from cat palmer:

via explodingdog:

A disciple asked a learned Rabbi, not so very long ago, why it is that God used to speak directly to his people so often, yet he never does so now. The Rabbi, who was evidently a very wise man, replied, "Man cannot bend low enough now to hear what God says." That is exactly it. We shall only hear what God or the unconscious says by bending very low. – from Encounters with the Soul: Active Imagination, as developed by C.G. Jung

The Wrens, photo by Gregory A. Perez

i took to faces shooting stills and places i took nudes of our youngest boy I took two years to take his name over i beat blank with blank's toy i'd sing your praises to the devil's face but even fire couldn't dry you out you wouldn't know a good shot if you drank one Then throws up throws punches throws everybody out shut up and while we're on the subject of endless me and the what's i've done i didn't raise my boy to be your snapshot toy not for you, not my son And as he made his point, he opened up my eye: We're off and running North to Nothing, yeah I would not miss him as perfect as he **** –from Abbott 1135

Jung advised one student to “never give a seminar without telling the people this story”:

There was a great drought where the missionary Richard Wilhelm lived in China. There had not been a drop of rain and the situation became catastrophic. The Catholics made processions, the Protestants made prayers, and the Chinese burned joss sticks and shot off guns to frighten away the demons of the drought, but with no result. Finally the Chinese said: We will fetch the rain maker. And from another province, a dried up old man appeared. The only thing he asked for was a quiet little house somewhere, and there he locked himself in for three days. On the fourth day clouds gathered and there was a great snowstorm at the time of the year when no snow was expected, an unusual amount, and the town was so full of rumors about the wonderful rain maker that Wilhelm went to ask the man how he did it. In true European fashion he said: "They call you the rain maker, will you tell me how you made the snow?" And the little Chinaman said: "I did not make the snow, I am not responsible." "But what have you done these three days?" "Oh, I can explain that. I come from another country where things are in order. Here they are out of order, they are not as they should be by the ordnance of heaven. Therefore the whole country is not in Tao, and I am also not in the natural order of things because I am in a disordered country. So I had to wait three days until I was back in Tao, and then naturally the rain came." –- From The Nature Writings of C. G. Jung