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"Being alone doesn't make you stronger... It just makes you despise the world more."

-Luke

[9-13-09]





I have a group dedicated to Japan.

If you'd like to join, here it is:



Children of Japan




“Tigers die and leave their skins;
people die and leave their names."








Alchemists called the blackness of the initial depression, grief or stuckness, the Raven’s Head or Black Sun, nigredo, melancholia = Saturn/Earth. Rings of Saturn. The sun is surrounded by the anima media natura and is therefore black. It is a state of incubation or pregnancy, foretelling rebirth from the living death of repression, aridity, or inability to work. Here is the juxtaposition of Sun and Sol-Niger, the anti-sun.

Life as ego has known it in the past is outmoded—the old self-image must die. This precedes psychological revolution and creative reorganization. The black substance of our own shadow must be met and reconciled. Mourning the death of the old self. Emotional participation unblocks the flow of psychic energy and sense of meaning.

The birth of the healing power from the Nigredo belongs to the archetype of the wounded healer. It reflects the psychological capacity as stated by Kerenyi, “to be at home in the darkness of suffering and there to find the germs of recovery with which as though by enchantment, to bring forth Asklepios, the sunlike healer.” This healer’s mother name Coronis means “crow maiden”. The bird of Hermes is also the Raven.

The caput mortuum (death or death head) or raven head is the head of the black Osiris or Ethiopian and also of the “Moon” in the Chymical Wedding. The skull is the vessel of this alchemical transformation. Prior to the change in self-image, one lives a living death, identified only with the vacuousness of the ego’s relative position—a suffering of spiritual poverty.

I, The Juggler or The Magician does his balancing act between the Sun and the Moon, the personified opposites. 0 and XXI The World, Daath octave, Babe in the Abyss, Nihilism. The Nigredo is called “black, blacker than black,” an existential stuckness, the empty void. But by cooking this raw state, a lighter, enlightened condition can emerge. In Northwest native lore, Raven carried his ball of light into the sky, so we no longer live in darkness.

In the alchemical stage known as Putrefactio, we keep up a continual fire and regulate its action so that the Materia Universalis is purified, regenerated and perfected within one vessel and furnace. Nature herself does the work by means of her own inward Fire; but the later is stimulated by the Philosophical Fire. No other work is required from the Alchemist, to perform, but to keep up the Fire by aspiration and prayer.



taken from:
http://zero-point.tripod.com/psycho/psycho1.html




























I'm a dark girl,
with a dark mind.

Poems I'm focused on

  • I feel washed ashore. Like everything I'm supposed to care about doesn't matter anymore or that, everyone is giving up on me. I'm sick of b
    25 lines, 1 comment, May 12
  • it is raining again
    but the AC is on
    92 lines, 4 comments, April 27
  • I was sore,
    bandaged on the side
    92 lines, 3 comments, April 27

My Poetry

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  • awaiting proposals
    all to turn down,
    15 lines, 1 comment, November 12
  • You see I have no room
    for the shadow inside
    14 lines, November 12
  • I smile and bleed,
    the sting awakening me.
    16 lines, November 12
  • Look at me, tell me the truth
    Am I your darling angel from our youth?
    12 lines, November 12

My Stories

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  • Aaron is beautiful sometimes with the way
    he looks when he's sleeping. We've been together
    3082 lines, 1 comment, April 5. In 2000-5000 words
  • She stood there feeling uncomfortable to be herself as he talked to yet another person that recognized them from high school. Another random guy whose name she didn't remember started talking to her boyfriend and as usual she
    646 lines, 1 comment, December 3, 2008. In 600-2000 words
  • I remember crystal dragonflies hanging form her sky. The swirl of sunlight coming in from a noon window and her hair beside pink curtains
    2134 lines, 4 comments, September 30, 2008. In 2000-5000 words

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Guest Book

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  • r0yaltysfin3st on September 7
    hey hun...been while..how are you stranger
  • oldschoolhero on July 19
    i like your bd, especially how it keeps repeating

    much love,
    oldschool
  • Sai Amartya on June 30
    Hey Lady.
    How are you lately?

    .Mary.
  • EverxEnding on June 10
    Boo!!



    WHAZUP!?^_^

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