“Natural philosophy is the genius that has regulated my fate; I desire, therefore, in this narration, to state those facts which led to my predilection for that science.”
― Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus

“I have described myself as always having been imbued with a fervent longing to penetrate the secrets of nature. In spite of the intense labour and wonderful discoveries of modern philosophers, I always came from my studies discontented and unsatisfied.”
― Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus


“Men’s brains may be bigger, but women’s contain more brain cells. Also, male and female brains work differently. When men and women perform identical tasks, different areas of their brains light up in response. In addition, females use both hemispheres, while male brain activity is restricted to one side.”
— Kevin Leman (Feminist/Animus)


“One of the most robust sex differences in personality research is the finding that women are higher in Agreeableness than men are. The difference is over half a standard deviation, which means that although there is plenty of overlap between the sexes, the average man scores lower than 70 per cent of women.”
— Daniel Nettle (Feminist/Animus)

“About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him-and I didn’t know how potent that part might be-that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Twilight (Animus)

“Why don’t you like to be touched” Ana whispered, staring up into soft grey eyes. “Because I’m fifty shades of fucked-up, Anastasia.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey (Animus)


“The projection-forming factor is the anima. Wherever she appears in dreams, phantasies or visions, she appears personified, thereby demonstrating that basically she possesses all the outstanding characteristics of a female person. She is not an invention of the conscious, but a spontaneous production of the unconscious; neither is she a substitute figure for the mother. On the contrary, there is every likelihood that those numinous attributes which make the Mother imago so dangerously powerful derive from the collective archetype, the anima, which is incarnated anew in every male child.”
― Carl Jung (Anima)

“The realities subsumed under the concept “anima” form an extremely dramatic content of the unconscious. It is possible to describe this concept in rational, scientific language, but in this way one entirely fails to express its living character. Therefore I deliberately and consciously give preference to a dramatic, mythological approach and terminology. In describing the living processes of the soul, such a terminology is not only more expressive but also more exact than abstract scientific terms.”
― Carl Jung (Anima)

“I am all that hath been, and is, and shall be; and my veil no mortal has hitherto raised.”
― Plutarch, quoting the ancient Egyptian Goddess, ISIS (Anima)


“For decades I always turned to the anima when I felt that my emotional behavior was disturbed, and that something had been constellated in the unconscious. I would then ask the anima: “Now what are you up to? What do you see? I should like to know.” After some resistance she regularly produced an image. As soon as the image was there, the unrest or sense of oppression vanished. The whole energy of these emotions was transformed into interest in and curiosity about the image. I would speak with the anima about the images she communicated to me.”
― Carl Jung, Memories, Dreams and Reflections (Anima = Succubus = Muse)


“To feed your Muse, then, you should always have been hungry about life since you were a child. If not, it is a little late to start.”
― Ray Bradbury (Anima = Succubus = Muse)


“The Muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come uninvited.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones (Anima = Succubus = Muse)

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“The ‘Muse’ is not an artistic mystery, but a mathematical equation. The gift are those ideas you think of as you drift to sleep. The giver is that one you think of when you first awake.”
― Roman Payne (Anima = Succubus = Muse)


“There is also a third kind of madness, which is possession by the ‘Muses,’ enters into a delicate and virgin soul, and there inspiring frenzy, awakens lyric….But he, who, not being inspired and having no touch of madness in his soul, comes to the door and thinks he will get into the temple by the help of art–he, I say, and his poetry are not admitted; the sane man is nowhere at all when he enters into rivalry with the madman.”
― Plato, Phaedo (Anima = Succubus = Muse)

“This is the other secret that real artists know and wannabe writers don’t. When we sit down each day and do our work, power concentrates around us. The Muse takes note of our dedication. She approves. We have earned favor in her sight. When we sit down and work, we become like a magnetized rod that attracts iron filings. Ideas come. Insights accrete.”
― Steven Pressfield, The War of Art: Break Through the Blocks & Win Your Inner Creative Battles (Anima = Succubus = Muse)



  1. Knowthyself Says:

    To think I was just contemplating the “anima/animus and the muse”…Great timing?… As always, inspiring!


    Spellbound I am,I am
    The wizard has enchanted me, enchanted me
    Spellbound deep in my soul, in my soul
    In my heart burns a sizzling fire, a sizzling fire

    Spellbound I am, I am
    The wizard has enchanted me, enchanted me
    Spellbound in my heart’s root, my heart’s root
    My eyes gaze to where the wizard stood

    • FAUSTUS CROW Says:

      A feline Witch to know, when to conjure up her ‘Animus,’ amidst her Triangle Of Art Imagination to dream true, she thence to tremble the Wyrd Web of Ley, along whose woven strand of a stitch her sung Mantra to enchant her prey, who wears the mask of a conjured archetype, she desires to know of stitched flesh made manifest.

      At a power place the Witch to choose of hunting ground, her prey to then appear upon an intuitively spun synchronicity. But, the Witch may just find of rarity, she has been hunted in turn by a horned Wizard whose singular eye has conjured up his ‘Anima.’

      Such a Wizard does not wear a mask of an assumed archetypal guise; he is the archetype, seeking out his soul-mate counterpart when to Rúnatal trance hang upon Yggdrassil, falling into the labyrinthine dream, to twilight… harrow, Nosferatu.

      Should they ever meet around this present Zodiac age encircled by Jormungand, of many an unknowing couple meeting, their sacred wedding will be forged of an Ouroboros ring Draupnir; for they to know of remembering, the world is… strange.

      It is however, only one of many strange worlds, of a multiverse world tree Yggdrassil, a wayfaring horned Wizard of an Odin to Sorcerer wander as an ecstatic Pan, which be both… Shaman… a Witch to deify of an ‘Animus’ conjuration.

  2. Knowthyself Says:

    Who was hunting who…indeed…

    Hunter who tracks
    Outside of time
    Guardian lord
    Of ancient rhyme…

    He will call you out
    Make you sweat
    Give you a blessing
    That you’ll never forget

    So revel in the chase
    And let your heartbeat run
    Blessed are the children
    Of the Horned One

    Maybe we are to remember…

    Lyrics (English):

    You flew in from the dawn
    Such a sight when you came into view
    You stretched your white wings
    Careful embrace

    Swan, my swan
    Dive, heat my blood
    Swan, my swan
    Before dawn breaks

    You flew in from the dawn
    Such a sight when you came into view
    You whispered softly
    Youthful caress

    Swan, my swan
    Dive, heat my blood
    Swan, my swan
    Before dawn breaks

    Bring out my yearning
    The longing of the lonely

    • FAUSTUS CROW Says:

      Breath to ever quicken
      Sweat as honey sweet dew
      Running as rivulets
      Bound to her tomb bed as a writhing feast
      Invisible chains, paralysed; not to care, of self sacrifice
      Shirt, shredded, ripped away, skyclad naked
      Silken skin, heated of hot desiring; needing to be touched, eaten out,
      enfolded within a cloak of shadowed night, bestial
      Caresses of rough Werewolf hands, unseen; parting of thighs
      The moistening valley, whose yearning mound,
      arises towards the whitest light,
      the licking fire
      There, atop of Olympus mount, erect,
      burning of horned flame, trident ejaculation,
      becoming as descending wings,
      of a mounting Swan
      Leda, ridden
      Her spine to bow under the lightening
      Joyously tortured,
      upon multiple racks of ecstasy
      Her hands to quicken
      She to imagine, be those of another
      An Angel she to visualise through gritted teeth
      Biting of lip, to bloody groans
      Crescendo of an uttered Witch spell,
      scaring the overhearing neighbourhood
      They can go to Hell; she cares only to call out to the horned flame
      Inner eye to seer her firey desire,
      a Bio-Photon web to spin, of ensnaring weave
      Leda to know, the light will soon be fleshed of shadow manifestation, to worldly meet
      But; will she recognise the lusting fire within his Wolf eyes?
      He will most assuredly ravage her heart wide open, of a Merry Met, synchronicity
      More so, if he has likewise hunted her, as a horned Siva, seated atop, mount Meru.

  3. Knowthyself Says:

    Tumbling Burning with White Hot Fire
    I plunge into the depths of the abyss
    Unspeakable pain…relentless agony…
    Time ceases to exist…

    ecstatic golden ecstasy…
    adrift…motion… light…feathers…
    firm hands…searing lips…

    My, My…

    Burning burning
    in the flame
    Now I know her
    secret name

    Merry Met that would be, Ravaged heart, Lost in thee…pure ecstasy…

    • FAUSTUS CROW Says:

      All consuming Kali be,
      betwixt her Tarantula legs, the grave, into an Aghori Abyss,

      Siva to trance fall;
      who knows embryo Siva better than his own horned Atma skull,
      howling a Mantra of named Tarot card,
      She be amidst four elements, sought for of fifth element quintessence

      An archetype of Tarot card to that of corresponding flesh;
      she to too dream, guiding Siva in, upon a Kundalini caress, ethereal,
      awaiting Siva’s entry into her Dakini domain of ghostly memories,
      ancient of futures beckoning, another place, outside time

      Then to artistry of Zodiac ringed around Meru Tor;
      Ouroboros of Aeon Torc precession…
      Hadron collider magic circle, lathe of heaven

      Elemental Signs of stars, to Lilitu Decans 72, of Lilith working
      Webbed symbols, woven onto a Web, gridding the crystalline Earth,

      hunting the delectable Obsidian Butterfly, of thirteenth sign
      who be the Anima-Mundi, corporeal…

      the Crowleyites term as the Rose, to also name…

      Horned Siva to know as his Shakti.

  4. Knowthyself Says:

    What the F…I bolt straight up in bed. Mind in rewind…deep breath…pause…reach back…. remember….

    Mind adrift in early hours dark silent kiss….adrift on a dark shinning sea,undulating infinity… Awareness lost to this serenity…

    I bolt to full awareness.Triggered… I realize I am not exactly in Kansas anymore….Where am I….in this dark I can not see…..

    One female shaman dances ecstatically on my left and a male shaman dances ecstatically on my right. They then dance interchanging positions. Finally they disappear in the middle, only to have one huge head dressed shaman to barrel down the middle straight in my face blowing smoke….(headdress reminded me of a deadly butterfly…coincidence I think not)

    Towering,pressing over me….all or nothing it calls to me…
    Surrender I found in the Goddesses embrace…
    Sharp double edged feathers did trace
    lightly upon the skin…
    It was all or nothing so I fell in…

    I then to think…This trippy shit is not mine…
    Where am I…I reach out….where, I ask….mind.
    Well it sure the hell isn’t mine! Not the first time I have ended up in someone elses dreams but this was different…

    Darkness bathed in silver light, an intoxicating sight…
    I walk down a deep tall stone corridor, bare foot, smooth stone cool to the touch…..

    I asked again where am I…Labyrinth.
    Labyrinth of someones mind? I felt panic arise…

    Padme from Star Wars materializes in an infinite number to show the way by jestering with her right hand. I had a moment of restraint knowing how easy it is to manifest at this point, so I shake myself awake….and I realize then who it was….Faustus! After reading your post this morning… my mind is adrift…

    • FAUSTUS CROW Says:

      Ida of shaman Moon XVIII and Pingala of shaman Sun XIV do dance for a time; then to Gebo; X Rune, seventh secret, marks the Tao spot. The fusion of cards, numerology; reduced to X of a Wheel Of Time… Zodiac of precession ages.

      Who be seated between the Agohri pylons of Ida and Pingala? The Sushumna ‘Djed’ Priestess Of The Silver Star II; an Obsidian Butterfly of thirteenth path Gimel, whose uterine corridor of soft darkness be bathed in the silvery light of a third eye, DMT star, tear.

      Da’at of labyrinth, interconnecting worlds, the Gimel corridor, psychonaut leads to, of sung Mantra, “Om Mani PADME Hum.”

      The jewel is in the lotus, a Da’at Yoni stargate time tunnel of Chronos, the Roman’s named as Saturn.

      But what trippy archetypal memories deep, to TARDIS dream access? Perhaps to remember, a cosmic war, the rebels fallen to Earth.

      A Mantra your Atma sung, “We Will Rise Again,” referencing, ‘Tuning’ of the ‘Djed’-i Force… betwixt the pylons, Ida and Pingala.

  5. Knowthyself Says:

    Cheeky Crafty Witch Doctor you may be
    I to smile mischievously
    I dreamt of Drums, Stobes, and Circling Energy
    Open the mind, its how we achieve
    Seer to see the lesson true…
    I to fall in “tune”…

    I’ve been working all damn day in the sweatshop
    Still feels like I’m dying but I won’t stop
    I don’t mind, ’cause I’m gonna shine
    I’ll pump that iron till the end of time

    Radioactive mantra song sung early in practice …Wink!

    Seer to sear down to the very heart of me and see the seed mantra I hold so reverently! Om Mani Padme Hum

    As archetypal memories you have seen true..
    I have had visions of this history too.
    The labyrinth holds yet something I can not see…
    The Goddess calls to me…
    Born along the tapestry…
    Spun by your words of Triangle Art magic energy….
    I wait ….breathing….patiently…..

    Let Be
    Light the Weave
    Burn In Equanimity
    Goddess Grant thee Prosperity
    Dance the Dance Infinitely!!

    • FAUSTUS CROW Says:

      I am not assuming the role of an ‘Animus’ projection; I do not need to do so, which of symbolic stimuli stirs the subconscious, and in turn influences the dream, just as the emotional charge activation of the two ‘radio-active’ nerve channels of the Autonomic Nervous System translates into associative symbols within the crossing-over dream.

      Although, I have an interest in the ‘Animus’ archetypes from an artistic perspective, which of symbolism, religion as well as the mass media utilises in order to hypnotise the mass populace, by subversively influencing the Autonomic Nervous System, via emotively charged symbolic stimuli pumped out by the mass media. That is how hypnosis works.

      For example, the Cosmic War video makes mention of Iraq, and that the criminal war had been instigated in part to negate Saddam Hussein’s usage of a supposed ancient Star Wars technology.

      How many would (Da’at) believe such a symbolically evocative scenario, when to ride the back of an already established religious indoctrination, transmuted into the science fiction arena of Star Wars?

      Very likely, many would believe its mythic stance; more so in Biblical media machine USA; whereby validating to numerous church goers and disenchanted newagers that a criminal war was fought because Saddam Hussein had cosmic weapons of mass destruction.

      Later to find that he didn’t have any earthly ‘radioactive’ WMD’s at all of an engineered lie, it was far more to do with Hussein planning to dump the petro-dollar, which would have screwed the Oily ‘giants’ of the USA and Arabia.

      “So above, so below,” of an ancient adage; whence to find the cosmic Star Wars tale of the New Order is describing what is presently occurring on the temporal Earth. Where then are the protesting rebels, who of a prior hippie era had a focus upon the ‘Zodiac Age’ of Aquarius?

      Perhaps the rebels are presently asleep, due to them being hypnotised by, “A nameless, terrible thing, soaked in the blood of a billion galaxies. The most feared being in all the cosmos. Nothing could stop it or hold it or reason with it. One day it would just drop out of the sky and tear down your world…” Such a nameless, terrible thing, all too human, misuses the Da’at techniques of a Witch Doctor, which of course pisses off the questioning… Witch Doctor.

      Maybe the rebels are still asleep because they have yet to discover the shining God and Goddess within themselves of a self-definition Over-Person, some might otherwise symbolically equate with Padmé Amidala and Anakin Skywalker, or Diana Lucifera and the Horned one, etc; but then, they have been hypnotised to see themselves chained to a Metropolis clock, whose Saturn hands are fixed as their New Order fascist God, of an Empire that Never Ended.

      So, if a woman finds herself feeling akin to the Over-Person character of a mythic Padme Amidala, her sought for ‘Animus’ counterpart would then be an Anakin Skywalker, which to indicate that deep down she is probably a rebel. But as a rebel, she would need a cause.

  6. Knowthyself Says:

    A Changling Rebel I may be

    Who knows why their stronghold couldn’t hold me at bay
    Why their strength couldn’t control me away
    Why the drive will not decline or decay
    Without an angel to embrace or save
    Our hope is fused into these stones that hold hundreds (in sway)
    And I choose to stand
    Though I’m bruised and branded
    I refuse the noose that I’m handed
    My eulogy will read:
    “To Hell She’s been and sipped their scorched gin with a sinful grin”
    Oh strange am I
    Strangely eyed to look calm as our worlds collide
    Fools can find shade thinking fate is blind
    Their safety buys stakes for their purpose dies
    Though worthless lives are worth less lives
    My words revive and cry loud for the certain sign
    Till end of days sound and the earth is dry
    So pull me under
    I fear no thunder

    Know thyself.

    Knowledge of oneself is the only real knowledge, for as one understands oneself, only then may one truly understand another.

    “If you do not know yourself, your unconscious as well as conscious states, all your inquiry will be twisted, given a bias. You will have no foundation for thinking which is rational, clear, logical, sane. Your thinking will be according to a certain pattern, formula or set of ideas, but that really is not really thinking. To think clearly, logically, without becoming neurotic, without being “caught” in any form of “illusion”, you have to know this whole process of your own consciousness. Jiddu Krishnamurti

    I wear the mask or archetypes to learn and navigate
    Lessons learned hard and true
    But they are not the “Jewel”
    Maybe there is a better way…
    The Middle Way

    The key

    Then said Almitra, “Speak to us of Love.”
    And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:
    When love beckons to you follow him,
    Though his ways are hard and steep.
    And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
    Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him,
    Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
    For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
    Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
    So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
    He threshes you to make you naked.
    He sifts you to free you from your husks.
    He grinds you to whiteness.
    He kneads you until you are pliant;
    And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.
    All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.
    But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
    Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
    Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
    Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
    Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, I am in the heart of God.”
    And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
    Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
    But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
    To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
    To know the pain of too much tenderness.
    To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
    And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
    To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
    To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
    To return home at eventide with gratitude;
    And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips. – Kahlil Gibran

    May we all find those who thrash us so….

    • FAUSTUS CROW Says:

      Yggdrassil of Sushumna Middle-Way,
      hanging into trance, outside of time,

      sacrificing one’s self to one’s self,
      betwixt Mares, Ida and Pingala; Tao
      Revealed then, of Heart path open, to Sleipnir ride

      Browsing the knife edge
      When to Fear, then, to fall,

      Love, felt, be the bridge over the Da’at abyss, between Moon and Sun,

      Crossing over astral waters deep;
      tuning into the lotus dream,
      leading thence to taste of the Know Thyself Apple core, of a Silver Star jewel beloved

  7. Knowthyself Says:

    I have found inspiration and admiration in thee
    What a lovely surprise for me
    If not lost in the symmetry… geometrically… holographically
    On a lotus sea of infinity
    Serenity I found in thee
    Wanderer of the wastelands I maybe
    For it is in search of thee

    • FAUSTUS CROW Says:

      Love of bigger picture, utopia
      where everyone be smiling;

      seventh heaven, over watched by Venus,
      the ancient Greek to call Aphrodite, inspiring many a poet

      the Sumerian, to a Babylonian to name, Ishtar
      Goddess of Love, but also of War; for love is an Emerald Forest battlefield,

      The sacred wedding of a star born alchemical process
      can be biologically explosive, going supernova

      Beware then of blissful smiles;
      the New-age smile, often fickle, does not tell of what is behind the Seventh Heaven… picture,
      which of poetic paint, is hard, when lovers wrestle over the last melted Rolo

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