Galadriel’s mirror

With water from the stream Galadriel filled the basin to the brim, and breathed on it, and when the water was still again she spoke. ‘Here is the Mirror of Galadriel,’ she said. ‘I have brought you here so that you may look in it, if you will.’ The air was very still, and the…

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The mark of Cain

I finished Demian (Hermann Hesse) last week. Once again, it felt like leaving some of my best friends behind, those friends who do not exist but are alive in me. I was somewhat reluctant to reread this book, which had made such an impression on me when I was young, so many years ago. But,…

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Song to the siren

Many years ago, I heard a song in a commercial and I immediately fell in love with it. I still remember it was a commercial about “Noa, the perfect perfume”, quite beautiful, actually. It made such an impression on me that I summoned the courage to write an email to Cacharel and ask for the…

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Three little pigs face uncertainty

A beautiful, sunny day that somehow feels so heavy in our hearts. In these moments of uncertainty… no, wait. When did we have certainty? When were we able to foretell the future in such a reliable way that it would make us say the future is now uncertain? The future is always uncertain. Well, I guess…

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My introverted road

I’ve always empathised with E.T. the extra-terrestrial (Spielberg). Abandoned in this planet by his friends. How on earth did I end up in this planet? Why would my friends just drop me here and leave. This is not my world. I don’t fit in. I can hardly believe all those people are of the same…

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The apple of enlightenment

When I was Reading MDR, I was fascinated by how the Age of Enlightenment was presented by Jung. Coming out of the middle ages, in which Religion predominated, Western civilisation pushed for a more preponderant role of reason. The pendulum has swung so far to the other side that we have come to a point…

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On projections

Oh, the passengerHe rides and he ridesHe looks through his windowWhat does he see?He sees the silent hollow skyHe see the stars come out tonightHe sees the city’s ripped backsidesHe sees the winding ocean driveAnd everything was made for you and meAll of it was made for you and me‘Cause it just belongs to you…

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The second half

Realising that there actually was a second half of life gave me a very strong sense of purpose. It was my first encounter with the work of Carl Jung, which changed my life. The first half of life is devoted to forming a healthy ego, the second half is going inward and letting go of…

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