#liber secundus

[tamsoj]

C.G. Jung, from The Red Book; Liber Secundus, “First Day”

[sgkjd]

C. G. Jung, The Red Book — Liber Secundus, Chapter II

But where are people?

[brother-hermes]

LIBER SECUNDUS (The Red Book)

“The feminine in men is bound up with evil. I find it on the way of desire. The masculine in the woman is bound up with evil. Therefore people hate to accept their own other. But if you accept it, that which is connected with the perfection of men comes to pass: namely, that when you become the one who is mocked, the white bird of the soul comes flying. It was far away, but your humiliation attracted it. The mystery draws near to you, and things happen around you like miracles. A gold luster shines, since the sun has risen from its grace. As a man you have no soul, since it it is in the woman: as a woman you have no soul, since it is in the man. But if you become a human being, then your soul becomes you.”

-C.G. Jung

The Red Book is probably some of the most intimate path work ever shared by a deep thinker and meditator. Jung’s inner temple was a castle in the forest occupied by a Father who kept his Daughter captive. It’s the Sophianic tradition in its purest form. He paints the Divine Feminine of the Virgin Sophia in a less favorable light than some are probably comfortable with but the Virgin is the unrealized potential of the Divine Mother resting within us all.

Note the androgynous nature of humanity at the core of this passage. The construct of gender is almost nonexistent in the true nature of being. Our souls manifesting as our opposite sexes describes Jungs overarching belief in the androgynous aspects of humanity. We are both.

That is all.

[talonabraxas]

“I have united with the serpent of the beyond. I have accepted everything beyond into myself.” C.G. Jung, The Red Book, Liber Secundus, chapter XXI

'Heart of the Master' Star & Snake Talon Abraxas

[lewdcookies]

Xi 4-Phaym, Skitarii Ranger Alpha of 2nd Maniple, 1st Cohort, Macroclade Secundus of Hethgamon*, seen here after the battle of Aspira fields during the liberation of Czibor that saw the annihilation of two whole Blood Pact companies by joint Mechanicus and Guard forces during one ferocious battle.

*A minor, semi-aquatic Forge world located in the outer rim of the Sabbat Worlds. Liberated during Slaydo's Operation Newfound, it has provided supplies and combat troops to the Crusade efforts since then.

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Another nice and uncomplicated project, figuring out the base took probably the most time. And I would like to add that I am incredibly proud of how well the spiked helmet came out, even during assembly.

Had to order a backpack from elsewhere, and that one turned out to be one of the special weapons ones too so I stuck a box on there to cover up the hole. The helmet is a Reaver jetbike one that I got real lucky finding at the LGS in town while hunting for other bits.

Also would've wanted to do more of them, but none of my other pair legs and torsos matched each other. That's what you get for buying skitarii pieces separately I guess. And couldn't find anyone to trade me for better ones either sadly. So adding a full team will have to wait.

[susieporta]

«Sai tu quanta femminilità manchi all’uomo per essere completo? E sai quanta mascolinità manchi alla donna perché sia completa? Voi cercate il femminile nella donna e il maschile nell’uomo. E così esistono sempre e soltanto uomini e donne. Ma dove stanno gli esseri umani?

Tu, uomo, non cercare il femminile nella donna, ma cercalo e riconoscilo in te, poiché tu lo possiedi sin dal principio. Ti piace però recitare la parte del maschio, perché si muove sui binari oliati delle vecchie abitudini.

Tu, donna, non cercare il maschile nell’uomo, ma prenditi piuttosto cura del lato maschile presente in te, poiché tu lo possiedi sin dal principio»

Carl Gustav Jung

📕Libro rosso | Liber secundus (pag. 263)

[metmuseum]

Woman with Shield Seated on Seamonster, from "Ex Antiquis Cameorum et Gemmae Delineata/ Liber Secundus/et ab Enea Vico Parmen Incis". published ca. 1599–1622. Credit line: The Elisha Whittelsey Collection, The Elisha Whittelsey Fund, 1949 https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/371862

[zmaragdos]

fastorum liber primus has been formatted!! on to secundus..

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『悪行要論』第2巻章頭飾絵

【元絵】 　　題名：フランチェスコ・マリア・グアッツォ『悪行要論』第2巻 第8章・第13章 章頭飾絵 (1509) 　　掲載：Guazzo, Francesco Maria; “Compendium Maleficarum”, Milan, 1608; Liber Secundus, Cap.VIII, Cap.XIII 　　媒体：挿絵 【使用作品】 　　第4章『悪魔の世界』「田園の悪魔」挿絵 [補3-417-001] 　　　　『悪魔くんの悪魔なんでも入門』 (1985)

『補巻 媒体別妖怪画報集 (3)』（水木しげる漫画大全集）

[in-my-life-ill-love-blog-ii]

(...) É condição indispensável na vida uma certa solidão e afastamento para o próprio bem e o dos outros, caso contrário não podemos ser suficientemente nós mesmos.

- Carl G. Jung, no livro "O livro vermelho: Liber Secundus / Cap. XXI: O Mago". (Ed. Vozes)

[tamsoj]

C.G. Jung, from The Red Book; Liber Secundus, “The Opening of the Egg”

[ninar90s]

“I too was afraid, since we had forgotten that God is terrible. Christ taught God is love. But you should know that love is also terrible.”

~Carl Jung, The Red Book, Page 235.

[obscuredseclusion]

Truly, the way leads through the crucified, that means through him to whom it was no small thing to live his own life, and who was therefore raised to magnificence. He did not simply teach what was knowable and worth knowing, he lived it. It is unclear how great one's humility must be to take it upon oneself to live one's own life. The disgust of whoever wants to enter into his own life can hardly be measured. Aversion will sicken him. He makes himself vomit. His bowels pain him and his brain sinks into lassitude. He would rather devise any trick to help him escape, since nothing matches the torment of one's own way. It seems impossibly difficult, so difficult that nearly anything seems preferable to this torment. Not a few choose even to love people for fear of themselves. I believe, too, that some commit a crime to pick a quarrel with themselves. Therefore I cling to everything that obstructs my way to myself

[viesolivagant]

Logos

"The ancients called the saving word the Logos, an expression of divine reason. So much unreason was in man that he needed reason to be saved. If one waits long enough, one sees how the Gods all change into serpents and underworld dragons in the end. This is also the fate of the Logos: in the end it poisons us all. In time, we were all poisoned, but unknowingly we kept the One, the Powerful One, the eternal wanderer in us away from the poison. We spread poison and paralysis around us in that we want to educate all the world around us into reason.

Some have their reason in thinking, others in feeling. Both are servants of Logos, and in secret become worshipers of the serpent.

You can subjugate yourself, shackle yourself in irons, whip yourself bloody every day: you have crushed yourself, but not overcome yourself. Precisely through this you have helped the Powerful One, strengthened your paralysis, and promoted his blindness. He would like to see it in others, and inflict it on them, and would like to force the Logos on you and others, longingly and tyrannically with blind obstinacy and vacant stubborness. Give him a taste of Logos. He is afraid, and he already trembles from afar since he suspects that he has become outdated, and that a tiny droplet of the poison of Logos will paralyze him. But because he is your beautiful, much loved brother, you will act slavishly toward him and you would like to spare him as you have spared none of your fellow men. You spared no merry and no powerful means to strike your fellow men with the poisoned arrow. Paralyzed game is an unworthy prey. The powerful huntsman, who wrestles the bull to the ground and tears the lion to pieces and strikes the army of Tiamat, is your bow's worthy target.

If you live as he whom you are, He will come running against you impetuously, and you can hardly miss him. He will lay violent hands on you and force you into slavery if you do not remember your terrible weapon, which you have always used in his service against yourself. You will be cunning, terrible, and cold if you make the beautiful and much loved fall. But you should not kill him, even if he suffers and writhes in unbearable agony. Bind the holy Sebastian to a tree and slowly and rationally shoot arrow after arrow into his twitching flesh. When you do so, remind yourself that each arrow that strikes him spares one of your dwarfish and lame brothers. So you may shoot many arrows. But there is a misunderstanding that occurs all too frequently and is almost ineradicable: Men always want to destroy the beautiful and much loved outside themselves, but never within themselves.

He, the beautiful and most loved one, came to me from the East, from just that place which I was seeking to reach. Admiringly I saw his power and magnificence, and I recognized that he was striving for precisely what I had abandoned, namely my dark human milling crowd of abjection. I recognized the blindness and unknowingness of his striving which worked against my desire, and I opened his eyes and lamed his powerful limbs with a poisoned stab. And he lay crying like a child, as that which he was, a child, a primordial grown child that required human Logos. So he lay before me, helpless, my blind God, who had become half-seeing and paralyzed. And compassion seized me, since it was plain to me that I should not let him die, he who approached me from the rising, from that place where he could be well, but which I could never reach. He whom I sought I now possessed. The East could give me nothing other than him, the sick and falled one.

You need to undertake only half of the way, he will undertake the other half. If you go beyond him, blindness will befall you. If he goes beyond you, paralysis will befall him. Therefore, and insofar as it is the manner of the Gods to go beyond mortals, they become paralyzed, and become as helpless as children. Divinity and humanity should remain preserved, if man should remain before the God, and the God remain before the man. The high-blazing flame is the middle way, whose luminous course runs between the human and the divine.

The divine primordial power is blind, since its face has become human. The human is the face of the Godhead. If the God comes near you, then plead for your life to be spared, since the God is loving horror. The ancients said: it is terrible to fall into the hands of the living God. They spoke thus because they knew, since they were still close to the ancient forest, and they turned green like the trees in a childlike manner and ascended far away toward the East.

Consequently they fell into the hands of the living God. They learned to kneel and to lie with their faces down, to beg for pity, and they learned to live in servile fear and to be grateful. But he who saw him, the terrible beautiful one with his black velvet eyes and the long eyelashes, the eyes that do not see but merely gaze lovingly and fearfully, he has learned to cry out and whimper, so that he can at least reach the ear of the Godhead. Only your fearful cry can stop the God. And then you see that the God also trembles, since he stands confronting his face, his observing gaze in you, and he feels unknown power. The God is afraid of man."

C G Jung Liber Secundus The Red Book

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Book XXII.33. Twenty-five slaves are crucified for having formed a conspiracy in the field of Mars {Tertiae Decadis Liber Secundus p. CVIII}, Anonymous Germany, 1493, Harvard Art Museums: Prints

Harvard Art Museums/Fogg Museum, Gift of Philip Hofer

https://www.harvardartmuseums.org/collections/object/252021