Birds

As you've probably seen, there are some photos of birds on the different pages of this blog. It seems nice to me today to tell a little more about the symbolism and spiritual significance of birds. Birds often fly and migrate, in other words they travel. Travel is to look around and discover and record what you experience. New, other incentives often come in clearer.

Of course, the symbolism and spiritual significance of birds varies by age and area, so by culture. In ancient Egypt, for example, the bird symbolized the soul. In general, the birds symbolize messengers and enlightenment, by flying in the sky, along the sky. They are also a symbol of freedom and transcendence. Freedom and thus being able to let go of earthly worries. They remind us of letting go and having faith in the natural course of life. After all, they rely on hard long journeys in bird migration to arrive in one piece at the destination.

In many places and in all kinds of times people believed that the birds act as mediators between the higher powers and themselves. Birds therefore represent communicating with your higher self, your spiritual consciousness. Not rarely birds are seen as spiritual guides. For example, the sea eagle with its white head and black body, is a spiritual guide and also represents rebirth and transformation. The sea eagle appears to those who are struggling and at the uncertain beginning of their spiritual path to give their courage and inspiration. Rebirth or transformation is like an egg that hatches, a new beginning or a new life.

For the spiritual significance of some birds in particular, I would like to refer you to the texts under the photos on the other page.

archetype II

Last time I wrote that the experiences in my relationship to the three most important women in my life, at least it has long looked like they were, actually a product and a result of a archetype And that there may be a lot of men with similar experiences. The word archetype originates from the ancient Greek, where "arche" means "old" or "original" or "type" of "s" or "model" or "model" is an old pattern. What exactly is an archetype and how could it be so powerful?

Especially pioneer, founder and scientist in contemporary psychology Carl Gustaf Jung has studied and tried to describe this, based among other things on experiences with many patients in his forty-year analytical practice in Switzerland. According to Jung who has also compiled a huge private library with all kinds of manuscripts and portfolios, an archetype is part of a structure, also called the collective unconscious, an a priori, so to speak, within which it facilitates the possibility of an image. Think of Plato's cave. That image can bring and evoke intense emotions. Often this happens as a compensation for a unilateral psychological activity with the aim of correcting it. This happens regardless of the human will, as long as the latter already has a chance.

In dreams, myths and fairy tales, old patterns occur independently of time, place, culture and race. There is evidence that there have been developments throughout the world in different times and continents, which could not have taken place apart from each other, as there was no Internet linking the whole world 2000 years ago. There was something else, the collective unconscious, that has developed and expanded over the years and centuries. It's our psychic legacy as humanity. The archetypes, which are part of the same subconscious, are empty molds, which can be filled with an image and then live and are usually projected outside of their own psyche. A good example is the anima, the female soul of the man (animus with the woman) that he projects young on his mother and later often on other women around him. This can get quite out of hand when this leads to the idealization of a woman, for example, who has provoked an intense interest in her, also called being in love. She consequently gets an enchanting, attractive, fascinating, but at the same time terrifying greatness, as if she were a queen, a goddess, which, however, often turns into the opposite. The mould then flows full of images related to the idea, resulting in emotions and experiences and for true experiences, which can reinforce each other. An obsession is born, but with it also a dependence and an addiction.

In dreams, myths and fairy tales, old patterns occur independently of time, place, culture and race. There is evidence that there have been developments throughout the world in different times and continents, which could not have taken place apart from each other, as there was no Internet linking the whole world 2000 years ago. There was something else, the collective unconscious, that has developed and expanded over the years and centuries. It's our psychic legacy as humanity. The archetypes, which are part of the same subconscious, are empty molds, which can be filled with an image and then live and are usually projected outside of their own psyche. A good example is the anima, the female soul of the man (animus with the woman) that he projects young on his mother and later often on other women around him. This can get quite out of hand when this leads to the idealization of a woman, for example, who has provoked an intense interest in her, also called being in love. She consequently gets an enchanting, attractive, fascinating, but at the same time terrifying greatness, as if she were a queen, a goddess, which, however, often turns into the opposite. The mould then flows full of images related to the idea, resulting in emotions and experiences and for true experiences, which can reinforce each other. An obsession is born, but with it also a dependence and an addiction.

archetype

Last Saturday it was King's Day again in the Netherlands, the traditional celebration of the fact that the country in which I live is ruled in name by a king, formerly queens. In my hometown, this is celebrated through a huge free market, which attracts a lot of people from all over the country. It was never my thing, but I've been in on it for about ten years, especially since my girlfriend, whom I met over ten years ago, is crazy about it. And because, not long after I got to know her, I revived an old hobby, namely the collection of long-played records, called vinyl or short-played album. However, this year I had no puff and lay around like a dishcloth in my house, which is near one of the most famous locations of that free market. My girlfriend was already out early, but was proud of me two hours later with thirty second-hand lps under her arm.

I've been playing these records for a few days now. It's mostly very old jazz. I have been listening to jazz regularly for a year or two and have a very modest collection, which largely consists of recordings by Miles Davis. This is quite different. The early jazz is lighter, sometimes even more cheerful. There's a box called "Collector History Of Classic Jazz" with five lp. Longplayer 1 starts with fascinating drum roll that the title "Examples Of African Tribal Music" has been given, so that's what the origin of jazz is. Tonight I'm ready for long player 3, whose music sounds like pretty old blues. On side 2 the text of the fifth song, with the title still unknown to me at that time, "Three Woman Blues" draws my attention.

The text of this issue is as follows:

♪ I ain't never loved ♪
But three women ruled my life.
The first was my mother,
The second was my sister
And the third was the girl that wrecked my life.

A wave of recognition went through me. But more important than that: Someone else, long ago had the same experience! In another time, another country, with a completely different background and in a completely different society probably. Soon I wondered if there was a pattern, if many more men felt it or experienced it? The step towards the idea of an underlying archetype was quickly made. Now if there is, that would make my problem much lighter and easier to handle. After all, the whole situation and life history, which I've been struggling with for a lifetime, suddenly looks very different in this light. The three supreme women then are only puppets in a game of a, albeit very powerful, inherited psychic phenomenon in my collective unconscious, which I myself am a willless victim of (become). And what's that like for women? Is the archetype manipulating them in a manly way? Through the experiences with a father, a brother and the first puppy to break their hearts? It gets you to think about and especially to relativize all that insoluble anger, frustration and impotence. Suddenly I felt less heavy and the energy started to flow a bit. Well, a little? I'm late at night typing this in my computer. What is music healing, I change my mind for the umpteenth time in my life.

ummagumma II

What is it exactly what I felt and why, when I made the album Ummagumma From Pink Floyd for the first time 55 years ago? What was that immediate profound fascination with that music? Below I'm going to try to make clear what made the unconscious recognition possible, using a chapter from the collected works of Carl Gustav Jung that I read this morning. At first, it is probably useful when I talk about the psychological approach of a work of art, in Jung's work it was literature. I took the liberty of using his approach to this music, as I think I recognize it in that music.

CG Jung distinguishes two methods of creation, the psychological and the visionary. For my story, which must remain very concise, only the visionary is enough, partly because I find what I am looking for. What strikes me directly is that the psychological explanation of, in this case the visionary art on the album Ummagumma, is a primal vision of chaos and darkness that would be incompatible with certain moral categories. These three categories are: standards, values and attitudes. Standards and values refer to behavior, while attitude pertains to the person acting.

Let me start with the latter. It probably pertains to an experience that seems incompatible with the personality or fiction of the composer's consciousness. The conflict leads to wanting to make it invisible, the displacement towards the unconscious of the experience in question. Furthermore, I am not going to go here because reducing the visionary experience to the personal experiences of the creators, the experience makes it something figuratively, a surrogate, loses the primal character and the primal vision becomes a symptom, a psychic neurosis of the maker, so to speak, and the chaos is reduced to a spiritual order. This statement will soon return within the limits of the ordered cosmos. That's not what I experienced when I was listening and a whole new world opened to me. The only order I could distinguish were the music notes played on the musical instruments.

The source of the shared experience here must be taken seriously though it seems that the mind will feel compelled to intervene in this obscure metaphysics to prevent the world from sinking into dark superstition. Maybe because I was so young and was completely open because of my fascination, the last thing happened to me. A listener who doesn't unknowingly identify himself with the atmosphere and message that is contained in these songs and doesn't understand this music is probably a rich fantasy, artist grilling or derailed poetic freedom. Maybe there was a more everyday love experience among the members of the band or one of them. The passion behind it is in any case palpable and leaves some less deep minds lost. The experience of the maker has become a real symbol, an expression for an unknown reality. It has become a fact, a psychic reality with as much value as a physical reality, for me anyway.

The feelings, the passion, of both the members of Pink Floyd, and mine lie within the consciousness, the object of the vision outside, which makes it mystical or magical. The band between the music and the band on the one hand and me on the other is for good forged, although the members of Pink Floyd will not have noticed any of that. The feeling that is summoned to me is that of things that are naturally secret. They're mysterious and creepy, an illusion because they're hidden by the ratio, the mind. They hide from such things out of fear of God.

The cosmos represents the consciousness, the sun and the faith of the day here, while the chaos stands for the nightly fear, the moon and the unconscious. This tension creates the question if there is anything alive on the other side. My soul was drawn out of the human, in the above human, which is also called the divine. This is, of course, a very strong and profound experience at the age of nine, the profound consequences of which at that time were completely inconceivable. Was it a trick of the unconscious to give me an omen in this threatening and ominous way that something will happen?

The laws, moral and practical, which man has invented to protect us from the madness of fear of metaphysics, the eternal fire of God, which may be too close here, fall out of here and do not last in this young mind of mine. The beauty of this darkness was to me so awesome and encompassing that it was like a revelation of a new unknown religion. This is what brought my fascination up from the deepest source of my being, my unconscious and his archetypes. The fascination lies in the experience and in the source and is still there, now almost 55 years later.

Every time the collective unconscious penetrates the experience and joins the time consciousness, a creative act has taken place that pertains to the whole period, it is a message to contemporaries.