a fascinating description of the Anima, as I read this, I just have to think of Dostojevsky.
“Shield men from her, and her from men. Listen to what she wails and sings in prison but don’t let her escape, as she will immediately turn whore. As her husband, you are blessed through her and therefore cursed. She belongs to the daimonic race of the Tom Thumbs and giants and is only distantly related to humankind. If you seek to grasp her in human terms you will be beside yourself The excess of your rage, your doubt, and your love belong to her, but only the excess. If you give her this excess, humanity will be saved from the nightmare. For if you do not see your soul, you see her in fellow men and this will drive you mad since this devilish mystery and hellish spook can hardly be seen through. Carl Jung, The Red Book, Pages 343-344.
“Look at man, the weal (one in his wretchedness and torment, whom the Gods have singled out as their quarry-tear to pieces the bloody veil that the lost soul has woven around man, the cruel nets were woven by the death-bringing, and take hold of the divine whore who still cannot recover from her fall from grace and craves filth and power in raving blindness. Lock her up like a lecherous bitch who would like to mingle her blood with every dirty cur. Capture her, may enough, at last, be enough. Let her for once tasting your torment so that she will get to feel man and his hammer, which he has wrested from the Gods.
“May man rule in the human world. May his laws be valid. But treat the souls, daemons, and Gods in their way; offering what is demanded. But burden no man, demand and expect nothing from him, with what your devil-souls and God-souls lead you to believe, but endure and remain silent and do piously what befits your kind. You should act not on the other but on yourself unless the other asks for your help or opinion. Do you understand what the other does? Never-how should you? Does the other understand what you do? Whence do you take the right to think about the other and act on him? You have neglected yourself your garden is full of weeds, and you want to teach your neighbour about order and provide evidence for his shortcomings.
“Why should you keep silent about the others? Because there would be plenty to discuss concerning your own daemons. But if you act on and think about the other without him soliciting your opinion or advice, you do so because you cannot distinguish yourself from your soul. Therefore you fall victim to her presumption and help her to whore. Or do you believe that you must lend your human power to the soul or the Gods, or even that it will be useful and pious work if you want to bring the Gods to bear on others? Blinded one, that is Christian presumptuousness. The Gods don’t need your help, you a laughable idolater, who seem to yourself like a God and want to form, improve, rebuke, educate, and create men. Are you perfect yourself?-therefore remain silent, mind your business, and behold your inadequacy every day. You are most in need of your own help; you should keep your opinions and good advice ready for yourself and not run to others like a whore with understanding and the desire to help.
You don’t need to play God. What are demons, who don’t act out of themselves? So let them go to work, but not through you, or else you yourself will become a daemon to others; leave them to themselves and don’t pre-empt them with awkward love, concern, care, advice, and other presumptions. Otherwise, you would be doing the work of the daemons; you yourself would become a daemon and therefore go into a frenzy. But the daemons are pleased with the raving of helpless men advising and striving to help others. So stay quiet, fulfil the cursed work of redemption on yourself for then the daemons must torment themselves and in the same way all your fellow men, who do not distinguish themselves from their souls and let themselves be mocked by daemons. Is it cruel to leave your blinded fellow human beings to their own devices? It would be cruel if you could open their eyes. But you could open their eyes only if they solicited your opinion and help. Yet if they do not, they do not need your help. If you force your help on them nonetheless, you become their daemon and increase their blindness, since you set a bad example. Draw the coat of patience and silence over your head, sit down, and leave the daemon to accomplish his work. If he brings something about, he will work wonders. Thus will you sit under fruit-bearing trees.
“Know that the daemons would like to inflame you to embrace their work, which is not yours. And, you fool, you believe that it is you and that it is your work. Why? Because you can’t distinguish yourself from your soul. But you are distinct from her, and you should not pursue whoring with other souls as if you yourself were a soul, but instead, you are a powerless man who needs all his force for his own completion. Why do you look to the other? What you see in him lies neglected in yourself You should be the guard before the prison of your soul. You are your soul’s eunuch, who protects her from Gods and men or protects the Gods and men from her. Power is given to the weak man, a poison that paralyzes even the Gods, like a poison sting bestowed upon the little bee whose force is far inferior to yours. Your soul could seize this poison and thereby endanger even the Gods. So put the soul under wraps, distinguish yourself from her, since not only your fellow men but also the Gods must live.
”When DIAHMON had finished, I turned to my soul, who had come nearer from above during DIAHMON’s speech, and spoke to her: “Have you heard what DIAHMON has been saying? How does this tone strike you? Is his advice good?”But she said, “Do not mock, or else you strike yourself Do not forget to love me.”
“It is difficult for me to unite hate and love,” I replied.“I understand,” she said, “yet you know that it is the same. Hate and love mean the same to me. Like all women of my kind, form matters less to me than that everything belongs to me or else to no one. I am also jealous of the hate you give others. I want everything since I need everything for the great journey that I intend to begin after your disappearance. I must prepare in good time. Until then I must make timely provision and much is still lacking. “”And do you agree that I throw you into prison,” I asked.
“Of course,” she answered, “there I have peace and can collect myself Your human world makes me drunk-so much human blood-I could get intoxicated on it to the point of madness. Doors of iron, walls of stone, cold darkness and the rations of penance-that are the bliss of redemption. You do not suspect my torment when the bloody intoxication seizes me, hurls me again and again into the living matter from a dark fearful creative urge that formerly brought me close to the lifeless and ignited the terrible lust for procreation in me. Remove me from conceiving matter, the rutting feminine of yawning emptiness. Force me into confinement where I can find resistance and my own law. Where I can think about the journey, the rising sun the dead one spoke o£ and the buzzing, melodious golden wings. Be thankful-don’t you want to thank me? You are blinded. You deserve my highest thanks.”Filled with delight at these words, I cried: ”How divinely beautiful you are!” And at the same time fury seized me:
“Oh, bitterness! You have dragged me through sheer and utter Hell, you have tormented me nearly to death -and I long for your thanks. Yes, I am moved that you thank me. The hound’s nature lies in my blood. Therefore I am bitter-for my sake, since how does it move you! You are divine and devilishly great, wherever and howsoever you are. As yet I am only your eunuch doorkeeper, no less imprisoned than you. Speak, you concubine of Heaven, you divine monster! Have I not fished you from the swamp? How do you like the black hole? Speak without blood, sing from your own force, you have gorged yourself on men.”Then my soul writhed and like a downtrodden worm turned and cried out, “Pity, have compassion.”
“Compassion? Have you ever had compassion for me? You brute bestial tormentor! You’ve never gotten past compassionate moods. You lived on human food and drank my blood. Has it made you fat? Will you learn to revere the torment of the human animal? What would you souls and Gods want without a man? Why do you long for him? Speak, whore!”She sobbed, “My speech stops. I’m horrified at your accusation.”
“Are you going to get serious? Are you going to have second thoughts? Are you going to learn modesty or perhaps even some other human virtue, you soulless soul-being? Yes, you have no soul, because you are the thing itself you fiend. Would you like a human soul? Should I perhaps become your earthly soul so that you will have a soul? You see, I’ve gone to your school. I’ve learned how one behaves as a soul, perfectly ambiguous, mysteriously untruthful and hypocritical.” ~Carl Jung, The Red Book, Pages 343-344.
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