A series of notes, diary fragments, references and pieces of research:
Notes 2025-11-10
Ancestral Islands
Why the earth of ancestry is about to convince the idea that order and chaos is a capitulation of the very beginning and the very end. Misconception of the essence of life, the lie of everything that we call reality, which cannot be...
The grain of the image is the soul
We have forgotten to sing for our mother.
Ik word er stil van.
I cannot sing.
My mother doesn’t sing for me either.
Not anymore.
I’ve been abandoned.
The grain of the image is the soul
The grain is calling
At first it annoys me. It’s a distraction from the image... moving closer... the grain becomes more and more evident. It is the dust settling the space. The light captures that which floats through space. They are particles and the particles are more than dust. The question came to me in a dream. The answer lies here in the image, in the millimeters of the image... the grain.
Maybe the grain is dust of souls, of many souls transferring the force of life to another life, to another object, to another plant and tree. The dust of souls is a gift of time, for time is ending for every soul. So the force of dust stretches the force of life into becoming dust.... note: Read Michael Marder on Dust.
Bloody spirit
PSYCHOPOMP
- the passage of blood in the threshold of the joint
I see a spirit in my pants.
I see eyes, head and arms and legs.
The spirit is already fading.
Evaporating,
I can feel it when I touch it.
The red of the blood is turning to dark brown,
disappearing in the deep blue.
The blade of my Golok pierced my right knee, on the patella. It happened during the performance. It was my first strike on the tree, but the tree was so easy to cut that the force made the blade go down into my knee, which then turned the performative demonstration of the colonial history into an embodied ritual of this same history.
An open wound is an open body.
My ancestors came that night.
They grew out of the hole in my knee,
passing through the threshold of my blood,
my heritage.
It was a sign of the times,
the times unfinished.
A residue.
Painted in blood,
A bloody spirit.
Bloody spirit
The Dutch don’t look at
the forest.
00:35:00:09 - 00:35:03:09
They look through the forest.
00:35:04:18 - 00:35:07:18
Their eyes have reached too far.
00:35:07:24 - 00:35:10:15
They were too tall.
00:35:10:15 - 00:35:13:15
They still are.
00:35:13:21 - 00:35:16:14
With their heads in the sky.
They don’t see the ants moving.
00:35:20:24 - 00:35:23:23
They cannot see the forest.
00:35:24:12 - 00:35:28:11
Which means they also cannot see
a forest becoming a forest.
00:35:33:13 - 00:35:36:01
They see the weeds growing.
00:35:38:13 - 00:35:42:07
And weeds will be exterminated.
Notes 2026-02-01
Bloody spirit
Bloody spirit
I’m becoming death itself.
I can see it in my eyes.
I look sick.
Notes 2025-11-29
Oil pastel, black ink
The shadow of the depth, the eye from the unconscious looking back - a mirror of the archetypes. Reference to Carl Gustav Jung.
A world of worlds of cosmologies stemming from the ancient world, which is the human nature
Visiting UNCLE
00:37:42:23 - 00:37:46:20
You know the exorcist also exists.
00:37:46:23 - 00:37:50:22
If you are possessed by
the devil in your body.
00:37:51:01 - 00:37:54:12
Then it can be driven out
by the exorcist.
00:37:54:17 - 00:37:56:19
A voice that makes sound...
00:37:56:19 - 00:37:59:24
and then an exorcist observes.
00:38:00:00 - 00:38:02:11
It just exists.
00:38:05:04 - 00:38:07:18
Nasty weather, isn’t it Dave.
00:38:07:18 - 00:38:09:09
Dark weather.
00:38:10:17 - 00:38:13:11
After January if will be warm...
00:38:13:11 - 00:38:15:07
much more light again.
00:38:15:14 - 00:38:19:00
It’s dark right, I notice it.
A world of worlds of cosmologies stemming from the ancient world, which is the human nature
life-> worlds-> cosmologies-> collective unconscious-> ancient world
I am layering my cosmo-visions.
I see like a bird, I am getting even higher than the bird.
I see like a flying plane, higher, like a satellite.
I am satelliting.
I see too much, my eyes hurt.
My spirit is afloat.
A world of worlds of cosmologies stemming from the ancient world, which is the human nature
I need to learn about the Wana Tribe. We might go there, to find them.
The people of the Wana Tribe
The wana tribe, also known as tau taa wana or to wana, is native to central sulawesi. They are one of the oldest tribes in sulawesi and are known to have deep knowledge of the forest, and the tradition of hunting and brewing.
Tau Taa Wana, from nature to nature: philosophy and practice connected to nature. Their nomadic life is confronted with structural pressures such as private pressure and policies that are not fully side with them. Missionaries from the government try to bring the beliefsystem of christianity into their indiginous religion to ‘improve’ their lives.
What’s specific about their culture.
Need to write an essay on the following:
The magical mirror of embodied knowledge
Why craftsmen should become anthropologists,
anthropologists should become filmmakers
and filmmakers should become craftsmen.
Notes 2025-10-17
Drawing: Portal of Times
Outer, inner and collective bodies
Need to write an essay on the following:
I am her age now. When she arrived in Holland.
It scares me.
To look in her eyes.
And to see her change in appearance.
She was sick when she was in Indonesia suffering from active tuberculosis. It was urgent to go to Holland to receive treatment. Here, she was placed in sanatorium for one and a half years. She had to sit in a bed outside in the winter to recover. Her four children were not allowed to visit her while she was there. In this place she gave birth to her last child, which was conceived at sea, on the ship. She was not allowed to keep the baby there, so her oldest child, who was twelve, took care of the baby.
I wonder how she must have felt coming to this country that she never saw before. To arrive in the cold of winter. Was it truly cold? Was she relieved?
Need to write an essay on the following:
The material embodiment of the knowledge only lives temporal as an artwork. The labour of the moment leaves its traces through transformation of both audience and performer. It turns to an exclusive memory.
Clarification between the ‘Spirit of the times’ and ‘Spirit of the depths”
https://www.reddit.com/r/Jung/comments/mm5a7m/the_red_book_spirit_of_the_times_vs_spirit_of_the/
Spirit of the times, Spirit of the depths
Soul is psyche, the mind. Anima is another word for soul but it shouldn't be confused with soul more generally when thinking in a Jungian framework (the soul is genderless, at least at its peak). Speaking and thinking classically, the soul was the mind. In other words, what I consider to be an aspect of my mind would have been for thousands of years considered to be an aspect of my soul. And the state of my soul would have been the state of my mind. This makes understanding classical religious, spiritual, and mystic texts far easier to understand and 'modernize' because they're talking about genuine, real things we all know and experience--it's just that the framing has altered a bit.
The spirit of the times refers to the zeitgeist or prevailing mood, spirit, or tone of a given cultural climate. It's "what it's like to be" in a given era and pertains to cultural products (literature, music, film, etc.) and political or ideological forces at play (the "Bush years" or the "Obama years", etc.). This is what you experience whether you want to or not because you are in it in due to your environment; you can't escape TV, movies, video games and movies or books or music or whatever the hell else because even if you yourself do not engage, chances are damn-near everyone you know does (and they'll tell you about it, too). So when Jung is referring to the 'spirit of the times', he's speaking about this seemingly all-pervading force.
The spirit of the depths (and when I say 'depths'--as I take Jung to mean as well, at least in part--I am not meaning something 'down there' like shadow content but anything which is unconscious, including the Self and whatever transcends normal waking consciousness) is more primal and pervading and exists more or less eternally as it's archetypal and not bound by whatever the cultural zeitgeist is but, instead, informs that zeitgeist in subtle ways. This is the spirit which comes out when those layers of cultural and personal life are, more or less, stripped away and set aside. It's difficult to entirely distinguish or discern one from the other in an absolute way because you can't--the depths by necessity inform the times but the times do not, in turn, inform the depths because they can't in a way which alters the depths themselves. All that the spirit of the times can do is fix a filter or frame over the depths (archetypes) in order to put them into a new light or else hide them away entirely (for instance, in the last hundred-odd years there's been both New Age obscuration of genuine spiritual insight as well as rampant materialism--these are two extremes of the same polarity and both stem from and cover over the depths). But the basic perennial philosophy remains the same because it cannot change, it is quite simply fixed (perennialism is a four-letter word in a post-modern, post-structuralist frame but I challenge anyone to read mystical texts from at least five different religious traditions and come away honestly feeling that they're all writing about distinctly different things). The relative differences are due to the spirit of the times and, because one is stuck in time, this is what one is acquainted with (and takes to be the real, honest, genuine reality) unless they're thrown--for one reason or another--into the depths.
Trends and Patterns
One way I see it is as being a trend (spirit of the times) versus a pattern (spirit of the depths) ... a trend is more temporary while a pattern is more permanent so to speak. There’s trends of the month, trends of the decade, generational trends. But then there’s patterns that encompass and transcend those trends. The reason why Carl Jung is so relevant today is because of how aware he was of these deeper patterns.
Ancestral Islands
times, Spirit of the depths
Soul is psyche, the mind. Anima is another word for soul but it shouldn't be confused with soul more generally when thinking in a Jungian fra
Ancestral Islands
times, Spirit of the depths
Soul is psyche, the mind. Anima is another word for soul but it shouldn't be confused with soul more generally when thinking in a Jungian fra