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Carl Jung

Le Bouddha ~ Odilon Redon

And like a dream then, it is also a communication and language; a child’s nursery picture book wrought in glorious ‘Technicolor’, with added dimensionality.

Reality; The thing we know of as ‘our life’, is desperate to communicate!

But how can it get through? It is forced to use the bluntest…

And we wake to find ourselves ‘welded’ to a pattern-finding and habit-forming machine.

A machine embedded in ‘time’; So naturally it turns into ‘process’.

This mechanism bestrides the dimensions; From one angle it seems like ‘body’ and yet from another viewpoint it presents as ‘mind’. But each facet is ‘solid’ in it’s own realm.

IT is tasked with ordering and processing and WE are it’s helmsmen.

The controls are mysterious and byzantine though. It cannot hear us over the din and clamour.

If it would only slow-down and quieten its ‘fires’ there might be a chance of hearing our voice.

And Orpheus tames the wild beasts with his lyre.

We dissect and classify ever smaller.

Our probing machines, able to measure electricity and chemistry, find just what they are designed to.

We surmise that all is chemistry and electricity!

How could it be otherwise?

That most refined and complex of objects, the human brain, is only chemistry and electricity. We have looked closely and there is sadly nothing more!

And so, ‘consciousness’ is now only an anomalous by-product of this complex electrochemistry. A wasp trapped in a jar or a ghost trapped in the machine.

It must be so, because that is what our experiments tell us.


A dark Labyrinthine mass, projected outwards

And this is the world; Intricate and logically fiendish; An immense ‘process’ feeding back upon itself

It is both mask and mirror

Our world of light and movement, appears an ingenious business

But to witness it, shrouding the glittering ‘central jewel’, as an ill-omened…

The Hungry Tree — Dublin

The body, mind and soul are just handy ‘place names’ for locations on a continuum.

As with the electro-magnetic spectrum, different frequencies, present as entirely different things, with totally unique properties.

Dark, unknown ‘objects’ lie embedded, stretching throughout ‘this span’, like the mysterious outline of three dimensional shapes passing through…

Eshu the Trickster god

It can only be natural that this stuff of raw, creative, mercurial potential, when stirred and activated by our attention and scrutiny, stares, mirror like, straight back at us; A personality of utter antithesis.

The more of ourself that remains locked away, hidden and denied, the stronger and more diabolical…

Gertrude Hermes — The Whirlpool

In order to begin the endeavour, something capable of transformation needs to be found.

This is the alchemist’s ‘prima materia’; Something ubiquitous, found always and everywhere, and yet also, fiendishly elusive.

It evades our grasp because it is the ‘spirit of chaos’ and we can only make sense of patterns.

(Proclivitas inclinatio)

Tension begins to rise with an insistent crescendo; My discomfort is increasing at every turn.

A ‘beast’ calls out, to be pacified; At least i think it might be a beast. I know that It makes strange sounds from behind the door and the handle rattles most urgently.

It is…

Yin Yang (detail)- Mason Ouellette

The light is our conscious mind and it is master of it’s own world.

But nestled inside is a Trojan horse; The ‘Other’ made safe. It is our nightly dream world!

We are placated and soothed as we drift away there. But it is just the herald and harbinger.



Head in the clouds, but really quite practical. Fine art trained, but frequently seduced by the promise of science.

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