Jung: Is something still missing? I am not completely myself. Speak, what is it?
Soul: “I am ill, mentally ill. You saw it. I did not find the connection to you. That’s why I am ill. How do you stand toward me?”
I. I doubt you, as you doubt me. I do not know whether you are to be trusted. One never trusts daimons.
S.: “So that’s why! Yet you could trust me. I did good for you on the whole.”
I. Yes, but sometimes you deceived me.
S. “But it was always to your advantage.”
I. Yes, because I finally saw things straight with my own wits.
S. “But I’m well disposed toward you.”
I. But often not, it seems to me. How then could you deceive me?
S. “You don’t recall a single instance.”
I. But that is why I had needed to lock you up.
S. “Correct.”
I. You have a short memory. That’s why I don’t trust you. But you can win my trust if you do good work and tell me what it is you experience.”
S. “I experience a great deal. Unbelievable things.”
I. Render it, so there can be peace.
S. “I saw the green water and the blue-black cloud. That made me crazy; it’s worse than the fire. The fire is more akin to me than this earthliness. But you must give me more strength. It’s not enough.”
I. So take it, for God’s sake.
S. “Yes, it is hard for you, but for me too. So let’s get back to work!
I. Thrice five towers surround the castle. Thrice six gates are in the walls. Thrice seven great halls are in the castle. The green stream flows below. The dark cloud is above, over it the fire, the eternal one that you drew. There are caves in the mountain, there lies the stacked gold, the solidified fire. Where are the men? The castle is empty. Perhaps they left. I see Philemon in the golden house of splendor-alone. Where is Baucis? Did she die, no, she lives, I am Baucis. She stands behind the wise one, her hand touches his throne. They are alone. Where are the men? Who lives in the palaces? No one. Everything is ready. Does no one come? Call now, Philemon! Your voice is weak. And ** I have no voice that human ears could hear. Do men not see the castle? Is the cloud covering it? Yes, it is, it hides the fire. What grief, this black
cloud! Where did it come from- smoke below the fire! How strange! Are you a mourner, a hermit, Philemon? Do you grieve that your fire is hidden? Green water flows around your castle. Where is a bridge? There is no bridge there, Oh Philemon. How can people get across? You, pontiff, should build a bridge, a wide bridge from rare and precious stones. Why do you grieve? Why do you hide the fire with the cloud? Do you grieve because of your solitude? You are not alone, I am with you. Build the bridge, I accompany you.”
I. But why didn’t you come earlier?
S. “I wanted to come to you, but I had to go with Philemon. He is higher above than you. I didn’t know this. I reach you only by way of Philemon. ~The Black Books, Vol. VI, Page 187-188