“Automatic writing brought to light subpersonalities, and enabled dialogues with them to be held.” from the introduction to Carl Jung’s now published (against his wishes) The Red Book.

My art has always been a psychological investigation. I have only been attempting to reintegrate my own personality.

this is a pic i took of a store window on venice beach,

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but it reminds me of the store window pictured on a postcard i got in paris years ago…

wilson says, in speaking about the abrupt contradiction of a person’s reality-model (cognitive dissonance), those subjected to it tend to become either very flexible (agnostic) or very rigid (schizophrenic).

also, considering this passage from p.154: The shaman, of course, lives through this process on more levels than the ordinary paranoid, because the shaman is determined to confront every terror and conquer it. Many, however, are shamans without knowing it, and invoke their private demons in total ignorance, thinking it is all coming from outside themselves.

i am pretty sure that most of the people i know who go there…i.e. go further, are aware that they could make it all stop, if they just stopped wanting anything greater, and instead got a good job, a good five year plan, and watched a whole lot of television. even when i feel the most attacked, if i look at the situation closely, i know that i could have stopped it if i just was willing to back down. but i don’t want to back down into your little shriveled up hole of a world. not when i’ve always known there is something greater.

My grandmother told me she is kind of a vampire.
And that she has a very rare blood disorder, like three people in the entire world.
And that she needs other people’s blood. If she doesn’t have it then her face swells up and she changes from a pretty pale aged Audrey Hepburn to a monster with small eyes and growing head like horns.
I told her i am the universal donor (type o negative oh yes liquid gold).

But grandma, will you read me the story again? Of the girl with long black hair and red ribbons streaming down, and the clomp clomp of her love riding up on the back of a horse?…

the heat from the tiger stripe fractures
of Saturn’s icy moon
aren’t hot by Earth standards
or so said a composite
infrared spectrometer
team member.

well maybe the tiger stripes can
melt the solid ice because
this isn’t about Earth.
maybe we will be able to see
before the 15 years
we will spend in the dark.

in my head.

There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made. Edgar Allen Poe