Painting Jung

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The Red Book by Carl Jung was written from 1914-1930.



The years, of which I have spoken to you, when I pursed the inner images, were the most important time of my life. Everything else is to be derived from this. It began at that time, and later details hardly matter anymore. My entire life consisted in elaborating what had burst forth from the unconscious...”

                                                                                                      ~C. G. JUNG, 1957


"The Way of Whatever is to Come."

"I have learned that in addition to the spirit of this time there is another spirit at work, the spirit of the depths."


...this other spirit forces me nevertheless to speak beyond justification, use, and meaning. Filled with human pride and blinded by the presumptuous spirit of the times, I long sought to hold the other spirit away from me.”



But I did not consider that the spirit of the depths from time immemorial and for all the future possesses a greater power than the spirit of the times, who changes with the generations. The spirit of the depths... forced me down to the last and simplest things.”



"God is an image, and those who worship him must worship him in the images... yet the supreme meaning never dies, it turns into meaning and then into absurdity, and out of the fire and blood of their collision it rises up anew."

"Where is your measure, false measurer?"

"The sum of life decides in laughter, and in worship, not your judgment.(1)"



And I plucked the ripe fruit and gave it to you and I do not know what I poured out for you, what bitter-sweet intoxicating drink, which left on your tongues an aftertaste of blood.”(2)

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Re-finding The Soul

"My soul, where are you? Do you hear me?"


My soul, my journey should continue with you. I will wander with you and ascend to my solitude.”


I did not consider that my soul cannot be an object of my judgment

and knowledge; much more are my judgment and knowledge

the objects of my soul.”



Hence I had to speak to my soul as to something far off and unknown, which did not exist through me, but through whom I existed.” (3)



Soul and God



I am the servant of a child.” 

"Through this dictum I learn above all the most extreme humility, as what I most need.”



“My soul is a child and my God in my soul is a child.” (4)




On the Service of the Soul



You open the gates of the soul to

...let the dark flood of chaos flow into your order and meaning. If you marry the ordered to the chaos you produce the divine child, the supreme meaning beyond meaning and meaninglessness.” (5)



The Desert


My soul leads me into the desert of my own self.”


Through giving my soul all I could give, I came to the place of the soul and found that this place was a hot desert, desolate and unfruitful. No culture of mind is enough to make a garden out of your soul.”

The soul has its own peculiar world. Only the self enters in there, or the man who has completely become his self...”

Did you not see when your creative force turned to the world, how the dead things moved under it and through it...”



The words that oscillate between nonsense and supreme meaning are the oldest and truest.” (6)


Experiences in the Desert


We should grow like a tree that likewise does not know its law.” (7)


Many will laugh at my foolishness. But no one will laugh more than I laughed at myself. So I overcame scorn. But when I overcame it, I was near to my soul, and she could speak to me, and I was soon to see the desert become green.” (8)




Descent Into the Hell in the Future


Life does not come from events, but from us. Everything that happens outside has already been.” (9)



The hero wants to open everything he can. But the nameless spirit of the depths evokes everything that man cannot.” (10)




Splitting of the Spirit


My light is not of this world.”

I cried, “I know no other world.”

The soul answered,

should it not exist because you know nothing of it?” (11)




Murder of the Hero


I went through a torment unto death and I felt certain I must kill myself, if I could not solve the riddle of the murder of the hero.

Then the spirit of the depths came to me and spoke these words: “The highest truth is one and the same with the absurd.”

If men kill their princes they do so because they cannot kill their Gods, and because they do not know that they should kill their Gods in themselves.

The greatest truth becomes the greatest lie, the brightest day becomes the darkest night.”



As day requires night and night requires day, so meaning requires absurdity and absurdity requires meaning.” (12)




The Conception of God



Judge not! Think of the blond savage of the German forests,

who had to betray the hammer-branding thunder to the pale

Near-Eastern God who was nailed to the wood like a chicken

marten. (13)


I understood that the new God would be relative.

If God is absolute beauty and goodness, how should he/she encompass the fullness of life, which is beautiful and hateful, good and evil, laughable and serious, human and inhuman. How can man live in the womb of the God if the Godhead itself attends to only one-half of him/her?” (14)