Red Book Out of Context @RedBookJung@schelling.pt

There is one necessary but hidden and strange work -- a major work -- which you must do in secret, for the sake of the dead. - LS, p. 106 #CGJung

We are a blinded race. We live only on the surface, only in the present, and think only of tomorrow. - LS, p. 106 #CGJung

A new salvation is always a restoring of the previously lost. - LS, p. 106 #CGJung

Turn to the dead, listen to their lament and accept them with love. - LS, p. 104 #CGJung

Respect what has become, since reverence is a blessing. - LS, p. 104 #CGJung

But anyone who makes destruction their goal will perish through self-destruction. - LS, p. 104 #CGJung

Do you not know that if you are successful in destroying what has become, you will then turn the will of destruction against yourself? - LS, p. 104 #CGJung

Do not throw yourself against what has become, enraged or bent on destruction. What will you put in its place? - LS, p. 104 #CGJung

Something evil is attached to the creation of the new, which you cannot proclaim loudly. - LS, p. 104 #CGJung

The creating of the new shrinks from the day since its essence is secret. - LS, p. 104 #CGJung

Every step upward will restore a step downward so that the dead will be delivered into freedom. - LS, p. 104 #CGJung

For whoever well-meaningly tears you away from the dead has rendered you the worst service, since he has torn your life branch from the tree of divinity. - LS, p. 104 #CGJung

Live the life of the day and do not speak of mysteries, but dedicate the night to bringing about the salvation of the dead. - LS, p. 104 #CGJung

Do not turn anything you do into a law, since that is the hubris of power. - LS, p. 104 #CGJung

He who never lives his animal must treat his brother like an animal. Abase yourself and live your animal so that you will be able to treat your brother correctly. - LS, p. 104 #CGJung

This is the place where day and night agonizingly merge. - LS, p. 103 #CGJung

Your cluelessness does not prove anything. - LS, p. 103 #CGJung

I see behind you, behind the mirror of your eyes, the crush of dangerous shadows, the dead, who look greedily through the empty sockets of your eyes, who moan and hope to gather up through you all the loose ends of the ages, which sigh in them. - LS, p. 103 #CGJung

Chaos is not single, but an unending multiplicity. It is not formless, otherwise it would be single, but it is filled with figures that have a confusing and overwhelming effect due to their fullness. - LS, p. 103 #CGJung

If you break through this most everyday of walls, the overwhelming stream of chaos will flood in. - LS, p. 103 #CGJung