Summoned Or Not, The God Will Come.

When You Are Up Against A Wall, Put Down Roots Like A Tree, Until Clarity Comes From Deeper Sources To See Over That Wall And Grow.

For Better To Come, Good Must Stand Aside.

I Have Frequently Seen People Become Neurotic When They Content Themselves With Inadequate Or Wrong Answers To The Questions Of Life. They Seek Position, Marriage, Reputation, Outward Success Of Money, And Remain Unhappy And Neurotic Even When They Have Attained What They Were Seeking. Such People Are Usually Confined Within Too Narrow A Spiritual Horizon. Their Life Has Not Sufficient Content, Sufficient Meaning. If They Are Enabled To Develop Into More Spacious Personalities, The Neurosis Generally Disappears.

The Years... When I Pursued The Inner Images Were The Most Important Time Of My Life. Everything Else Is To Be Derived From This. It Began At That Time, And The Later Details Hardly Matter Anymore. My Entire Life Consisted In Elaborating What Had Burst Forth From The Unconscious And Flooded Me Like An Enigmatic Stream And Threatened To Break Me. That Was The Stuff And Material For More Than Only One Life. Everything Later Was Merely The Outer Classification, The Scientific Elaboration, And The Integration Into Life. But The Numinous Beginning, Which Contained Everything Was Then.

...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.