke his wing when he was Simon.
Why did I have to help the Christians? ~Salome, The Black Books, Vol. VII, Page 189
The question of my mystery. I have no mystery-pleasure and the sensation of pleasure-what’s that for a mystery?
That is only a happening and nothing more. It is the devilish guile of Philemon to let me sense a mystery behind this.
It is certainly Philemon who hatched this thought, and not this man. How could a man come to a such a thought?
Pleasure is the sensation of pleasure and nothing further. Why should there be a mystery behind this?
Why does this man ask me about a mystery behind this? Who gave him this crazy thought?
Who goaded him to the impertinence to ask me such? To attribute such a crazy thought to me?
Who other than Philemon?
Only his evil art can produce such thoughts, that stick to one like a robe of Nessus.
But I have no mystery, it is madness to ask me about mysteries, impertinence, cruelty. There is nothing behind sensation, no mystery, nothing beyond or within it.
It is sensation alone-yes, laugh at my tears-sensation is sensation, pleasure is pleasure, displeasure is displeasure and nothing further.
I do not want there to be a mystery within it-that is a disgusting, crazy thought, dirty and stupid. ~Salome, The Black Books, Vol. VII, Page 190-191
Don’t you notice that Salome goes against morality?
She is in her manner pure, pure pleasure, pure sensation, with no thought, dirtied by no mystery-that is her ideal.
You have offended her moral sense, you have even undermined it, since doubt no longer leaves her. ~Jung’s Soul, The Black Books, Vol. VII, Page 191
Pleasure wants image in eternity and image wants pleasure in eternity.
Sublime one, the 4 ways are accomplished, the 4 sufferings have been fulfilled borne, the 4 joys are fulfilled fulfilled, the offering to the Gods of the 4 winds have been prepared.
The final work is accomplished: Salome became sighted.
The 4 winds rise up to you, the 4 streams flow to you.
The time has come where you alone speak, you God of all true and false Gods, you being of all non-being. We are silent and await your speech. ~Jung’s Soul, The Black Books, Vol. VII, Page 191-192
Sensation is pure. Why do you want to mix in a mystery and muddy clear water with it? ~Salome, The Black Books, Vol. VII, Page 191
