"She would have died on the cross for him if she could." 

 (Jiwoo Shin, on an excruciating day, in Lonesome Town)

 

 

Is there any more beautiful love story than the love story of Mary?
Wonderfully secret, divine, it is the only love affair of God that we know about. 

(Carl Jung, Vision Seminar, pg 492)

 

For Jung, the Assumption (of Mary) was a sign of the times pointing toward the equality of women, women’s rights, and how this equality had been finally and officially raised to the metaphysical realm in the figure of the divine woman.  

(Rafael Monzo, homage to MLVF, pg 413)

 

Jung gave great importance to the papal bull of the Assumption Maria. He held that it “points to the heirs games in the pleroma, and this isn turn implies, as we have said, the future birth of the divine child, who, in accordance with the divine Trent toward incarnation, will choose as his birthplace the empirical man. This metaphysical process is known as the individuation process in the psychology of the unconscious.”

(Carl Jung, Liber Novus, footnote 200, pg299)

 

Mary is represented as a sea flower in one hymn and Christ as the sea bird that rests in her. This is exactly the eastern motif of the lotus.

(Carl Jung, ETH, pg 118)

 

Blue is the color of Mary’s celestial cloak; she is the earth covered by the blue tent of the sky.

(Carl Jung, CW 8,  p. 87)

 

This is how madness begins, this is madness... You cannot get conscious of these unconscious facts without giving yourself to them. If you can overcome your fear of the unconscious and can let yourself go down, then these facts take on a life of their own.

(Carl Jung, Liber Novus, pg 253. Footnote 211)

 

To the extent that the Christianity of this time lacks madness, it lacks divine life. Take note of what the ancient taught us in images madness in divine. 

 (Carl Jung, Liber Novus, pg 238)

 

But who can withstand fear when the divine intoxication and madness comes to him?

Love, soul, and God are beautiful and terrible.

(Carl Jung, Liber Novus, pg 238)

 

Jesus voluntarily exposed himself to the assaults [from within] of the imperialistic madness that filled everyone, conquer and conquered alike.

(Carl Jung, CW 17, pg 309)

 

When a patient begins to feel the inescapable nature of his inner development, he may easily be overcome by a panic fear that he is sipping helplessly into some kind of madness he can no longer understand. More than once I have had to reach for a book on my shelves, bring down an old alchemist, and show my patient his terrifying fantasy in the form in which it appeared four hundred years ago. This has a calming effect, because this patient then sees that he is not alone in a strange word which nobody understands, but is part of the great stream of human history, which has experienced countless times the very things that he regards as a pathological proof of his craziness..

(Carl Jung, CW 13, para 325)

 

So long as you feel the human contact, the atmosphere of mutual confidence, there is no danger; and even if you have to face the terror of insanity, or the shadowy menace of suicide, there is still that area of human faith, that certainty of understanding and of being understood, no matter how black the night.

(Carl Jung, CW 17, para 181)

 

 

The distortion of beauty and meaning by grotesque objectivity of equally grotesque irreality is, in the insane, a consequence of the destruction of the personality; in the artist it has a creative purpose. Far from his work being an expression of the destruction of his personality the modern artist finds the unity of his artistic personality in destructiveness.

(Carl Jung, CW 15, para 175)

 

 

What the artist and the insane have in common is common also to every human being — a restless creative fantasy which constantly engaged in smoothing away the hard edges of reality. Anyone who observes himself, carefully and unsparingly, will know that there is something within him which would gladly hide and cover up all that is difficult and questionable in life, in order to smooth a path for itself. Insanity gives it a free hand. And once it has gained the ascendency, reality is veiled, more quickly or less; it becomes a distant dream, but the dream becomes a reality which holds the patient enchained wholly or in part, often for the rest of his life. We healthy people, who’s hand with both feet in reality, see only the run of the patient in this world, but not the richness of that side of the psyche which is turned away from us.

(Carl Jung, cw 3, para 385)

 

 

The man who is only wise and only holy interests me about as much as the skeleton of a rare saurian which would not move me to tears. The insane contradiction, on the other, between existence eying Maya in the cosmic Self, and that amiable human weakness which fruitfully sinks many roots into the black earth, repeating for all eternity the weaving and rending of the veil as the ageless melody of India — this contradiction fascinates me; for how else can one perceive the light without the shadow, hear the silence without the noise ,attain wisdom without foolishness?

 (Carl Jung, CW11, para 953)