“And that other thing, can’t have ‘no other god before me’- like,
profound anxiety of power and jealousy and envy,
what sort of god is that?
worrying all the time?
In North India, Fourth Century A.D., some Buddhist Tantrick Teacher Lady
said ‘That God called Yawheh to the west, he’s really something. But too
bad, he has this nutty thing that he’s
Creator of the World.’
A delusion that could really set you back.”
Gary Snyder-2015
Karl Jung had a vision in 1925, while visiting the Taos Pueblo Indians of New Mexico in his life long ethnographic research into other world views. He saw the face behind Spreading Civilization, “of a bird of prey, seeking with cruel intentness for distant quarry- a face worthy of a race of pirates and highway men. All the eagles and other predatory creatures that adorn our coats of arms are apt psychological representations of our true nature.”
He had made great friends with Mountain Lake, an English speaking elder. As a “vessel floating on deep, alien seas” Mountain Lake was invaluable in seeing the European race from the outside. The Sacred Mysteries in their religion were verboten to reveal, other than insisting that without the Pueblo performing them, the sun would cease to rise.
He told Jung, Europeans (including Americans of diaspora descent) were mad because we believe we think in our head. His people and many other cultures think through their heart. Some locate the person in the gut. Modern neurology concedes our mind depends on both communicating with the brain through the vagus nerve, since 90% of its nerves are afferent, sending messages to the brain.
At least since Descartes’ I think therefore I am, Europeans have separated even the brain and body. It’s all in our head. So we tell ourselves, because that’s the Logos we’ve been told. All good, like God, until the unconscious, the dark side of the moon, the black storm in the Sun, demands tribute through pain and suffering. There’s pills for those, of course.
But no prescription can help us wrestle with our shadow. Our personal unconscious, ancestral history, fetal experiences, birth trauma, unremembered infancy, repressed emotions and memories from our magical realism childhood is deep enough to drown in. The collective unconscious, lurks under mirrored dark waters veiling archetypes and constellations from myths, fairytales, dreams and hagiographies.
Exploring this cenote cavern, wherein exists the Immortal Self, (and immune resistance to propaganda) is not for the faint of heart or unprepared. Jung wrote about his confrontation with the unconscious on his path to individuation of his True Self, alchemically transmuting opposites through union with the personal and collective unconscious using active imagination, expressive arts and dream analysis to probe the depths over decades. Philomene, his internal guide emerged to talk him through the exacting task.
Dangerous delusions and fantasias reach out, like a Haunted Halloween House. Any journey into the unknown benefits from an experienced guide. Jung entered alone during WWI, on the lake shores of neutral Switzerland. Fantastic creatures guard the way, possessed with power to claw the cogito ergo ego, the brain’s chatter we think of as I, into fascist fantasies serving an unknown master we denied was real.
Before the Great War, when few believed that European Civilization could go insane, Jung dreamed of blood flooding through a map of Europe in the countries soon to be inundated. The War to End All Wars, did not. Traveling through Germany after Hitler seized power following the burning of the Reichstag, Jung recognized the spirit of Wotan rising from the earth into the uprooted youth, seeking their fortune or fate.
“Wotan is a restless wanderer who creates unrest and stirs up strife, now here, now there, and works magic. He was soon changed by Christianity into the devil, and only lived on in fading local traditions as a ghostly hunter who was seen with his retinue, flickering like a will o’ the wisp through the stormy night.
“He is the god of storm and frenzy, the unleasher of passions and the lust of battle; moreover he is a superlative magician and artist in illusion who is versed in all secrets of an occult nature. Wotan disappeared when his oaks fell and appeared again when the Christian God proved too weak to save Christendom from fratricidal slaughter.” Jung wrote in 1935.
The archetypal entity dominant during the plandemic was anxious, neurotic, paranoid. Panic, Pandemonium, Pandemic, Panglobal. Did Public “health” whip us into a frenzy of fear with the pipes of Pan? Certainly a Greek theme, with alpha to omega variants, but The Great God Pan is Dead. Or was it the Trickster God, Loki, Coyote, Tortoise or Hare?
“There’s an old saying in Tennessee — I know it’s in Texas, probably in Tennessee — that says, fool me once, shame on — shame on you. Fool me — you can’t get fooled again.” President George W. Bush said under their spell. Fooled again and again, then only the Fool Card can explain our fate.
RFK jr pulled it like a sore tooth, yanked over the cliff of the Furin cleavage. Genetic determinism as foolish as germ theory to argue about. He was never going to win over the Tribal Media, even if the New Yorker Radio Hour interviewed him, so throw China in too. An Unforced Error, like Hitler’s Second Front. Strategically foolish.
You can’t explain your way out of that abyss. RFK jr had masterfully hogtied Dr. Butts, sprung on him from the audience by the anorexic gotcha television hostess. Instead she ended up stammering and spluttering. He got his strongest point across, he’s for safer vaccines, not anti—vaxx. “Not one has ever been subject to a prelicense double blind placebo controlled safety test. Other medicines are required to do this, and we should have to do that for vaccines.”
Correlation can be causation, but the CDC has never bothered to determine the damage from any of these inoculations. We have corrupt federal agencies lying to the doctors and they believe them. Willfully ignorant. They are controlled by Big Pharma.
Then he falls off the third rail with the NY Times. Better to hammer on lab creation, than hypothesize about targets based on arcane allele traits. You’ve lost the masses and made mortal enemies of the tribe. Who never forget and never forgive, unless Big PharMa pays them to.