Diary "The Next Day" (excerpt) Swiss _Jung

I turned away and sat down on the rocks high in the ridge. At this time, a voice appeared within me: Great Gilgamesh, you are in a desperate situation now, and I am no better than you. What can be done? Action is not necessary; Sometimes it's more necessary to think. Often, I can basically be sure that Gilgamesh is not real, but fantasy. It would be more helpful to think about this situation from another perspective... Consider...... Consider...... It is worth noting that there are even echoes of ideas here, people must be quite lonely. But this will not last forever. He will certainly not be able to accept that he is a fantasy, but will think that he is completely real and can only be helped by real means. However, it is still worth trying once. I'm going to talk to him.

Me: "My prince, a powerful man." Listen to me, I have an idea that can save you. I think you are not real at all, but a fantasy. ”

Kat: "I'm terrified of your idea, it's a very murderous idea. You have crippled me painfully, do you want to say that I am not real? ”

Me: "I may not have expressed my thoughts clearly and spoke in too much of the language of the Western world." I'm not saying you're not real at all, but I'm saying you're as real as a fantasy. If you can accept this, it will go a long way. ”

Ji: "How will it help?" You are a tormenting devil. ”

Me: "Poor man, how can I torture you?" Although the doctor's hands bring pain, the purpose is not to torture people. You really can't accept that you're a fantasy? ”

Kat: "I'm so unlucky!" What magic are you going to do to me? If I accept that I am a fantasy, can it help me? ”

Me: "You know that a person's name means a lot, and you know that giving a patient a new name usually heals them, because new names carry a new essence." Your name is who you are. ”

Kat: "You're right, and that's what our priests said. ”

Me: "So you're ready to accept that you're a fantasy?" ”

SG: "If that helps, then I'm ready." ”

The inner voice began to say to me: Although he is now a fantasy, the situation is still extremely complicated. Fantasies can neither be directly denied nor directly obeyed, what is needed is action. In any case, he is a fantasy and therefore extremely unstable, and I think I can see a way forward: I can now carry him on my back. I went up to Gilgamesh and said to him:

"I've found a way and you've become light, lighter than a feather. Now I can carry you on my back. "I wrapped my arms around him and lifted him up from the ground; He was lighter than air, and I tried to keep my feet on the ground because I had risen into the air with him.

Kat: "It's wonderful, where are you taking me?" ”

Me: "I'm going to take you to the Western world." My companions would gladly accommodate such a huge fantasy. As soon as we climb over the mountains, we will reach the house of the hospitable person, and I can safely go to find a way to make you fully heal. ”

I carried him on my back and carefully walked down the small stone path, and since I carried him, I was at greater risk of being swept up by the wind and falling down the hill than losing my balance. I carried him lightly, and finally we reached the bottom, the path of pain that was both hot and cold. But this time I was blown up by a howling east wind, through the narrow rocks and wilderness, straight to the abode, without touching the painful road at all. As if flying, I accelerated through the beautiful land. I saw two men standing in front of me: Armonius and Red. When we stood behind them, they turned and ran into the wilderness shouting and panicking. I must have looked strange.

Ji: "Who are these strange people?" Are they your companions? ”

Me: "They are not people, they are so-called remains of ancient times, which can still be encountered frequently in the Western world." They used to be important figures, but they are now more like shepherds. ”

Kat: "What a wonderful country! Look, isn't that a town? Would you like to go there or not? ”

Me: "No, God forbids to go there." I don't want people to gather because it's full of knowledgeable people. Can you smell them? In fact they are dangerous because they make the strongest poison, and even I have to stay away from them. They were completely paralyzed, they were shrouded in brown poisonous gas, and could only move by artificial means. But you don't have to worry, night has almost fallen and no one can see us. Moreover, no one will admit to seeing us. I know there's a house here, my close friends live there, and we can spend the night with them. ”

I came with Gilgamesh to a silent and dark garden with a secluded house. I hid Gilgamesh under the hanging branches of a tree and walked to the door of the house, ready to knock. I looked closely at the door: it was too small for me to take Gilgamesh inside. However, fantasy takes up little space! Why didn't I think of this before? I returned to the garden and effortlessly compressed Gilgamesh to the size of an egg and stuffed him into my pocket. Then I walked into this cozy house, where Gilgamesh could be healed.

Therefore, my God is saved. He was saved in a way that others considered deadly, that is, to call him a fictional fantasy. The gods are often thought to have ended in this way. This is obviously a grave mistake, because it is this way that saves God. Instead of dying, he became a living illusion, and I could feel his activity in myself: my own weight disappeared, and the path of pain that was hot and cold no longer burned and froze the soles of my feet. I was no longer pressed to the ground by weight, but flew like a feather in the wind, while carrying a giant on my back.

People used to think they could murder God. But God was saved, forged a new axe in the fire, jumped into the torrent of Eastern Light again, and restarted his ancient cycle. And our intelligent humans become lame and poisoned, not even knowing what we lack. But I loved my God and brought him back to the human house because I was sure that he too could live as truly as a fantasy and therefore should not be abandoned, hurt and sick. As a result, I can experience miracles happening even though I carry God on my back and my body has no weight.

Although St. Christopher the Giant is actually carrying only the Little Christ, he is extremely difficult. I was as small as a child but carried a giant on my back, and the man I was carrying lifted me up. For Christopher the Giant, the little Christ was an easy burden, for Christ said, "My yoke is easy, and my burden is light." "We should not turn against Christ, for He cannot carry it, but if we are to become Christ, then our yoke will be easy and our burden lighter. The tangible world is one kind of reality, but fantasy is another. And if we think that God is different from the physical world, then it will be unbearable and hopeless. And if we turn God into an illusion, He is within us and easy to carry. Placing God outside of us makes everything heavy, and within us everything weighs less. So it was the weight of the whole world that made Christopher bent over and short of breath.

Many people who want the help of the god of sickness are devoured by lurking serpents and dragons on the way to the sun, who perish in broad daylight and become dark people, because their eyes are blind, so they wander like shadows, talking about the light but not seeing anything. Their god is everywhere, but they don't see it: God in the dark Western world, sharp-eyed, he assists these men in brewing poison to lead snakes to the heels of blind criminals. Therefore, if you are a wise person to carry God, then you will know where He is. If you don't have him with you in the Western world, he will run to you in the night wearing sonorous armor and carrying a heavy tomahawk. If you do not carry him in the land of dawn, then you will step on the sacred worm without noticing, and the worm awaits your defenseless heel.

You get everything from the God you carry on your back, but you don't get His weapon because God has smashed it. He needs weapons to conquer. But what else do you want to conquer? You can only conquer the earth. But what is Earth? The Earth is round, like water droplets in the universe. You cannot reach the sun, and your strength is not even enough to extend to the desolate sun; You can't conquer the sea, the snow at the poles, or the sand in the desert, but at most a few green spaces on Earth. You can't conquer anything in the river of time. Your power will turn to dust the next day, because the most important thing is that you must at least conquer death. So stop being silly and throw away your weapons. The gods smash their weapons, and the armor is enough to protect you from fools, who are still imagining conquest. God's armor will make you invulnerable and unseen in the face of the most dangerous fools.

Take your God and bring Him to your dark kingdom, where people rub their eyes every morning but always see the same thing and nothing else. Bring your gods into the fog that bears poison, but don't try to illuminate the darkness with useless lamps like those who are blind. Instead, you should secretly take your god to a hospitable place. Human huts are small, and despite their hospitality, they do not welcome God. So don't wait for an inexperienced person to tear your god to pieces with clumsy hands, but embrace him amicably until he becomes what he originally is. Do not let people see the beloved, glorious God mired in sickness and disempowerment, treating your fellow human beings as animals and knowing nothing. As long as they come to the pasture, or lie in the sun, or lick their cubs, or mate, they are beautiful and harmless creatures in the dark earth. But if God appeared, they began to be angry because God's coming made people angry. Trembling with fear and anger, they suddenly began to kill each other because they felt God possessed each other. Therefore, when you carry God, hide Him. Let them be angry and fight each other. Your voice is too weak for those who are angry to hear at all. So do not speak, and do not let God appear, but in a lonely place, chant mantras in an ancient way:

Put the egg in front of you, which is God's original form.

Look at it.

Hatch it with the warmth generated by your gaze.

The mantra is as follows.