What a Pity!

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As I hover over the news and feel the hangover from all this stress, I give my mind another chance to relax by jotting down a few words.
Of course, I didn’t swear an oath to post every week (like some, daily; oh my goodness, save me!😛). However, as I mentioned in my last post, I need to talk to my “Patient Stone” to help me gather my scattered thoughts.

Honestly, I have numerous projects and ideas to pursue and share, but my busy mind is too preoccupied to concentrate on them. On the other hand, I had to delete many of my old posts because WP warned me that my 13 GB storage limit was full, leaving me with the choice of upgrading or deleting. Since I couldn’t afford to upgrade, I had no option but to delete them. Now I have some space to post more!

I think, as well as believe, that the animals have their own characters and, in their own instinctual life, have their own species-specific way of living, even though we compare some of them, like sheep, with humans in the form of messes.

Dr Jung viewed “mass-mindedness” and mass psychology as perilous, believing crowds trigger “the dynamisms of the collective man,” transforming individuals into “beasts or demons” until they join a mob. Crowds diminish morality, incite fears, provoke “infantile behaviour,” and can cause even the most virtuous to lose their significance, resulting in “psychologically abnormal” individuals. Mobs foster “herd psychology” and produce “mass man,” who is childish, irrational, irresponsible, and emotional. The crowd dissolves personal responsibility, facilitating crimes and increasing reliance on the state.

The levelling down of the masses through suppression of the aristocratic or hierarchical structure natural to a community is bound, sooner or later, to lead to disaster. For when everything outstanding is levelled down, the signposts are lost, and the longing to be led becomes an urgent necessity.
~Carl Jung, CW 17, Para 248

Now, I’d like to share one of my Facebook posts that reflects my thoughts. It is a poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, a notable American poet, painter, and social activist. Ferlinghetti published works of many Beat poets and is sometimes considered a Beat poet himself, although he never liked that label!

You are Whitman, you are Poe, you are Mark Twain, you are Emily Dickinson and Edna St. Vincent Millay, you are Neruda and Mayakovsky and Pasolini, you are an American or a non-American, you can conquer the conquerors with words….
~ Lawrence Ferlinghetti. From Poetry as Insurgent Art [I am signalling you through the flames]
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Pity the Nation (After Khalil Gibran)

Pity the nation whose people are sheep
And whose shepherds mislead them
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars
Whose sages are silenced
and whose bigots haunt the airways
Pity the nation that raises not its voice
but aims to rule the world
by force and by torture
And knows
No other language but its own
Pity the nation whose breath is money
and sleeps the sleep of the too well fed
Pity the nation, oh, pity the people of my country
My country, tears of thee
Sweet land of liberty!

I’d also like to share one of Mozart’s greatest works, a requiem, to comfort the spirits. Wishing all individuals friends a peaceful time. 💖🙏

Patient Stone! (!سنگ صبور) Or, A Line from Gloom!

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(A “patience stone” (Persian: sang-e sabur) is a legendary element from Persian folklore that absorbs secrets, pain, and hardships when spoken to. It patiently listens until it breaks or explodes, thus relieving the speaker of emotional burdens.)

As we understand it now, in Persian traditional sagas, the term ‘Patient Stone’ refers to a stone where people can share their pain and worries to ease their hearts. I think this website or blog on WordPress has become similar to a patient stone, holding our suffering and helping to lighten our minds. I take this chance to share my feelings with you, my friends. I just hope our WP, serving as a patient stone, doesn’t explode under the weight!

‘It is no measure of health to be well adjusted in a profoundly sick society.’ ~Krishnamurti.

Madness amongst Individuals is rare. Amongst the Collective, it is the rule.’ ~ Nietzsche

‘To be normal is the ultimate aim of the unsuccessful.’ ~Carl Gustav Jung.

Via Chis Sizeland from FB 🙏

Lately, carrying a heavy heart, I reflect on my memories to soothe my soul. A poem by the renowned Persian poet Nima Yushij came to mind, resonating deeply with my current feelings. I believe I have been searching for this flautist (in this poem) for a long time, as I have been constantly seeking harmony and a muse, both of which I have missed ever since.

I’ve previously shared a post about this great poet’s work, but I wanted to share this very poem again to show how it resonates with me. You may want to check out the full post here!

My home is cloudy
The entire earth is clouded by that
from the height of the mountains pass,
broken, ruined, and drunk,
The wind whirls, and the whole world has been shattered by that,
and so have my senses.
Ay, flautist, that the sound of your flute brought you out of the road, where are you?
My home is cloudy
But the cloud seems to tend towards rain.
In the reverie of my bright days that have been lost,
I, in the face of my Sun, carry to observe at the threshold of the sea.
And all the world is ruined and shattered by the wind.
And on the path, the flautist who blows into his flute in this cloudy world has his own path ahead.

And here is the original version;


خانه‌ام ابریست …

خانه ام ابری ست

یکسره روی زمین ابری ست با آن.

از فراز گردنه خرد و خراب و مست

باد میپیچد.

یکسره دنیا خراب از اوست

و حواس من!

آی نی زن که تو را آوای نی برده ست دور از ره کجایی؟

خانه ام ابری ست اما

ابر بارانش گرفته ست

در خیال روزهای روشنم کز دست رفتندم،

من به روی آفتابم

می برم در ساحت دریا نظاره.

و همه دنیا خراب و خرد از باد است

و به ره ، نی زن که دائم می نوازد نی ، در این دنیای ابراندود

Thank you for reading! 🙏💖

All Wars in the World begin first within one’s Own Self!

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First, one must find a way to resolve and balance one’s internal conflict by knowing one’s Shadow; that is all I can say for now! I might do that, as my mind is desperately seeking a calm sanctuary within my soul to find peace!

“My I, you are a barbarian. I want to live with you; therefore, I will carry you through an utterly medieval Hell until you are capable of making living with you bearable. You should be the vessel and womb of life; therefore, I shall purify you. The touchstone is being alone with oneself. This is the way.” ~Carl Jung, The Red Book, Page 330.

Carl Gustav Jung: “What drives people to war with themselves is the suspicion or the knowledge that they consist of two persons in opposition to one another. The conflict may be between the sensual and the spiritual man, or between the Ego and the Shadow. It is what Faust means when he says: ‘Two souls, alas, are housed within my breast.’ A neurosis is a splitting of personality.”
~C.G. Jung, CW 11, para. 522
Via and with thanks to Laura London. @JungianLaura

Sending love and peaceful wishes! 🙏💖

Where are We Headed? To measure the Mercilessness of Killing?!

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Why are you so pensive? Don’t you want to write a good story, as always? It will definitely help you! My wife told me recently. However, I still feel low and unmotivated to start working as I usually do, so let’s keep it brief!

It is chilly outside, with no sign of spring, as I know from my birthtown, Tehran; at the beginning of April, I could always breathe in the warmth and the scent of blooming buds. And yet, everything seems dull and icy, much like my thoughts.

As I predicted, the devils are at work! Honestly, I suspect that the Islamic regime in Iran is controlled by the West, and I’ve been wondering why the war isn’t ending sooner. Now I understand: the oil industry earns nearly 90 million euros in profit “every day”!

And the politicians also perform their roles, speaking and letting words flow without meaning. Earlier, President Trump said, ‘We are making Iran great, and then later, we are bringing Iran back to the Stone Age,’ !!

I hope you will carry on my muddy feelings, as I can’t hide them behind roses or pretend to be happy. Still, I wish you all, my dear friends, a joyful (as much as possible) Easter season, and I hope you stay safe and healthy. 🤗🌹🙏