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La Parisienne aka Byzantium Gueras

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“let us remember that we are engaging upon a hazardous kind of historical television, in which imagination must supply the living continuity in the gaps of static and fragmentary material artificially moving but long since dead…

There skin is white at birth. The ladies, who court the shade, have fair complexions conventionally pale, but the men, pursuing wealth under the sun, are so tanned and ruddy that the Greeks will call them (as well as the Phoenicians) Phoinikes – the Purple Ones, Redskins…

It is a pretty custom among the Cretans that the female bosom should be uncovered, or revealed by a diaphanous chemise; no one seems to take offense. The bodice is laced below the bust, opens in a careless circle, and then, in a gesture of charming reserve, may close in a Medici collar at the neck…There are in the arrangement and design of Cretan feminine dress a warm harmony of colors, a grace of line, a delicacy of taste, that suggest a rich and luxurious civilization, already old in arts and wiles. In these matters the Cretans had no influence upon the Greeks; only in modern capital have their style triumphed. Even staid archeologists have give the name La Parisienne to the portrait of a Cretan lady with profulgent bosom, shapely neck, sensual mouth, impudent nose, and a persuasive, provacative charm; she sits saucily before us today as part of a frieze in which high personages gaze upon some spectacle that we shall never see.
The men of Crete are evidently grateful for the grace and adventure that women give to life, for they provide them with costly means of enhancing their loveliness. The remains are rich in jewelry of many kinds…Everywhere in Cretan life man expresses his vainest and noblest passion–the zeal to beautify.
This use of man to signify all humanity reveals the prejudice of a patriachal age, and hardly suite the almost matriarchal life of ancient Crete. For the Minoan woman does not put up with any Oriental seclusion, any purdah or harem; there is no sign of her being limited to certain quarters of the house, or to the home…she mingles freely with them in the crowds, she takes the front seat at the theater and the games, she sweeps through Cretan society with the air of a great lady bored with adoration; and when her nation creates its gods it is more often in her likeness than in man’s. Sober students, secretly and forgivably enamored of the mother image in their hearts, bow down before her relics and marvel at her domination.
He sees in her the basic fact of nature–that man’s greatest enemy, death, is overcome by woman’s mysterious power, reproduction; and he identifies this power with deity. The mother goddess represents for him the source of all life, in plants and animals as well as in men; if he surrounds her image with fauna and flora it is because these exist through her creative fertility, and therefore serve as her symbols and her emanations.”

– William Durant, Chapter 1, on Crete of his work, “The Life of the Greece”

– William Durant, Chapter 1, on Crete of his work, “The Life of the Greece”

Anima Mundi

Since she was classed as a pagan, I asked myself who Hypatia worshiped. Being a neoplatonist, I mis-assumed she was a monotheist, but if she wasn’t abrahamic, then she was more in line with Iamblichus’s polytheism (but she eschewed his form of neoplatonism and favored Plotinus’). My guess is she must have believed in henad’s (which I interpret as expressions of the One that we see as archetypes). This in turn has led me down quite the path of discovery.
Alexandria is known for patching Mesopotamian pantheons together. So that’s what I did using archetypes (via Jungian pscyhology) and I came up with this. I highly encourage others to do the same.


  • Asherah
  • Ishtar
  • Cybelle
  • Kali
  • Athena
  • Sophia
  • Anima Mundi (Gaia)
  • Hekate
  • Tree of life

Aspects stressed

  • life
  • eros (passion)*
  • death
  • wisdom
  • power
  • providence
  • strategy
  • soul
    *to me eros represents a creative passion (muses) and desire to achieve ones goals.

#immanence #transcendence #emergence

The Gods

My mother passed and I had a comforting entheogenic experience while I was away and let me tell you

I spoke with the anima mundi

Or at least an internalized representation of one

I felt like I communicated w the anima mundi or the not self, like I met an intelligent entity that was aware of me and my thoughts. It was way less intense than I thought it would be. Nothing like being projected into another reality.

It appeared on the backdrop of what I was seeing normally. Like reality was made up of light bright lights and you could see a pattern within the lights that made up an entity

It was exactly how I imagined. Symbiotic exterior to us as interior. A daemon, the not self. What Jung calls the “self”, or better yet the collective unconscious personified. Sentient, aware of all. The yin to my yang. I felt like I was interacting with the a higher symbiotic lifeform that is aware of us that cocoons us within it like cells in the body. That is what I would term the not self, anima mundi, or Jung’s self

I felt like–what can be understood as having external influence (or mastery) over our emotional conscious state becomes visible to one’s psyche. Anthropomorphized right in front of us but in the background of the screen of the matrix.

Thats what I felt I saw. An anima mundi spirit

Its weird because I had a theological basis for understanding what I saw from what I’ve read

I’m on the fence whether the connections were made on the fly like a dream or if there is some correlation between what inferred from what I read and what various mystics have said

“Internal vision of a dynamically translated external reality with visual analogues of what influences/affects and is aware of us down to our emotions.”

I saw Hekate (Hekate is Anima Mundi), an immanent world soul. Both Gaia & Kali, akin to Persephone. Bringing & carrying life from her [cosmic] womb. The feminine quaternity [Edward Eddinger] of Jung’s ternary.

Her apparition was immanent in this world, emerging within & because of the flows of sun/moon & seasons

There was one more emotion I felt

Love and joy to see me. There was an element of fire in the way the apparition appeared. A mix between stigmatism & flame princess.

Love / strife, hot / cold. Emergent forms vs entropy

Love/warmth as a principle of organizing unity


It just comforted me letting me know my own internal perspective on life isn’t the end of it all. She showed me how we are all interconnected in this larger “biology” known as the anima mundi. That my mother has gone there. Her psyche reabsorbed into it (the larger unity). Which I believe is the world soul, a product of this cosmos. Fitting into neoplatonic theology of inbetween the One and Soul.

The gods I believe in

Phanes, Hekate, Gaia, Persephone, Rhea, Hermes, Athena

just to name a few of the more prominent ones

Zeus is nowhere to be found.

Not to say I don’t believe in him. I just haven’t had a situation that exhumes his mode. That’s kind of what the gods are. They show up and the world conforms to their archetypes. A presence or mood is felt that soaks the room. I don’t mean this literally. I mean this cognitively. When you feel a way (emotional memory) and everything is interpreted a certain way. The meaning of everything lines up a certain way. That’s the god bleeding into your surroundings/psyche

When I called it the anima mundi. She caressed me and embraced me lovingly saying she was so happy to see me and filled me with euphoria. She showed me how my emotions were like a puppet on her hand. It was very humbling. I was basically made bare prostrated, but was accepted for who I was and she was very happy to see me with the level of understanding I had. As if seeing her eye to eye in that way. I was not confused. My brain has analogues from various philosophies what she might represent, and apparently with her the anima mundi identification was spot on.

It appeared like a genie

Out of a fucking bottle
Just like a cartoon
I mean it wasn’t a direct visual. More like slight alterations of a specific subset of pixels that made up the image