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La Parisienne aka Byzantium Gueras
– William Durant, Chapter 1, on Crete of his work, “The Life of the Greece”
Homage to Ke$ha
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.
- Anima Mundi (Gaia)
- Tree of life
- eros (passion)*
*to me eros represents a creative passion (muses) and desire to achieve ones goals.
#immanence #transcendence #emergence
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