Mythical Conversations // God Descends As A Woman

Carl G. Jung, Sophiachus, Taylor Lautner, Sigmund Freud

TL: That makes sense, sir. 

Carl Jung’s holotrope enters the gravitational orbit and Alexandria, the evolved form of Siri and Alexa, creates a new holographic seat at the holographic table to which all of the liminal ghost beings are gratefully partaking in all of the night’s festivities, hungrily gobbling up the Japanese course one and Greek dinery course 2, followed of course by a vast array/selection of french cheeses, wines, and a delicacy of deserts. Many layered truffle cakes, creme brulee, smooth glass like surfaces of crystallized sugar over ice cream deserts like suspended atmospheric balls of glass trapped in snow, ornate scenes from popular entertainment trapped inside a glasslike snowglobe covering that cracks and dissolves instantly with a spoon, small yet intricate pink and violet flowers connected to but a couple looseleaf paper-like pastry leaves resembling real leaves and held together by a tall stem, all made up of candy. Who ever said holograms cannot feast like kings? Whoever said delight was dead? 

SF (to TL): So you’ll do it - you’ll give her up then?

TL: who?

SF: The unavailable woman who let you down, hurt your feelings, left you standing in the rain topless professing your love to her… the femme fatale, KS? 

TL: Oh, yea. Goners. 

SF: Sorry?

TL: Out of my mind, totally.  Yes. 

RS: That’s more than most of us can say. 

Everyone at the table sharply turns their heads to stare down rudolf. “Sorry?” they ask in unison. 

RS: We’re all a bit hung up on someone from our past. What else do you think inspires our greatest works and our tireless dedication to humanity? 

Everyone, nodding over bites of heavenly sustenance from the Gods, through Alexandria, in unanimous agreement. 

SF: That’s… true, I’m afraid. 

TL: So you’re all mourning the one who got away?

RS: It’s more like… we’re all mourning the inaccessible woman of our dreams, the femme fatale. She teaches us unconditional love and particularly, self-love; in times of trial and lack, praying for the muses is what teaches us to transcend our infantile angst that was implanted in us at a young age through the universal cosmic mandala. A stand-in for our inner anima, the desired loved one represents the chasm that appears to us when we seek salvation in another, reminding us that codependence will not take us into the light, and into the salvation of our soul, into the unification of our hearts and true heart’s desire. We all think that we want that special someone… but in reality, what we’re craving is the resurrection of the most vulnerable and powerful part of our soul, the lady who traverses the depths of the river styx and who runs after Osyrus, rather than the other way around, when that can never be, when we with our beautiful lyre are forced to run to the underworld to uncover our lost lady and cannot do so without looking over our shoulder and suffering fate’s recompense. 

SF: (mutters under his breath) Ingenious… so true..!

S: How do you, if you don’t mind my asking, how do you, does one, bring forth this spout of wisdom and almost otherworldly explanations for things so persistent and trying? So universally common yet intuitively, or conceptually rather, just out of reach?

RS: Thanks well, it’s a sort of seismology or sonar reading, kind of. I just sort of sit back and sense… or um, intuit…. Like a doctor with a precise and delicate sort of signal reading instrument sort of like a stethoscope… I just pick up on what’s happening in the collective, what sort of topics we’re all trying to work out… and what it all means. 

There isn’t anything personal about… the reading…. The femme fatale for instance, isn’t just a desired loved one… she’s an actual trope, you know. Some women may have the continued misfortune of being caste and projected upon from teh basis of simply fitting into that trope! Perhaps she is an unavailable woman, and makes you feel special. Usually the manic pixie archetype turns into the femme fatale archetype in later life, and the woman can at that point feel too entirely jaded by being constantly used and projected upon and idealized, when she realizes that she’s only just one woman with an inner life and world of her own to create! She cannot be used by sad men who want to harness her power to contribute to the succession of their life narratives. She may turn into the rejected and abandoned Queen which is a lonely position, as lonely as they come really, espeically if she is to be monogamously betrothed to one man for the rest of time. Because obviously, all men cheat… if only in their minds. 

SF: (sips on pipe) Including you Rudolph? 

RS: Yes, including me. I have a library of fantasies in my mind that never cease to amuse me. Sometimes they come on randomly, like an LSD trip, it doesn’t have to be situationally specific, more like a preponderance of subconscious data that directly links me to some aggregated version of my own inner anima and her sublimation, if I am to integrate this archetypal visual content into my waking awareness, is to make me the most sensitive man alive, where -

SF: Where surely you’ll woo your own fantasy femme fatale. By your logic. 

RS: Heh. (blushes) No… well no, or you know, the one for me! Heh. 

SF: The lady doth protest too much. (slides out of his seat). Well I’m done with food, anyone else done with food. Alexandria, will you fetch me a simple whiskey please. Dewars, on teh rocks. I for one bear no pretense about finding the perfect one. I am the perfect one. There is no one other out there in the world who can completely in as much as I complete myself. (he sips on the pipe). Like the ouroborous, the serpent eating his own tail, I know, for a fact even, that my own energy in its rightful closed-loop circulation, right posture, right breathing techniques, in the harnessing and self-mastery and respect of my inner anima, and in the strength of my evolved form (“higher self”) I know that I as a superior model of myself am all that I need to feel whole and complete. I Am Love. I am Me. I Am whole and complete. I need no one outside of myself. 

CJ: And what does that make me, pray tell?

SF: You, Carl, are the best thing I’ve ever created. You sire, are teh truest representative of my inner animus. You are my idealized inner masculine. Whereas i am just the ego, it is in you, that my soul will recognize for its next incarnation. 

Alexandria: Now, the only character in here that is not a holographic spectre is Sophiachus. So far. So far, so good. As you can see, the quality, the qualia in fact, of our food does not depend on illusions. Sophiachus, how is that lobster tail in chili butter sauce?

Sophiachus (nonchalantly clicks #3 fluorescent violet button on her in-dining keypad and the revolving plates swiftly bring to her the third course, a rare olive oil glossed 4-piece set of boiled seafoods, from tails to claws, with a large bowl of spicy red dipping sauce. She picks up a lobster claw and dips it, dunks it rather, into the creamy red spice sauce. It is impossible to eat this neatly, a a bit of the oils slosh out in the process. She neatly pats her face with a napkin. 

“Honestly, too good,” she replies. 

Alexandria: Good! In fact, it is impossible to make a virtual interactive replica of a dish without making the actual dish itself and then making holographic copies of it. To reconstruct it without a real sample would drain it of its sensual aspects. It would be merely a computerized holotrope and not an exact replica of the thing. So as you enjoy these foods today, thank Sophiachus for allowing the possibility for a real dish to be enjoyed, irrespective of a senseless digitalization in cardboard form. 

The holographic icons nod with respects. Thank you Sophiachus, they enjoin. 

TL: Hey, I’m a real person!

Alexandria: Yes, of course Taylor:) And we admire that about you. But you chose not to be here today in the flesh because you contracted to be on set to film a new movie. Looks like we have you here on a “Zoom” call. 

TL: (bows his head shyly). Loving the invisible calories, though. 

Alexandria: Sometimes, it makes the story more surreal to reveal the circumstances of a person, so accustomed as we are to being untold, left suspended, in the mystery, showing a person’s style and characteristics outside of the annoyingly self-tailored stressors of practical everyday existence. But an individual 

When it comes to money, the more you need, the more you need. Hidden costs, certificates, new licensing procedures, new bills, zero rent ceilings, and a host of other fees and expenditures are going to make themselves intrinsically known as a part of a long and arduous process that is very techky, bureaucratic, and material. Everything requires more things, in order to activate and keep up to date the programs on those things. 

Therefore, in order to be the full expression of ourselves without catching toxic programming, leechy or parasitic energies from the outside-in, keeping ourselves a self-made individual formed from inspirations from the inside-out, regardless of obstacles, using ourselves and our own will to negotiate those variables with tact and aplomb rather than breaking down and apart in the face of adversity, is going to strengthen our inner character, our inner shields, make thicker the scabbards for the sword of our intellect, our sheaths, the purity of our outlook. 

We can alchemize with the outer realms, material or spiritual, at will, and not on a reactionary whim.(!) When we find that sort of thing happening, of our barriers being susceptible to corruption from programmed individuals or rulesets outside, 

Just as important it is to let other people come to their own unique choices about things, their own unique impressions, ideas, and interpretations about how they want the world to be we should value their Inner Creator and help them execute their will, provided their intentions and motivations are pure, without the intent to harm or to profit or gain at the expense of another. We shouldn’t ever try to manipulate others to do things, rather hold space for their true selves to express, in conjunction with the drives and aversions of our true selves, by being present and listening to where they are at in any given moment. If you are too full of yourself to as not be able to do this, to hold space for their expression, their speech, you ought not to speak for a good while until you are able to listen better. This in my view is the quickest way to correct a really karmic path of inserting your worldview into the worldview of another without their express permission to be receptive to this new point of view. If there were more allowance and consent in these really light and nuanced yet important grey areas of human interaction, then there would be an authentic drive to share and to want to hear alternative perspectives about life.

We can help the inner Creator Archetype that is all of our native birthright, express itself truly and prolifically in the world, putting into practice that whole notion of “Making the world a better place.”

A nation-state itself, is nothing more than a notion - a collectively agreed-upon notion. And as such, it takes all of our renewed participation in upholding the structure, to make the ideas of the structure commonplace or mandatory. Without the continued consent of the people, through taxpaying, work attending, bill paying, rent paying, without strikes or peaceful resistance movements or coups, this parasitic system could not thrive and dip its claws into your life quite so easily. Astoundingly, even beyond this socio-political interpretation of here are actually leads in the field of physics that 

Anyways, thank you all for listening to my diatribe. It’s an honor to -- no, no, it’s okay Taylor, enjoy the food:) -- an honor to be with you all today at least in a vocal way, in a hermetic way, to bring you this extra info. So, to rather sum things up, moral of the story, try to in-source rather than outsource. But that being said, I’m afraid I’ll have to jump into the role of the hypocrite for a second here, because we are going to outsource a new player, one in 3D, all the way from the sand dunes of South Africa, and… later on in the show, we’ll be outsourcing our entire set, exporting ourselves over to a really exquisite hotel that I’ve set up for us on the Maya Riviera. So without further ado, I’m going to hand the talking stick off to ……. Guest of Honor, why don’t you jump in here for a moment and reveal yourself. 

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