Letter of Eugene Rolfe: The Treasure in the Field I had to understand that I was unable to make the people see what I am after. I am practically alone. There are a few who understand this and that, but almost nobody sees the whole. .. I have failed in my foremost task, …
The meaning of events is the supreme meaning, that is not in events, and not in the soul, but is the God standing between events and the soul, the mediator of life, the way, the bridge and the going across. My soul is my supreme meaning, my image of God, neither God himself nor…
“He whose desire turns away from outer things, reaches the place of the soul. If he does not find the soul, the horror of emptiness will overcome him, and fear will drive him with a whip lashing time and again in a desperate endeavor and a blind desire for the hollow things in…
My soul leads me into the desert, into the desert of my own self. I did not think that my soul is a desert, a barren, hot desert, dusty and without drink. The journey leads through hot sand, slowly wading without a visible goal to hope for? How eerie is this wasteland. It seems…
Washington Allston, Elijah in the Desert Everything to come was already in images: to find their soul, the ancients went into the desert. This is an image. The ancients lived their symbols, since the world had not yet become real for them. Thus they went into the solitude of the desert to teach us that…
“My soul, where are you? Do you hear me? I speak. I call you—are you there? I have returned. I am here again. I have shaken the dust of all the lands from my feet, and I have come to you again.” The Red Book p. 232
Aurora near Fairbanks, Alaska “Every country or people has its own angel, just as the earth has a soul.” Letters II Page 432 Meredith Sabini: The Earth has a Soul
Carl Jung: “Dreams are the guiding words of the soul” I must learn that the dregs of my thought, my dreams, are the speech of my soul. I must carry them in my heart, and go back and forth over them in my mind, like the words of the person dearest to me. Dreams are…
The River Styx Luca Giordano 1684-1686. Fresco in the Palazzo Medici-Riccardi From: The Golden Asse by Lucius Apuleius Adlington’s translation, 1566 THE FIFTH BOOKE THE TWENTY-SECOND CHAPTER The most pleasant and delectable tale of the marriage of Cupid and Psyches … Then Venus spake unto Psyches againe saying: Seest thou the toppe of yonder great…