We are already back from our holiday, and I thought that the muse might not be ripe for making a new post. But the intuition to write a new, doesn’t let me wait for the next week. Therefore, I share this quotation from Dr Jung, which I posted yesterday on FB and I love it so much. Have a wonderful weekend everyone 🤗❤️🦋🌹
But if dreams produce such essential compensations, why are they not understandable? I’ve been asked this question many times. One must answer that the dream is a natural event and that nature shows no inclination to make its fruits available free of charge and in accordance with human expectations. It is often objected that compensation is ineffective if the dream is not understood. But that is not so certain, since many things work without being understood. However, we can undoubtedly increase the effect considerably through understanding, which is often necessary because the unconscious can be overheard. “Quod natura relinquit imperfectum, ars perficit!” (What nature left unfinished, art finishes!) is an alchemical saying. Carl jung Vom Wesen Der Träume Traum und Traumdeutung. Art; Mother Nature, Pinterest (Josephine Wall)
I might call it “Another Extrablatt!” Because after a turbulent week and a funeral (bereavement) without any (four) weddings, my adorable wife has holidays, which means freak out otherwhere! Though this time (as the condition demands), our trip will be no further than in the neighbourhood: Holand; from tomorrow Saturday, till the following Saturday. Therefore, I must apologise for will not burdening you for a while!
However, I had an unforgettable memory of my Holand’s trips, as I did it more often in the 90s. Along with our younger friends, Al and I have travelled many times there. Not only because of “free smoking” but also the friendly and beautiful Dutch people. But this unique trip which I am talking about had some extraordinary events. That was about the middle of the 90s as we: Al, me and three friends borrowed my girlfriend’s car from those days and drove to Amsterdam. We wanted to stay there for about three days and had some sleeping bags to stay overnight in the parks. We had a lovely time and had got a lot of fun. On the last day, when we wanted to leave back home, one of our friends insisted that we had to have a final walk through the city and we could still drive home in the evening. We agreed, and I drove the car toward an abandoned place to park it and cared about the forbidden parking traffic signs; as I saw almost everywhere in Amsterdam, parking was strictly prohibited.
After our final cut, we returned to where I parked the car and shockingly saw the empty place. First, I thought loudly of some robbery, but Al meant it was daylight, and it couldn’t be. We were all confused until some young men passed by, and one of them said smilingly: the police must have towed it away! What!! I asked the young man if he could please tell us how we’d trace our car? He was so nice and gave us the direction; we walked about three or four kilometres till we reached the towing service. From there, we were sent to the police office a few kilometres away downtown. We were exhausted and out of breath when we reached that department. The officer was very kind to us and kindly asked for 250 Golden to give us the car back! How expensive! I said, and he answered: it’s so the price, and for the next time we should know there’s no free parking place in Amsterdam!
The truth is bitter! Once one had said, but this time it was truly bitter: we had not a penny in the packet. The only way out of this mess was to phone my girlfriend to ask for money if she’d like to see her car again! The officer was more kind to let me call home by his phone. Although my darling wasn’t so thrilled to hear the news, she unwillingly agreed to send me the money per post. It was the fastest way, and we had to accept it. We went to our car in the parking lot (all the towed vehicles). An officer warned us not to stay there, and better if we would take our sleeping bags and go to the opposite, there was a meadow to spend the night. We did that, more or less, and thank goodness that we were still young!
On the following day, early as possible, we walked to the post office (luckily wasn’t so far) and got back to pay the charge. On the way back home, we sang songs and laughed at that adventure. Everything always goes easily in the youth when the battery is still full! Have a lovely time till back then. 🤗🥰🙏💖✌🎻🎵
At the beginning of my entrance on Facebook, I became a hungry member of many Egyptian groups. It was, of course, not because of my knowledge about this magical myth, but because of my brother Al who knew a lot about and highly acknowledged this topic. Mainly through his love for two great Egyptologists: Graham Hancock and Robert Bauval.
Although the idea that I could work with this and learn more went wrong! Unfortunately, the story of discovery in Egypt is so old that there are certain firmnesses based on some arrogant opportunists who think they have known every mystory and have found everything that there was to be found. I was so disappointed that I had to leave many of these groups.
Anyhow, a long-time connection to a Jung connoisseur, Mr Lewis Lafontaine, made me decide to do an experiment with a new search and Jungian groups. And my disappointment changed into a great encouragement when I found a group of Dr Jung followers, “Carl Jung and the Creative Bridge”. It was a door not only to my studies in the future but also a great help to look back inside my soul.
There it became much better when I met two excellent Jungian masters: Laurent Tremblay and Craig Nelson. They pushed me forwards on this topic, especially when Craig Nelson told us about five hundred pages found written by Carl Jung in German and asked for any possible help to translate them. I dared give my hand, and he dared trust in me! Of course, he gave me only five pages, and I tried not to disappoint him, though, putting it bluntly, these five pages brought me out of breath. It is somehow like notes or first-hand-write lines of his memories and hard to decipher. But I did it and recently edited it again (It was very necessary because I have found out how much I have learned in these past years!)
After refinement!
(PS: I would like to know what happened with these five hundred pages? Was it the Black Book?!!)
Now here it is, a heart-touching, inmost, honest and matey narrative by such a great Master. Enjoy!
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Yesterday, I thought about my very earlier memories of my life. I was about two years old, and therefore, my memories are somehow vague. In fact, I found myself in a children’s carriage in the shadow of a house. It was a nice warm summer day, blue sky, and the sun was shining. I woke up in that splendid beauty. I see the sun glittering through the leaves and flowers of the house. This is my earliest remembrance, which was all incredible, colourful and gorgeous.
In the later time, between three and four in age, probably four or even five; there the memories are more on localities so that they can be better classified temporally. Instead, it is a vague remembrance of my first memory as I was in Präm and as I lay under the tree in the sun. The first definitive reminder is about a dream and its experience with a catholic priest. I naturally feel that the experience with paradise has been related to the other dream I’d had in four years.
The Vicarage (Pfarrhaus) stood alone at castle Laufen, and there was a big meadow (that’s but real and not a dream!). In the dream, I stood in this meadow, and suddenly I saw a dark, rectangular hole that was walled. I’ve not seen it before. Immediately I ran there and looked down. There I saw a stone staircase about one meter wide which led down to the 20 steps. Down was a vaulted room, and a green curtain covered a door. A big heavy curtain was like a knitted fabric, which I noticed that it was brocade-like and looked very rich.
I was curious to know what might be hidden behind it and pulled the curtain out. Then I saw there a rectangular room in the dusk light; there was not very much light but enough to see the details. From where this light was coming, I’d never know. The room was vaulted, the ground was covered with stone tiles, and a red carpet ran from the entrance to the narrow rear side at the end of the room. There stood a small pedestal at the end of the room. This room was maybe about five or six-meter wide and about twice so long or maybe ten meters long, and now at the end of the room, the opposite of the entrance, on the narrow wall led two-three steps to a podium and on it stood a throne, an excellent rich golden throne. I’m not sure, but maybe there was a red pad on it. A fabulous armchair was like a fairy tale, a genuine royal armchair. I’d say there was now something that lay; a tree trunk, with a diameter of 50 to 60 cm, a huge fabric that almost went up to the ceiling. It was 4 to 5 meters tall and had an eye on the top. Of course, not a head; the whole was an erected phallus. When I saw it, I heard my mother’s voice, whom I knew that she was not nearby. She called; yes, look at him now, the human eater! There I got a horrible feeling and awakened with fear. This emotion came back again in my experience with the catholic priest because the fear I felt with this sight wasn’t new to me; instead, it was as if I had thought it could be the human eater.
The experience was so; I (in reality) was playing on the stairs in front of the house, on the opposite side I saw a figure coming in a Soutane, I thought there was a woman, but then I recognized that he was a man. I also thought he was a Jesuit, got a terrible horror and escaped from the house, running to the floor where I crawled. I’ve got a deadly fear, and there, from floor windows; I looked out and saw nobody was around. When I was sure that nobody was there, I ventured out again. I’d horribly terrified, and as I remember my father was talking with his colleagues about how dangerous were the Jesuits, I surely didn’t know what that really was. The word JESUS I knew from my prayers. I thought; they were devils! Therefore, they are disguised. I would be embarrassed like in the dream about Phallus. Jesuit Catholics are “entirely different”. Later I took a trip with my parents to Arlesheim; I was about 6 – 7 years old then. There was a Catholic church, the first one I met.
I wanted insistently to go inside, but when I got through the door, I stumbled, fell, and injured my knee. It has bled, and I have screamed terribly. Of those days remained a great memory; that was when my father took me to Thurgau to meet friends. They had a castle at Bodensee. There, I was not to get away from water; the waves of steamers came to the shore, the sun glittered on the water, the width, an unimaginable pleasure, a glory without equal. At that time, an idea was established for me that I must live at a lake. Man cannot live without water at all! I’ve told nobody about the dream of Phallus in my youth. The Jesuit also belongs to this secret. From then rose some doubt on me, in that time that the religious teaching was impressed in my head and they kept saying; it’s nice, it’s beautiful, and I kept thinking that there’s but another secret which the people didn’t know. And this “another” had to do with Catholic Church. That was (counter throw); it was that another Extreme. I’d associated my childhood experiences with the Catholic Church for a long time. I couldn’t enter a Church without a secret fear of the Jesuits and the falling, blood of falling, and Jesuits! It was the clay in which it was surrounded. But it had always fascinated me. When it was called the people there were Catholics, I could not help feeling a secret fear, and it remained.
Then I remember, as I still was very young, have got disgusting eczema on my body for a long time. I couldn’t sleep so well and be often crying. As I remember, when I was about three years old, my father took me in his arm and carried me in the room up and down and sang his old student songs. I remember one of them in particular because I liked it very much and it calmed me. It was the so-called father’s countryside song: “All be silent! Everyone now inclines his head to this tone.” It began somehow with these words; I can clearly remember his voice as he sang over me.
Around eczema, it occurs to me that I’ve got many injuries; once I almost fell through the terrain of the railway bridge in the Rhein River; my nanny could just hold me (at the last moment) on my rock climbs! I’ve always got a big scar on my head all through to my puberty. This hung together with the relationship between my parents. It didn’t work well; my mother left us for an extended period, maybe some months. I can remember that a nanny had taken care of me, and also remember how she took me in her arm and how I laid my head on her shoulder. She had black hair and olive-coloured skin. I mentioned that she’s different to my mother. This impression got to be later a component of my Anima, this Type. Strangely, my later mother-in-law came occasionally to take me for a walk.
When I was three or four years old, we came to Basel. There, on the other side of the Rhein, was a small village named Wörth. I remember a young, very beautiful, friendly girl with blue eyes and blond hair who took me for a walk around. It was autumn, and the sun shone through the golden leaves, and the yellow leaves were lying on the ground. This was my first impression of my later mother-in-law. She was living in this village which belonged to my father’s Parish. My mother was away for months; therefore, I felt distrust when I heard the word “Love”. I always felt distrustful when I heard this. To me, the sense of female was unreliability; man can never rely on it. “Father” meant for me reliability and faint! This is the handicap which I have started with. Later, this impression was revised; I believed that I’d got friends and was disappointed by them. I was mistrustful in front of women, and I’ve not been disappointed!
In the New Year 1875=76, we’d moved to Laufen and Basel in the winter 1978=79. But I have no remembrance of moving out.
There is but another memory; on a lovely summer evening, my mother took me outdoor and showed me the Alpines mountain range; you could see them clearly every nice evening; “lueg jetz dert, die Bärg sind alli rot” (Look now there; the hills are all red!) There I saw them aware for the first time, then I heard about an excursion would take part up there, and I wanted to be among them, and I was unfortunate when they said I’d be too young to go with.
In another memory, as I can remember, a girl ran into the house and said that the fishermen had landed (got) a corpse and asked if she could keep it in the “Buchihuus” (washhouse). This house is still there. I was very interested and wanted eagerly to see this corpse, though my aunt had strictly prohibited me from doing this. But I’d broken out and did go there to this house. The doors were locked; I looked around the house and saw an outlet of the washhouse, water and blood was coming out of it, and I found it very interesting!
And the other memory; I sat on a high children’s chair in the eating room in vicarage before a cup of hot milk with bread crumbs in it. This had a very characteristic odour, and those days it was for the first time that I became aware of it. That was momentary in which I became conscious of smell.
That was one of my earliest memories…..
Somehow, if I am still learning to find my way, I have known at least one thing well!! 😉🤗🙏 💖💖
This post must be called “The word of Silence” 2! But never mind; it’s all that doesn’t matter anyway!
As I made a shortcut in that post, we travelled to Berlin by train (it is much more comfortable than with the car, I think the highways in Germany are famous enough because of the traffic jam)! Although with the train we also had fifty minutes delay because the train had no desire to do its job! “The train does not want to continue!” The young voice was saying this announcement on the air, but we had enough time to get on time the next day at nine o’clock to keep our appointment on time!
We arrived late in the evening and could just eat some “Würstchen mit Kartoffelsalat.” I shaved, showered to be nice enough for the Americans the following day, and dived into the beds in the hotel.
On the next day, we got up early enough (though I was awake most of the night thinking in English to bring up and refresh the language.) then we got our breakfast. After I wore my Sunday clothes, we decided to walk toward the embassy because we couldn’t trust the punctuality of the buses and didn’t want to take any risk.
We were on time, but once we were there I couldn’t believe what I saw in front of me; it was not only me who was invited but many from worldwide, and all about the same time; there was a line of people waiting outside the door! It looked like I was in the wrong way to take this as a personal meeting; my ego deceived me, yet, I belonged to the mass!😜 I remembered a quote from Master Jung as salvation to calm my pride:
Oh yes! My ego had deceived me, as I might be the one who was in the middle of the happening. That was only a very common invitation for all the citizens and fellow citizens from all over the world to try their chance to enter the new(?) world. Anyway, we went toward the entrance, and there, a policeman told me very kindly and politely what I needed to take with me. Regina, my wife, was not allowed to come in; only the aspirants!
Of course, we’d accepted, and I kept my documents and left the rest with Regina. I went into a row and took some deep breaths to relax as I observed these different folks and the police officers, who were very friendly and easygoing. Suddenly I heard someone shout, “Hey! Take your backpack!!” I turned back and saw Regina shamingly coming up the stairs and taking the bag she had just left in the corner of the terrasse. Apparently, she was just about to take some pictures of me and had no idea how it simulates the evil intentions of terrorists! The pure heart can sometimes be problematic! After all, she took that damn bag and vanished, but now I had another heart beating: I’ve heard the police officers had a short discussion: “You must react faster when you see a bag left around. And the other one: Yes, I know! I had called out at once! My thought began to worry: What if they are talking about us right now? They might ask themselves: Wasn’t that woman with this man in the row? Therefore would they put my name on a suspicion list?!
Just needless excitements! We went in one after another and visited some counters showing papers and taking photos (separated, of course, and no family photos!) Finally, the “interview”, which took only a few minutes, was about when I left Iran and if I still had my Iranian passport? The answer to the latter was no, and I felt it was somehow important!? Last but not least, they kept my passport, and I got the instructions to be notified in about two weeks of what will ever come to me.
When I came out of the building, I felt lighter. It was like an enormous burden had been taken away from my shoulders. It has been done now; whatever will happen doesn’t mean to me anymore. Then I saw my faithful wife, sitting obediently further from the house and waiting for me. I am still alive! I told her to calm her kind heart and added that we could use the chance to enjoy this big city. Of course, we both do have not the feeling like tourists this time; however, there were two days left to look around Berlin and visit one or another exciting thing. We’ve decided first to walk back to the hotel to take some rest.
Spree
I will write about our “touristic” visits later in another post. I only will finish this one with the “unbelievable” news that I am yet not the villain that one suspected, and I am allowed to travel to the USA! It didn’t last two weeks, even not a week; it seems that they immediately threw themselves at work and already prepared the visa for the next day because when we came back on Saturday, on Tuesday, I had the Email telling me my passport was on the way. The next day I got it, with ten years of valid visa stamped on a page! Honestly, I have no money to undertake such travels now, but ten years is a long time; let’s see what happens. In that far, I might begin to learn American English!! 😉👇👇
American Slang phrase English meaning I’m game: I can join you/I will do it. I’m down: I can join you/I will do it. I’m in: I can join you/I will do it. Have a blast: Having a great time.
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.
The last days in Tehran. At the left is a very close friend of ours, a great late actor; they are now together– blessing!
“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. 🙏💖
Statuette of Isis breastfeeding Horus – bronze and gold leaf – Late Period (664-332 BC) Provenance: Saqqarah or Abusir – Egyptian Museum of Cairo – JE 91327 – photo of the museum
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…
Statuette of Isis breastfeeding Horus – bronze and gold leaf – Late Period (664-332 BC) Provenance: Saqqarah or Abusir – Egyptian Museum in Cairo – JE 91327
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…
Statuette of Isis breastfeeding Horus – bronze and gold leaf – Late Period (664-332 BC) Provenance: Saqqara or Abusir – Egyptian Museum in Cairo – JE 91327
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.
Statuette of Isis breastfeeding Horus – bronze and gold leaf – Late Period (664-332 BC) Provenance: Saqqarah or Abusir – Egyptian Museum in Cairo – JE 91327
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”.
The twilight of the pharaohs – masterpieces of the last Egyptian dynasties, catalogue of the exhibition at the Jacquemart-André-Paris Museum, from March 23 to July 23, 2012
Isis, the Egyptian Goddess who Conquered Rome: Egyptian Museum of Cairo, November 29-December 31, 1998
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!?!)
The 3,000-years-old hieroglyphs found in Seti I’s temple in Abydos, Egypt, are said to depict nothing less than a helicopter, plane and futuristic aircraft among the usual insects, symbols and snakes. Kortizes
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.
“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.
There were many books to read, and we’ve got most of them, among others; Whitley Strieber, David M. Jacobs, Budd Hopkins, Raymond E. Fowler, and John E. Mack, whom we have met personally in the Bern, Switzerland, in a three-day seminar on this issue. Hopkins, Jacobs and Mack’s accounts of alien abduction became a prominent aspect of ufology under Dr Jung’s thesis on psychological experiments. . Of course, one must mention that one of the organizations was Erich von Däniken.
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.
Almost affected, only the lips in my vision were narrower. Dreamstime.com
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
And all these together, all voices, all goals, all longing, all suffering, all desire, all good & bad, all these together was the world. All these together was the flow of events, was the music of life. Hermann Esse, Siddhartha Pinterest
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 (or Satdjehuti; “Daughter of Thoth“) was a princess and Queen of the late Seventeenth Dynasty of Egypt. She was one of the daughters of Pharaoh Senakhtenre Ahmose and Queen Tetisheri. She was the wife of her brother Seqenenre Tao and was the mother of Princess Ahmose. Ahmose is called the King’s Daughter and Queen’s Sister.
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.
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