We might be sleeping, and when we die, we will awaken; unknown!
I must count the years since you left this Earth (or as you called it in your book: changing the level!) to find out how long it passed because these don’t mean to me as I have the feeling it was yesterday. (Tonight, we enter the sixteenth year of separation, although our reunion is getting closer.)
You’ve written many things about death and have many versions. I have found some of your notes on this, though some were hard to discern. ( Mostly, you were drunk when you wrote them and called them “Schnapsideen”, according to Germans!) But they all show your efforts to definite this great puzzle: the death.
“Death is psychologically as important as birth, and like it, is an integral part of life. … As a doctor, I make every effort to strengthen the belief in immortality, especially with older patients when such questions come threateningly close. For, seen from a correct psychological perspective, death is not an end, but a goal and life’s inclination toward death begins as soon as the meridian is passed. C. G. Jung (1957) CW 13
But the other day, you were full of life and permanently in love! However, this “falling in love” was not so expected or ordinary, as you never were! You were rather alone, and when I among our friends have tried vainly to set you up with a girl, you’ve been looking for a forbidden love. You have loved the impossible love, like Pip in one of your favourite novels, The Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. Pip had loved Estella from the button of his heart but painfully and in vain as you worshipped it: painfully and in vain. Yes! You were unconventional; what love desires.
However, you never forgot your beloved point of “changing the level”, and I kept believing. Once, you told me about Jung’s point of view on this matter, that “death is inevitable and to think otherwise is to live in denial. More than just denial, it means living against one’s instincts.”
Live on and look forwards!
Jung writes from his most profound personal encounter with his soul in The Red Book, “The knowledge of death came to me that night… I went into the inner death and saw that outer dying is better than inner death. And, I decided to die outside and live within… I turned away and sought the place of the inner life.”
Yet, I try to follow the master and live the inner life, as you’ve done, even though what remains for me is the memories; You do remember how Paul Simon had mused about it; Time it was And what a time it was; it was A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago, it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories They’re all that’s left you (“Bookends” Simon & Garfunkel)
Although the word Pietà (from Italy means compassion) essentially comes from Jesus & Mary Statue, we can find many of these kinds in our ancient history. Is it a coincidence (which I would never believe in that!) or a repeating idea?
Anyhow, we all have such nursing by our own mother and, with more luck, by Mother Nature, which is a precious goal. Here is another worth reading article by Marie Grillot about this Goddess mother and her influential and legendary will to bring (tinker) her brother/husband scattered body into life again. And also a reportage on the find of this golden Pietà. 🙏💖
If its more distant origins remain obscure, the first mention relating to the goddess Isis – Aset – is found, in the 5th Dynasty, in the “Texts of the Pyramids”. Daughter of Geb and Nut, sister of Nephthys, and wife of her brother Osiris, the “role” in which she is perhaps the most represented are that of mother of Horus…
We will not recount the violent quarrels and intrigues that lead to her husband’s terrible assassination by her brother Seth… Dismembered and butchered, the grieving widow will never stop, with the precious help of her sister, recovering the 14 (16 or 42?) body parts…
Drying up her tears, courage, and will, will help her in this quest, which is long and arduous but ultimately fruitful. She will thus be able to reconstitute, by the practice of funeral rites and by the creation of mummification, the body of Osiris… To compensate for the absence of the sex of the deceased that a fish would have swallowed, she knew how to show an imagination “fertile”… “The goddess’ talents as a great magician and the many artifices of which she has the secret put to use again: she models a penis in the ground and replaces the missing phallus. She thus restores her virility to Osiris, hoping to conceive a child by him and give an heir to the throne of Egypt coveted by Seth” (Florence Quentin).
This posthumous union will be – one might say – “blessed by the gods”… Fertilized but still threatened, Isis will hide in the thickets of papyrus to experience her pregnancy there… In the “swamps of Chemnis”, it is there that she will be born this little Horus, eternal child of the Osirian myth…
Nourished from her breast – “by breastfeeding him Isis transmitted power to him” – he was loved and protected by this mother. The latter, aware of the threats hanging over him, applied herself not only to thwart the plots but also to make them stronger and to “legitimize” them…
“After that, she helped her son with her intelligence and magical power during his struggle to recover his inheritance and the lawsuit he had to bring against his uncle to succeed his father” (Isabelle Franco)…
Revered and adored as a nurturing, loving and protective mother, she enjoyed great popular piety. “It was during the Third Intermediate Period that Isis assumed this role of archetypal mother in this iconographic type and, during the 1st millennium, it was declined in countless statuettes”, specifies Laurent Coulomb. He further adds that this type of statuette “could be consecrated in a religious context but is also similar to the amulets with prophylactic virtues which accompanied the different stages of the life of the Egyptians, from birth to death and travel in the world. ‘beyond”…
This is how the Egyptian departments of museums hold – often in several copies – these figures of breastfeeding Isis – snuggling or nursing Isis – or Isis Lactans…
This representation is particularly touching and luminous in the Cairo Museum (JE 91327). It is 22 cm high, and the bronze in which it is fashioned is, for the image of the goddess (apart from her headdress) enhanced with gold leaf.
Isis is seated on a throne whose hieroglyphic sign is used to write her name… She wears a lovely three-part “raven black” wig with tubular locks covering her shoulders with the remains of a vulture; it is surmounted by a mortar ringed with uraei. In its centre are stuck cow horns in the shape of a lyre enclosing a golden solar disk. Compared to the precise work of the hairstyle, her face seems more summarily treated. The large, inlaid eyes are expressive; the nose is fine, the mouth discreet… Dressed in a long dress, which goes down to the ankles, her silhouette is graceful.
Her pose is classic. With her right hand, she holds her round breast, which she holds out to the child seated on her lap, whose head she supports with her left hand.
Little Horus, naked and sated, appear slender. His anatomy – which is no longer really that of an infant – is well rendered, particularly the well-marked chest and navel and a few folds on the abdomen… Confident, his eyes half-closed, he does not wear the wisp of childhood that usually makes him so easily identifiable. He is wearing a curious helmet adorned with a frontal uraeus that seems too big for him…
This “mother to child”, reproducing this gesture which comes from the depths of time and nourishes us all, is imbued with tenderness and love…
Dating from the late period, its provenance is summarily indicated: Saqqara or Abusir… The opportunity to recall that, far from the known sanctuaries dedicated to her such as Philae or far from the Greco-Roman Mammisi, Isis was also venerated in the sector of the pyramids… Thus Francesco Tiradritti recalls that: “In the district of the Pyramids, a tradition dating back to the first millennium before our era, identified the southernmost pyramid of the queens of Cheops as the burial place of the goddess Isis. Along its side eastern shrine, which remained active from the 21st Dynasty to the Ptolemaic Period, was built and dedicated to “Isis of the Pyramids. Minimal remains today of the small temple, except the chapel that the priests of the cult of Isis had built in honour of their goddess”.
According to the Germans, it is an Extrablatt (by a special newspaper edition)! Because tomorrow we are going to Berlin for a few days, mainly to realize my three-year-old appointments with US Embassy for my visa. Actually, as a German, it’s no problem getting the visa for us via ESTA (my wife already got it), but I was born in Iran, which makes a problem! Therefore, I must do a personal interview to prove if I am qualified for it.
Anyway, it is a long story (if someone might remember that) about my attempt to fly to the USA in early 2020 to visit my brother-in-law and his daughters after almost forty years. But as you can guess, it’s all cancelled plus many further appointments. Now it looks like it will take place.
So! But as it’s not the weekend (my brain is still raw!🥴) and human is a creature of habit, I’ll make it easier for myself and bring some lovely tweets from my Twitter stall. May the force be with you and your finger crossed (for me?😁 ) until we overwhelm all the problems. Take care. 🙏🥰💖🙏🤗
Al, Me, our Close Encounters of the Second Kind, and Dr C.G.Jung! Part 3 (Including odd Visions, Dreams and Concepts. Abduction!?!)
In this third part, I want to tell you about the after-effects on us (at least on me) of our experience that night. (here & here are the last parts if one hasn’t read them yet.🙏) These after-effects, what I mean, are the dreams and some spectacular visions which I had.
But first, let’s have a look at our past (historical and religious). We see these Sagas talking about the Gods and Goddesses coming from above (the sky) down to the Earth. I can remember well once I asked my Mum; why when we pray, we hold our hands towards the sky and look there up? She answered; because the Earth is full of sin and filth, and the sky is pure and innocent. I don’t know if she found it out herself or picked it up somewhere, but in any case, it convinced me.
Here Dr Jung explains;
“In the threatening situation of the world today, when people are beginning to see that everything is at stake, the projection-creating fantasy soars beyond the realm of earthly organizations and powers into the heavens, into interstellar space, where the rulers of human fate, the gods, once had their abode in the planets… Even people who would never have thought that a religious problem could be a serious matter that concerned them personally are beginning to ask themselves fundamental questions. Under these circumstances, it would not be surprising at all if those sections of the community who ask themselves nothing were visited by `visions,’ by a widespread myth seriously believed in by some and rejected as absurd by others.”–C. G. Jung, in Flying Saucers?
After our encounter that very night, I’ve begun having dreams whenever I took a nap. These naps are common to the addicted people currently in a hangover state. Unfortunately, I can only remember two of them; 1- I dreamed that Al and I were lying on our couch looking TV. Suddenly I noticed the ground beside me was digging out, and a coffin came out of the Earth. My heart was beating fast, and I saw a sign like a cross on the top of the casket. Then, the cover slipped aside; as I eagerly looked inside, I woke up!
2- I dreamed about that night of our encounter on the roof. That was actually the continuation of that moment when the ship stood directly above our heads. In my dream, it hovered a while and came down in front of us, and a gate (a big door) opened, and some small creatures (typical aliens) came out of it. They walked nearer, took Al over their hands, and carried him into the ship. Then everything turned white in front of my eyes; I couldn’t see anything, only white and I woke up! We didn’t talk so much about these dreams. Al has always been a good dreams interpreter, but he kept silent about these too.
When we came to Germany, an issue caught us up in the early 90s: Abduction. Although this is an old issue, it became famous in the early 60s, with the Betty and Barney Hill abduction generating widespread publicity. I don’t want to get into the details and cause a long read. I just want to mention that it became trendy in the 70s and 80s through many books with hypnotized Inhalt and many movies on this topic. And as Al and I were in the free world, we began immediately to deal with this topic.
In this seminar was that we had an opportunity to talk to Dr Mack; That was the second day, late afternoon, when Al and I sat at one of the tables, suddenly we saw him with his secretary standing near our table and looking confused, saying; who is here English speaking?! Al raised his hand, and he ran to us at once and said, thank goodness, here all are speaking German!
Anyway, we began to talk, and as he asked about our experiences, we told him our stories and then I told him about my dream of this. He laughed and said, you are who was brought to the ship and not your brother!
Dr Mack was a wonderful, friendly and intellectual man who enthusiastically worked with many people who had abduction experiences (abductees) and tried to help them with hypnotizing to solve their trauma. Unfortunately, On Monday, September 27, 2004, he died in London after a (dubious) car crash, and many questions remain unanswered.
In the coming years, I had many visions like seeing shadows and hearing voices, especially on the nights when I slept; someone called my name so loudly that I woke up! But one of them is so weird that I must write here: it was one or two years before my brother Al left this Earth; I say it because I have a strange feeling that it has something to do with that. I was swamped with my work those days, and I remember I was exhausted and wanted to sleep. When I lay down on my bed and closed m eyes, I saw a face in front of me, inside my eyelid! It was so clear that I shockingly opened my eyes. I looked around and wondered what it was? I closed my eyes but saw it again, as it never faded. I opened my eyes somehow terrifyingly. Shortly said, I did it several times, and with every closing of my eyes, it was clearly present. Finally, I gave up and stared into my eyelids at this face; it was somehow feminine according to my feeling, and she was so real. My heart was beating faster as we were looking straight at each other. She had a round naked head and big beautiful eyes; after a while, she slowly closed her eyes as if telling me: everything would be alright, considerable suffering would come, but everything would be okay! And I went into a deep sleep.
In any case, these all are weird and inexplicable to me. Maybe someday, somewhere, I will find the answer somehow.
The strange thing about these kidnappings is that those affected have the same signage from these aliens worldwide. I don’t know if I was kidnapped or not; maybe you are too. In any case, these memories stay with me. Let’s see; perhaps the truth will show itself in the future. 😉🤗🙏💖
… Wisdom is not communicable. Wisdom, which a sage tries to impart, always sounds like folly… Knowledge can be imparted, but Wisdom cannot. You can find it, live it, be carried by it, work miracles with it, but you can’t say it or teach it.
Hermann (Karl) Hesse was a German-Swiss poet, novelist, and painter. He’s famous primarily as a poet, though he was a sensitive observer of nature and the meaning of the existence of all creations. His best-known works include Demian, Steppenwolf, Siddhartha, and The Glass Bead Game, exploring an individual’s search for authenticity, self-knowledge and spirituality. Here I present a poem from one of his famous books, Siddhartha. It’s an Indian Poem, a 1922 novel that deals with the spiritual journey of self-discovery of a man named Siddhartha during the Gautama Buddha.
Once, he told her: You are like me; you are different from all people. You are Kamala, nothing else, and there is peace inside you, a refuge where you can retire at any moment and feel warmth, just as I do. Few people have this ability, and yet everyone could acquire it. Not all people are smart, Kamala said. No, said Sindharta, this is not it. Kamaswami is as bright as I am, but he can not find refuge in himself. Others may or may not have young children in mind. For most people, Kamala is like a leaf that falls, that the wind picks it up, swirls for a while and then soars and clumps to the ground. But few others are like the stars that follow a fixed orbit, and the wind does not reach them because the orbit and the law that follow are inside them. Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
Another Queen or a Goddess of magic Egypt! The name of the Satdjehuti occurs once on the Turin shroud of the “king’s daughter” Ahmose (Turin 63001) from her tomb QV47 in the Valley of the Queens and once with the nickname “Satibu” on her coffin mask (ÄS 7163). On the coffin mask, she is titled as “king’s daughter” and “king’s sister” and on the shroud additionally as “king’s wife”. Both are very likely the same person. (Alfred Grimm, Sylvia Schoske: Im Zeichen des Mondes, 1999, S. 41) de. Wikipedia. org
Sitdjehuti’s mummy was discovered around 1820, along with its coffin, golden mask, a heart scarab, and linens donated by her niece Queen Ahmose-Nefertari. The linen is inscribed with the text:
Given in favour of the god’s wife, king’s wife and king’s mother Ahmose Nefertari may she live, so Satdjehuty.
Satdjehuti’s coffin lid is now held in Munich, while her funerary mask is located in the British Museum (EA 29770).
As humans, it is always challenging to illustrate divine beauty. However, the artisans in old Egypt tried to make it possible. Here is another brilliant description by the adorable Dame and friend of mine,Marie Grillot. 🙏💖
The mask of Satdjehuty, a “relative” of Ahmes-Nefertari …
This magnificent mummy mask is in the image of Satdjehuty, a lady – or young girl – who lived in Thebes at the beginning of the 18th dynasty. She was from high society, and it could be that she evolved at court, in the close entourage of Queen Ahmes-Nefertari… This would tend to justify the delicate craftsmanship and the richness of this mask which was placed on her mummy…
33 cm high, it is made of cardboard, and its upper part is mainly covered with gold leaf.
The face is perfectly symmetrical with beautiful almond eyes. Surrounded by black, they are extended by a fine make-up line and surmounted by delicate eyebrows that respond to them… The enigmatic and mysterious gaze seems fascinated by the eternity to come…
The nose is nicely shaped, and the mouth with closed lips shows slight dimples at the corners.
The lady wears a heavy wig painted in lapis lazuli blue and streaked with fine vertical gold-coloured lines… A headdress, which resembles a vulture’s skin worn by queens, covers her in an imposing and dazzling decoration of feathers…
The vast and rich usekh necklace that adorns his neck, with its succession of rows of pearls rendered by fine incisions, is also made of gold…
In ancient Egypt, gold was charged with powers: unalterable, it was likened to the flesh of the gods, and it also had to ensure the protection of the deceased.
The lapis lazuli (Khesebedj) to which the wig’s colour is assimilated was reputed to be the stone in which the hair of the gods was made: as a result, it too was adorned with virtues. As for the golden headdress which covers it, it is thus analysed by Edna R. Russmann: “The wings are examples of protective symbolism which, like the feather motifs on many anthropoid coffins of the XVII and early Eighteenth Dynasty, evoke the tutelage of Isis and other deities”. For Nigel Strudwick: “The feather effect of the winged headdress of this mask is perhaps associated with the so-called rishi-type coffin popular in Thebes at the very end of the Second Intermediate Period and the beginning of the New Kingdom”.
Under the last drop-shaped row of the necklace, the mask panel is rounded and light in colour. In the centre, two columns of hieroglyphs stand out, inscribed in black, mentioning “funerary offerings to Osiris and Anubis”. The name of the deceased, which should have been mentioned below, is unfortunately lost… How then could this mask have been attributed to Satdjehuty? Here is John Taylor’s answer: “The owner’s identity was established from several large pieces of fine linen buried with her. These bear inscriptions in ink, giving her name and the indication that she was ‘a praised’ of Queen Ahmose Nefertari, the wife of King Ahmose I. Satdjehuty may have been a privileged member of the Queen’s entourage and, through this association, may have received the privilege of an exceptionally well-laid-out burial”.
The mask arrived at the British Museum in 1880 by acquisition from Morten & Son along with other pieces of the exact origin. It came from the collection of Samuel Hull of Uxbridge. “The mask, along with other objects, had probably been obtained by Samuel Hull’s brother, John Fowler Hull (1801-1825) when he visited Egypt in 1824 (as noted by fellow traveller John Madox )” specifies the museum where the mask is exhibited under the reference EA29770.