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Une femme s’invite dans mon esprit…

Posted in Esoteric with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on March 11, 2015 by Mj Rains

 

When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained. – Mark Twain

Une femme s’invite dans mon esprit…

A woman calls in my mind…

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The dark hours of my being…

Posted in The Deep with tags , , , , , , , , on November 2, 2014 by Mj Rains

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I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.

– Rainer Maria Rilke
From The Book of Hours

What is old…is new…

Posted in "Wit"icisms" with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 17, 2013 by Mj Rains

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Well, it’s mid September, and I’m getting that old feeling again…

Just got a note from WordPress congratulating me on 5 years of blogging…5 YEARS!

Totally missed my anniversary which was September 9, 2008 due to the many quivering things going on in my splendid though harrowing life. But that aside, I do hope to make new again what is old, to gain some sense of feeling again, some inspiration and focus.

A new theme is in place and the Wit Continuum about page has been slightly updated. Look in the future for some page of short stories, favorites of mine by my favorite delicious authors, and some of my own small creations to occupy the startled mind.

October, my most desirous month, looms ahead with all the cool moonlit nights, the leaves shedding their lives in the most beautifully colored fashions, the creepiness of the Halloween holiday that sets my heart a flutter, and, of course, my favorite guilty pleasures (a.k.a. tv shows) start this month.

So what was once old can be a new creation…

“He who rejects change is the architect of decay. The only human institution which rejects progress is the cemetery.”  ~ Harold Wilson

“People often say that this or that person has not yet found himself. But the self is not something one finds, it is something one creates.” ~ Thomas Szasz

“You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of you intuition.  What you’ll discover will be wonderful.  What you’ll discover is yourself.”  ~ Alan Alda

A dream is a little hidden door…

Posted in The Deep with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 16, 2013 by Mj Rains

battle of the light“The dream is a little hidden door in the innermost and most secret recesses of the soul, opening into that cosmic night…”

“…in dreams we put on the likeness of that more universal, truer, more eternal man dwelling in the darkness of primordial night.”

In_Dream_by_Virus69“The dream is often occupied with apparently very silly details, thus producing an impression of absurdity, or else it is on the surface so unintelligible as to leave us thoroughly bewildered.”

“Dreams are impartial, spontaneous products of the unconscious psyche, outside the control of the will.”

_heart_s_chakra__by_janek_sedlar-d5rlc4y“One would do well to treat every dream as though it were a totally unknown object. Look at it from all sides, take it in your hand, carry it about with you, let you imagination play round it, and talk about it with other people.”

Dream words source: Psychological Reflections, C.G. Jung

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Existential love for Jean-Paul…

Posted in Writers with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 21, 2012 by Mj Rains

Existentialism reigns…

THE LITERARY MAN

Happy birthday (posthumously) to iconic literary man Jean-Paul Sartre, master of existential thought, prolific writer and long time companion of Simone de Beauvoir who today would be turning 107. In NAUSEA, Sartre wrote:

“This is what I thought: for the most banal even to become an adventure, you must (and this is enough) begin to recount it. This is what fools people: a man is always a teller of tales, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his own life as if he were telling a story. But you have to choose: live or tell.”

For us, as writers, we feel conflicted. Choosing to live or tell seems somewhat impossible as we live to tell and tell to live and live to live in some sort of “chicken vs. egg” tangled web of messiness. We feel that in living, the writer continues to experience…

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