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Fields Of Asphodels. A Meeting With CG JungI found myself sleeping but instead of being in my bed I was resting on a grassy knoll at the edge of a forest. In ancient times the edge of forests was where people left food and offerings for their beloved departed souls, who would come out of Hades for a brief moment in an attempt to return to their past life to visit the people they had left behind.
As I wondered if someone would visit me I saw two bright blue eyes looking straight at me. "Master!" I shouted in joyous recognition, for those intense eyes staring straight at me unflinchingly could only be the eyes of Carl Jung. I had never met him in real life. He died in 1961. But I had s
The Apostle To The ApostlesMy name is Mary, known to many as the Magdalene. I am widely known as a prostitute who washed the feet of the man who saved her with her tears and then dried the blessed feet with her long, flowing hair. It is this gesture which transfomed my life and made me eternally known as the fallen woman, the sinner saint who was saved by the most powerful man who ever lived.
You would think that being known thus for eternity would fill me with shame but not so. As a woman who suffered and found it difficult to make her way in a world ordered by corrupt and power seeking men, I understand the pressures which bring women to their knees and leave them n
Goodnight Enigmatic SongShe was the song you hear and, at first blush, don't like.
Well, you don't know how you feel about it so you keep listening in an attempt to discover how exactly you feel and then you reach the end of the song and you realize, you don't like it; you love it.
That was Grace.
She was my coworker and she was my friend.
We carpooled together, I drove and she slept most of the way.
"Don't get much sleep at night, do you?" I asked her, catching those drooping lids mid-descent.
She looked out the window streaked with rain; it spoke in percussive touches filling the car with quiet overcast conversation.
I felt the warmth of her smile in the corner of my eye. The blur of her hand reached at the window to feel the cold of the droplets.
"When I was a girl, I used to race these. I thought it was funny the fat ones always won," she giggled and I imagined her as a little girl in the passenger seat then, legs too short to reach so kicking, and hair messed in the bac
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