One Does Not Become Enlightened By Imagining

I Saw That Everything, All Paths I Had Been Following, All Steps I Had Taken, Were Leading Back To A Single Point - Namely, To The Mid-point. It Became Increasingly Plain To Me That The Mandala Is The Center. It Is The Exponent Of All Paths. It Is The Path To The Center, To Individuation. I Knew That In Finding The Mandala As An Expression Of The Self I Had Attained What Was For Me The Ultimate.

...it Seemed To Me I Was Living In An Insane Asylum Of My Own Making. I Wnt About With All These Fantastic Figures: Centaurs, Nymphs, Satyrs, Gods And Goddesses, As Though They Were Patients And I Was Analyzing Them. I Read A Greek Or Negro Myth As If A Lunatic Were Telling Me His Anamnesis.

No Dream Symbol Can Be Separated From The Individual Who Dreams It, And There Is No Definite Or Straightforward Interpretation Of Any Dream.

It Is Only Our Deeds That Reveal Who We Are.

The Girl Dreams She Is Dangerously Ill. Suddenly Birds Come Out Of Her Skin And Cover Her Completely ... Swarms Of Gnats Obscure The Sun, The Moon, And All The Stars Except One. That One Start Falls Upon The Dreamer.