Schwarz sehnt sich sehr.

PsBattle: Synchronized Swimmers

Odin Teatret (Roberta Carreri)

Jorge Luis Borges, from Seven Nights   (via kafkaesque-world)

“Somewhere there was once a Flower, a Stone, a Crystal, a Queen, a King, a Palace, a Lover and his Beloved, and this was long ago, on an Island somewhere in the ocean five thousand years ago…Such is Love, the Mystic Flower of the Soul. This is the Center, the Self. Carl Gustav Jung Paul Klee: Angelus Novus

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Photographs by Bruno Barbey

If we do not have the depths, how do we have the heights? Yet you fear the depths, and do not want to confess that you are afraid of them. It is good, though, that you fear yourselves; say it out loud that you are afraid of yourselves. It is wisdom to fear oneself Only the heroes say that they are fearless. But you know what happens to the hero. With fear and trembling, looking around yourselves with mistrust, go thus into the depths, but do not do this alone; two or more is greater security since the depths are full of murder. Also secure yourselves the way of retreat. Go cautiously as if you were cowards, so that you pre-empt the soul murderers. The depths would like to devour you whole and choke you in mud. He who journeys to Hell also becomes Hell; therefore do not forget from whence you come. The depths are stronger than us; so do not be heroes, be clever and drop the heroics, since nothing is more dangerous than to play the hero. The depths want to keep you; they have not returned very many up to now, and therefore men fled. from the depths and attacked them. What if the depths, due to the assault, now change themselves into death? But the depths indeed have changed themselves into death; therefore when they awoke they inflicted a thousandfold death. We cannot slay death, as we have already taken all life from it. If we still want to overcome death, then we must enliven it. Therefore on your journey be sure to take golden cups full of the sweet drink of life, red wine, and give it to dead matter, so that it can win life back The dead matter will change into black serpents. Do not be frightened, the serpents will immediately put out the sun of your days, and a night with wonderful will-o’-the-wisps will come over YOU. Take pains to waken the dead. Dig deep mines and throw in sacrificial gifts, so that they reach the dead. Reflect in good heart upon evil, this is the way to the ascent. But before the ascent, everything is night and Hell. Carl Gustav Jung, The Red Book Theseus and the Minotaur in the Labyrinth, by Edward Burne-Jones, 1861.

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//deep into ecstasy// Costumed performer as The Minoan Snake Goddess at the 2004 Olympic Opening Ceremony in Athens

A phase of a process and the consistent growth towards Becoming. Alchemical illustration of Mastery of the Lunar element, the hermaphrodite upon the crescent moon, with moon tree and bird.

Female and male nude, by Horst P. Horst

Melchior Lechter Orpheus (1896)

Ancient grace and sacred femininity. Minoan fresco, excavated from Akrotiri, Thera, Greece. Circa 1600 BCE

The Dead Sea (1985)