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I refuse to define my sexuality for another because my sexuality is not defined... because sexuality rarely is defined, utterly and absolutely. Yes, of course, I have my tendencies, but I have also found myself outside of those tendencies. Those unexpected moments, those circumstances outside of my ill-perceived limits have defined me more than my ( Read more... ) -
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"A matter to which the imagintaion cannot give a twofold life cannot play the psychological role of a fundamental substance. A matter which does not elicit a psychological ambivalence cannot find its poetic double which allows endless transpositions. It is necessary then to have a double participation -participation of desire and fear, ( Read more... ) -
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"The ambiguity of dreams lies in their multiplicity of meanings, their inner polytheism, the fact that they have in each scene, figure, image "an inherent tension of opposites," as Jung would say. The tension is more than that, however, it is the tension of multiple likenesses, endless possibilities, for the dream is soul itself, and soul, said ( Read more... ) -
Introduction
This is a sticky post that will always be at the top of my entries in the hopes of orienting any newcomers.
Welcome to this journal.
May you find warmth and stimulation from the deep darkness of the marrow.
About this journal: Very, very few of my entries are locked or otherwise filtered. Those that are have their reasons for being so ( Read more... ) -
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Marrow like magma. What warmth from bones. Like hearths, keeping the memory of our souls.
Hestia and Mnemosyne, embracing from within.
Ancestors, calling from within.
Legacy, flowing from within.
In many shamanic traditions, the bones house the third soul. This soul, in turn, houses memory. Hence the title of this journal.It is an almost ( Read more... ) -
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Have you ever found your shadow standing some feet away from you? As in its cast does not touch your person. You are over here and it is over there ( Read more... ) -
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I wonder just how much of what we do, our achievements, our poetry, our progress, our discoveries, our ideals, morals and thoughts, our destructions and creations, our art, is a euphemism for our dying.
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That awkward moment when I realize that awkward moments are precisely the moments where life catches me unawares, where my plans did not go through, where something unexpected occurred for which I was not prepared. They are the moments where my stratagems failed me and my masks fell off, exposing my naked face. They are the moments where the ( Read more... ) -
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I found this piece of alchemy hand written with a brush and paint on a decaying wall, stucco peeling off and cinder blocks exposed, outside an old frame shop here in Mexico City:
"Materializar lo espiritual hasta hacerlo palpable, espiritualizar lo material hasta hacerlo invisible; esto es todo el secreto del arte."
English translation:
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When I move forward towards something, I must ask myself: "What am I running from?" Just as in the physical world, every move of the psyche has a contrary motion keeping it both in tension and in balance. When I am aware of these movements, I am creating consciousness. When I am creating consciousness, I am being a witness to myself.
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