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Tuesday, April 12, 2016

J IS FOR ... EXCUSE ME, I MUST BE LEAVING.

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Without playing with fantasy, no creative work has ever yet come to birth.

The debt we owe to the play of imagination is incalculable.

-C.G. Jung

Meilori's was much wider, higher, and deeper than seemed possible from how it looked on the outside.

Inside the haunted jazz club, I could see no walls, much less any torches that hung from them.


Only an endless array of tables whose candles pushed back the darkness only a little.

In this dark cavern of a saloon,

things vast, blind, and monstrous took shape in the bronze-hued mists that billowed all through the place.

They lumbered without notice of me. They became almost solid, fuzzed, then drifted apart only to re-form feet from where they had been.

I sat at my table and tried to make sense of Dr. Freud's sudden departure.  What had that been all about?

A dance macabre formed in the mists to my far left.

Up high and almost lost in the billowing fog, sprites of dark ice spun on one leg, twirling slowly, their angular faces lost in some delirium of madness. They began to sing.

It was an invocation.

Abysses loathsome and endless yawned hungrily in the mists before me. I caught flashes, glimpses of alien voids and unholy dimensions beyond all human experience.

"May I sit down, young man?" said a deep voice.

I looked up. Carl Jung.  His ghost actually.  And Freud's sudden departure made sense.  The two of them had started out friends and ended up enemies.

"Of course, sir."

He smiled and sat down opposite me. "I wrote about the need for finding and living our myth, our story."

He sighed,
"As I grew older, I wrote my most important works and found my own unique ways to play."

He peered deep into my eyes.
"Young man, we need new stories that weave playfulness, gratitude, and compassion for self and others. Re-writing your myth or story can help you understand more fully your core values."

He smiled sadly.
"Your story reflects your uniqueness and the many gifts you have to offer others. You might ask your computer friends:


 If they fully expressed their values, how would others see them? Would it change their life in some way?"


Jung gazed into the bronze mists and murmured, "I had sick bed images, terrible and beautiful both at once."

His chin sunk to his chest,
"I felt as though I were floating in space, as though I were safe in the womb of the universe---in a tremendous void, but filled with the highest possible feeling of happiness.

Everything around me seemed enchanted.... Night after night I floated in a state of purest bliss, thronged round with images of all creation."

The ghost of Mark Twain in the seat beside me laughed,

"I had me some of those same dreams, there, Young. But soon as I gave up radishes, they cleared out."

Jung glared at Mark.
"Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart not your stomach. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”

Mark smiled crooked,
"Wasn't you the pilgrim who said everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.”

Jung's scowl could have curdled vinegar.

"I also said I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become. Must you be a jack daw, Clemens?”

Mark Twain smiled wide,
"You spout on about the secrets of life. I will tell you the Secret to Life:


 “Life is short, Break the Rules. Forgive quickly, Kiss SLOWLY.

Love truly. Laugh uncontrollably. And never regret ANYTHING that makes you smile.”



Jung huffed, “The shoe that fits one person pinches another; there is no recipe for living that suits all cases.”

Twain snorted, "Maybe. Maybe not. When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.”

Jung rumbled,
"The pendulum of the mind oscillates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong. It is clear your mind has become mired in nonsense.”

Twain chuckled, "T'weren't you the gent who said:

'As a child I felt myself to be alone, and I am still, because I know things and must hint at things which others apparently know nothing of, and for the most part do not want to know.'”

Jung shook his head,
“It all depends on how we look at things, and not on how things are in themselves. The least of things with a meaning is worth more in life than the greatest of things without it.”

Mark looked at me. "Suddenly, son, I'm afraid. I actually understood that.

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What would say is your own personal myth? 
Are your core values reflected in what you write?
  In the last thing you wrote what would a stranger say are your core values, what you hold to be true about life?

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20 comments:

  1. Wow, those are some tough questions. I guess my core values are helping my fellow (wo)man as much as I can, loving and caring for animals, and then--of course--scaring the pants off people so they appreciate what they have. :)

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    1. I think what I believe my core values are and what others would say they are from reading my books and seeing my life would be different -- but not badly so!

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  2. That was a mesmerising post, Roland!

    Susan A Eames from
    Travel, Fiction and Photos

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  3. In the last thing I wrote...my characters had a lot of fun and learned to let go of the things that can't control.

    So obviously I need to take my subconscious more seriously and stop trying to plan out my day to the T.

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    1. Yes, our stories are sometimes echoes of our own dilemmas! :-)

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  4. Hi Roland ... we are certainly all individual - though many may not think that way. I always weave my threads and I will continue to do that ... I would hope a stranger would see curiosity and strength - as well as positivity ... cheers Hilary

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    1. We can only live an authentic life that nourishes the lives of those around us and leave judgements to others. Thanks so much for visiting when life is a challenge right now. :-)

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  5. Now I want to know, that paragraph about "forgive quickly, kiss slowly," was that written by you, Mark Twain, or the ghost of Mark Twain. I hope not the ghost, because then I still wouldn't now for sure. Regardless, I love it.

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    1. That is an actual quote from Mark Twain. Most of the words I gave both Jung and Twain were their very own.

      I don't want angry ghosts haunting me!

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  6. Didn't know shoes could pack a punch!
    Yes, my values are in my writing. I could write no other way.

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  7. I have no idea what others might see. What matters to me if fairness, honesty, compassion, and learning. I believe wisdom rates high, and I usually want to go my own way. Twain or McCord (or their ghost egos) impress me more than Jung or Freud.

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    1. Me, too. I have been listening to the new audio book of THE RIVAL and found things I had forgotten I had written in it! Does listening to an audio of my own book make me vain? :-)

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    2. I don't think so, I would call it quality control. We need to have pride in our work.

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  8. Wow! I loved the intellectual, heated exchange today and I adore the phrase: Jung's scowl could have curdled vinegar.

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    1. Glad you liked the curdled vinegar line. :-)

      Tomorrow will be interesting.

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  9. Interesting questions. Ones that I need to ponder. And not in the late afternoon when I'm hungry and a bit tired out from the day.

    Liz A. from
    Laws of Gravity
    and
    Unicorn Bell

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    1. It seems that as both a rare blood courier and a writer I am always tired. :-)

      Happy that you liked my post. Be here tomorrow for a shocking revelation.

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  10. I can't help but go with old "cut to the chase" Twain here. He speaks to the common man and I can relate to his philosophy. You're a wonderful host during these chats.

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