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Status response on Savv's profile. Saving it here so I wont lose it.

Savv's status: You can't decipher this. You can't attack my tactics, or block 'em. You can't decipher my plans, you can't recite my mantra. You can't parry my blows, you can't riposte 'em - Savvage Baresark shit...

My Reply: (I wrote some of this last night but today.. more kept comin to me.. I ended up with this ill shit.)

Engarde! So busta's want'ta fence?

Bk'll leave ya limbless! Dare'ta vers'us wit verses?

Ya'cant be serious! Rapier hilt to da helm, now stay out our business!

No dechipherin such sickness, it confounds the witless.

No way to teach sense... not even with a syllabus.

How can ya decrypt this, enigmatic wickedness?

Intelligence is my law, & criminal is ignorance.

I'll speak Greek myths, to perplex an be ambiguous.

Delphi Divinin' signs as this oracle is ubiquitous.

Hephaestus da Blacksmith, forgin rhymes, I'm infamous.

Nicomachus scribed scrolls, just as I write, meticulous.

Zeus didn't know, but I stole the fire from Prometheus.

Come with wine like Dionysus, Hailin from Mt. Olympus.

Call me Helios, shining through a sky, clouded by cirrus.

Radiatin rays to emblaze idiots, turn'em to igneous.

Quick to burn'a bish, meltin they wings like Icarus.

Enchantin as Narcissus, chump I'll take ya mistress.

Got da trick promiscuous, in'a harem'a polygamist.

Cuckold ya weak ass, make ya watch & bare witness.

As Cerberus, I prowl the wilderness, with predatory viciousness.

A Gryphon, swoopin down, on all those conspicuous

Primal rage beast, eattin meat, I'm carnivorous

A Flesh devourer, I make ya grimace, when I strip'em skinless.

In'a poets marathon?... My stamina is endless,

My passion?... ambitiously limitless!

My style?...Vivid stimulus!

With skillz so ridiculous, tha flows go... continuous.

Jus toying with an idea.. didnt come out as brutal as I wanted.. but here it is none the less

A

 

Acknowledge acute academic, attack alliteration.

Accurately attaining arcane adages, affirms admiration

Artistically assembling axioms, animating articulation

Abstain, atone, & absolutely adapt, abiding aspiration

Astonishing astutely asinine's absurd accreditations

Analytical assaults, admitting Anarchy affiliations

Acrid Apocalyptic agony, afflictin' abrupt assimilation

Ablazin asshats admist artillery's aimed annihilation

 

B

 

Besiegin ballistically, blattinly bombardin bustas

Barragin bomb blast, brutally bucklin buttresses

Brandish’in Berettas blastin bullets berating bruthas

Bewilderin bastids, blowin brains, begets butta

 

Besettin brigands, big boss berserk barbarian

Boldly buryin brass bars, braggin'I broke Benjamin

Blitzkrieg’n badass brut, bludgeon boxin beginnin

Beowulf bearing brunts, bashin bare bones, baffles

Built brave, burdenin billions, bloodshed beckons battles

 

C

 

Calvary charge, crusadin campaign, Caesar crackin clavicles

Checkin, Calibratin calibers, conveniently counterin cannibals

Compassionless Chinese cats, callously cook’em crispy & cackle

Coordinate cannon carnage, conquerin cowards, collapsin city capitals

Commencin Coup, capturin combatants, conducted an composed.. classical

Capitulate Chumps, Co-operate, consign civilly compatible

Chanting cadences, chastise chattels, covertin cattle

Clearly configure concise creations, calm'n casual 

Concoctin clever creeds, composed canon's contractual

Conquest Complete, consciously concede, consultin counsel

Conflict concluded, celebrate, & convene cartel council

 

 

Class dismissed, thats one lesson of my A-B-C's

Next up ? Mathematics, Rant has the 1-2-3-s

Then Savv can school ya with somefacts in History 

Lastly Dr drow will enlighten ya on dat street philosophy

 

(Blah, shit isn't easy to do, lol. I had to try it though. Once I get an idea, I see it through no matter how it turns out.)(y)

Ok well... On Friday, Savv posted a blog of rhymes he wrote about the members of tha Brass Knuckle Poets. (cuz he rawks like dat)

So, Saturday I began writing under the same premise, I have nt had an abundance of time for it, but I made due. Needless to say, it got a little out of hand tho. lol In my mind the ideas are clear, but when I start writing it seems to grow like wild fire =D. Soon it turned from a couple verses about each.. into a rant. I did spread myself a lil thin but the overall principle is solid; however, there are DEFINITELY holes in places. Some of the transitions are lacking(to say the least) Generally, I m content with it... for now, if you know me I could refine over and over again for weeks to come. (it is the perfectionist in me) Also, Iv'e read it a number of times, and each part has a flow... er meter-cantor. the first time you read over it It ll probably suck LOL, Be that as it may… I give you:

‘B.K.P.S. - A Master’s Piece’

Sheeple! May I have your attention?! Fall in line, gather 'round now & listen! Imma introduce these men, as I have it written Dictated in name & inclinations for their position These soldiers earned the titles, by displaying discipline Dedicated to the passion of their poetic addiction

(Drow) First, lemme call on Drow, to begin tha rendition Aka Each1 Teach1, but I dubb'em the tactician

Becuz every flow is varied, via acute decisions

Always switchin, & differin styles each mission

Incitin vivid imagery, paintin' pictures to envision

Panoramic degrees, radius spins, like rack an pinions

Quickly finds, & flanks foes, for division

A Strategist, similar to Wu Qi, in my opinion

Analyzes the battle field, a combat mathematician

With Biological weapons that massacres all stricken

Gas’em amid toxic clouds, factions fall sickened

Watch the body count amass into piles of victims

Hear his war drum thump, a vicious beat quickens

Such sadistic methods require these fierce rhythms

Not one to butcher with dull cleavers out'da kitchen

He’s more of a surgeon wit'a scalpel, deliverin incisions

Exact and specific, exhibitin skilled precision

With Gleam of wit, watch cerebral steel glisten

Sharp and on point dealin malicious intentions

Slaughters the pathetic and chuckles in derision

Make the weak rethink their reality’s definition

Bendin light spectrums, like colors through prisms

Professor D. students… surrender ta supervision

Teachin each one ways to escape mental prisons

Time to exercise demons & free hordes of minions

Annoit tha afflicted like Chaplins christen Christians

Emancipate & unshackle da brainwashed millions

A Nemesis of’da opposition, but just John to civilians.

 

(Ant) Secondly, I summon the Spaniard, on the offense

Rant one, rollin Solo, makin his ent'rance

An army of one... Ant, with his own ca'dence

Freedom mantras echo on his advance

The Cries for autonomy resonant in chants

Gilly suit cloaked, camo’ concealed as defense

The Syllable sniper... surveying the expanse

Sportin black frames, spec scopes that enhance

Wind checks low, so.. span and range is immense,

Identifies, then Targets, enemies at a glance

Heart beats, breathes deep, exhales in suspense

Focuses in, commits on’a mark to commence,

Fully aware, attention wholly honed an intense

Steadfast aim, Statuesque like stance

From Garrand to 50 cal. Sharpshoot'in Sav'ant

Dismember foes with 7.62(mm) malevolence

Trigger squeeze. bolt pulled, casing dispensed

Spinal cord severed, no need for forensics

Sound waves, reverberate da’shots resonance

Smirks Guilt free, deliberately, with no pretense

Concentrates callous verses to illicit decad'ence

His bayonet quill.. that impales like’a lance

Artistic marksman, style trained to in’trance

Pen type Rifle, he caresses in romance

Deliverin insights, via rhythmic radiance

Distinctly, he weaves facts to substance

So naturally, blowing minds is subsequent

To feed the essence with sacred susten’ance

Delicious verbiage, scrumptious like succulent

Concoctin edicts, keeps da’feeble subserv’ient

Kowtow & bow now, respect is prevalent

Condemnin da’contemptuous & exiles da’irreverent

Mandatin new commandments, da ma’fuckas benevolent!!

 

(Savv) Next up? Sergeant Savv, of Special operations

A Frisco Militia native… of Irish persuasion,

Rockin green an orange with ‘white’ pigmentation

Known for fierceness, thus… his reputation

Norseman in tha kilt, pride of a new generation

Use to harsh conditions, adjustin for adaptation

A Battle hardened vet with heavy decorations

Silver stars among valor & honor commendations

Covert ops, he's deployed before invasions

Clandestine assignment, his task is infiltration

Expertise in espionage, works best in desolation

Behind Enemy lines for silent penetration

A lone wolf navigates, analyzing constellations

Traverses terrain swiftly, without hesitation

A scout on recon, gatherin vital information

Sent to gain intelligence, conductin surveillance

Records collected data & spies on formations

Verifies all patrols & personnel migrations

Reportin positions of armor & antiair locations

Crackin cryptic codes, findin symbol correlations

Deciphers 2 way conversations & radio translations

Inspect landing zones, pro-paratrooper preparations

All crucial strategic endeavors of future retaliation

Arrangin it logistically for our ‘troupes’ culmination

It’s jus his motus operandi, the perfect application

Savv’s savvy yet ferocious, surpassing expectations

Suave but vicious wit it, from innate inclinations

A poetic chain gun, spitting fiery inundations

Making men cry wit’a a dose of degradation

Chastize ya’ass lyrically then laugh in elation

Like he’s torturing tactically with razor lacerations

A maniac wit a pen, describing methods to amputation

An how he likes the gurglin sounds after decapitations

A psycho projectin verses to torment populations

Like Polpot …a dictator of rhyme, demanding subjugation.


(Marq) So I guess that leaves me...

 

The archetype (Ar'ki'type)

Commanding da Bar'buryin Art-ill'ery, in tha fight Bombarding with shells of soliloquies that ignite Cinders of unrest... anarchy I incite A riot Engineer, I plot for the plight A sapper, destroyin foundations like termites Flood ya crops, by dismantling the dikes Severe tha escape routes, an take res'pite Siege warfare, waitem out at the campsite Hereditary, Nordic clansman, by blood rite I gather tha Scandinavian tribes & unite Under one banner of Vengeance... We requite Razin fortifications and hostiles for spite Send out our berserkers, woad painted with delight Motivated by ancient hate, Oppressors we smite Enraged like a Sunni, dats scrappin wit'a Shiite Proud Highlander warrior, one dat arrives at twilight Comin by torch, and announced by 2 bagpipes The shaman Theologian, bestowin 3rd'eye sight Metaphorically, blessin 4 cripples, upright Philosophically, redefine the wrongs & rights Scribe'in my decrees on 5 tablets, with graphite Divine the future, cast 6 runes for insight Elder Futhark stones, whilst incantations I recite Invoke sacred rituals, burn'a sacrifice for'a fortnight An Alchemist, smoke screen, mixing Acid with Sulfite My Philosopher’s stone, I spit Gold not pyrites Other fools flake like mica, ya mundane and trite Master of Arms, Blacksmith, craftin beautifully, I write Factually, honestly, brutally & forthright I wield the 'mourning' star so they weep in fright Scared to be found, escape underground, from sunlight Unleash the Hounds, Hunt'em down, find their site Raptor Master, Falconer, send my Hawks to flight Cowards, doomed to be revealed, truth uncovers despite Tha facade, or veneer masks, now'dey plead me, contrite Judge, jury, AND executioner, I sign to indict Then petition stocks’n’gallows from my woodwright. The Township’s spectacle, a crowd gathers this night To watch’em hang, excitement flares like cordite String'em up, lett’em fall, see tha noose slip tight. Gaspin faces turn blue… then pale to white Celtic chieftain cursin wit’a plague or blight Pestilence to all rivals, Fear’ dis new age knight.

 

(Conclusion) Hence, Honor these soldiers, be polite & pay homage

Respect and bow now, we may release you from bondage

For the ignorance you reside in, has u hostage

Wandering hungry in the forest, so u resort to for’age

Ya Blinded by plum’age, & lost in the foli’age

Scavengers of the jungle… tryin ta steal some porridge

We da bears wit fangs, now, goldie hear our roar’age

Sharp tongues unsheathed to brandish da word’age

Yet, no need for fear, dig down, seek thy courage

Trust, more heart lies deep… within you in storage

Find tha inner strength to carry ya through this voyage

Rest, treat ya wounds then wrap’em with a band’age

We’da Ranger life guides, best take advant’age

Poets holdin PhDs with degrees, to enlighten the savage

Slice through hypocrites like a katana does cabbage

Easily, we manage each adage, which can liberate or ravage

Wieldin usage of verbiage carefully, to either free or do damage

Damn it! pay attention, We bring the tools for tha masses

Couriers of a message with maps to da passage

We lead the way, as the possessors of know’ledge

Esteemed envoys sent to restore value of language

Repin diverse lineages… from Madrid to Bainbridge

Many leaders were raised, but it took tha village

Blood lines with Historical ties… like wine we’re vintage

The B.K. order came to shock, & leaves a vestige

This is tha company I keep, so consider it a privi’lege.

We jus the… Sages of modern times, who enlighten minds, of others

A Guild of Artistisan-Craftsman, these my fu-brothers

Ingenious and creative, Str8 literary hustla’s…

so I’m not much on quotin another, Since we original and copy cattin’s for suckas

But If I may? allow me conclude on 'St Crispin' cover...

just to refute rebuttals…

We da few, we happy fu’s, we band of… brass knuckles. =D 9-14-09 By MarQ (Archetype)

Response to one of Drow's status's: 'I live my life, full speed, full throttle, wrap my hand around the mic like a bum around a bottle, my philosophy is take a risk, cause its got to be..my way, or the highway, aint no man stoppin me...'
I expounded on afterwards cuz I was feeling it. Imma dub it...
An Ascendant Diagnosis Word, care free?... Ya gotta be, Stop me?... impossibly! Life's too short to live a dichotomy I control, I Lead, ma'fuck a destiny... I'm not a slave or puppet to the powers that be. I decide, & I ll thrive, ... carvin my path to liberty Of self & mind,.. I'm jus MarQ intrinsically Sheep follow feebly, indoctrinated …merely, Blind to these facts, an oblivious to see... They're lacking that ability to peer through clearly The facades and ruses that abound, disingenuously Or even the core of their own weaknesses, emotionally Decipher what dwells deep down subconsciously With no knowledge of self, it’s just a cycle of misery Isn't it a damn shame… it’s the majority's mentality? This Soul sickness of the masses… apparently For my analysis is dire, if I diagnose it medically. Eyes are fix & dilated, in a trance hypnotically No reflex or heart beat in this shell, obviously It’ll take I.v.’s of brutal truth, an a smack daily To lull the rabble out of their sense of complacency So that is my assessment,..diagnostically I analyze everything…. That’s just me essentially I break it down intricately, for my own mind’s mastery But hey, dat's only one opinion.. Pay no heed to me! Im just some fool, speaking his mind freely … Through poetry.

Ant the Rants Response: Today I'm your Shepard filled with sorrow, Tomorrow, I'm your Predator who kills to swallow, Now, or Never, Steal, Beg, Build, or Borrow, Whatever it is that makes you feel you can fill the hallow, Before I cut off the strings that you follow... blindly, unwinding, and intertwining, your underlined whining, mixed in with your daily finding, throughout your daily grinding, trying, to mask the lack of depth of your exposed inner-lining, you see, I found these special plastic frames, to help me see, right-through plastic thangs, make a few jokes, on how it all has to change, while I secretly expose those for actin strange, I'm still guna act the just same, sit back and maintain, relax and remain with my syntax refrained,my tact explained, cos THEY LIVE to be entertained, OBEY on their billboard frame, they might look different, but their minds are all the same... My team don't feel sorry for you boo-boo brains... BKPS up, and against the grain...
Slavery Incorporated In this rendition, I fight submission With every fiber of my being Hell no, I won’t listen or succumb to a submissive By the power that you’re welding You are not superior, this is purely circumstantial Just lucky you do not suffer these financial Bills & debts that plague us meager Yet we are stronger, & you are weaker Cause, if we switched places, you would just die Oh dear god I can’t live on 225.00 Praying on your knees you would rave & writhe Have a pity party & commit suicide So ashamed that you fell from the upper classes Dying a poor self-righteous pompous bastard I’d even engrave that in your tombstone Jus to announce & make known To future generations so they can all see That you sir were the epitome of the gluttonous & greedy Yea me?I found myself falling into that same abyss But I saved myself from joining you prick It was when my constitution was weak & my morale was low This blaze of passion was subsiding so I caught myself before conforming & buying into the plan Of the bloody trickle down economics of our dear Uncle Sam Started having glorified thoughts of greed & grandeur Pondered filling my voids with materials I pandered To a market of selling souls for contemptible cost Into a mire of the feeble the blind and the lost Yet, now again, my fire is raging, but it was dwindling faster As I was whipped into compliance by my corporate masters Then suddenly, an epiphany hit, Man I ‘m so sick of this shit I can’t just lay down & die I have to pick myself up, & dust off, to try To break the grip of these sorry asses Those who race rats just to see which is fastest Cause I am no mouse & I wont chase My tail in circles waiting for a taste Of your insufficient funds to cop, I punctually punch in at the clock I’m never late, & only get 2 short breaks Yes, my hours per week, equals my time in slavery Can I just get a decent job, hmm well maybe? It depends, if I dance monkey dance Then I, might stand a chance If I, kiss enough ass in this ego romance Just to make them feel great & befall to their mate Like what they like, & resolve to be fake & Then one day I’d awake & realize I’m what I hate A puppet to propaganda that corporations create & I’ll bet the brown nosed mice do, get far in this world While the prideful animals like me, are dismissed & hurled Into the defective quarantine, of the hopeless cases Of us few who reject the indoctrination of this system basis But now this program has a virus & its about to crash Overloaded by the analysis I’ve spit out so fast So lets reformat this hard drive of outdated software… An erect an updated vision unparalleled
Intellectual Barrage Click Play In The Center^^ Intellectual Barrage This is a poem, just for the Hel of it. To singe your minds, just for the smell of it. Perplexing intellects dispensing perpetual rhetoric. Just'a torture pedophiles, who claim they’ve been celibate. Unlocking doors to enlightened perceptions, And shooting down absurd claims, with poetic conceptions. Nah there's no one point to make, cuz everything is relevant. In this soliloquy, with passion, I tell it. I’ll defy all reason, just to watch contempt rise Then rectify each verse in a cryptic disguise Encode my blasphemous notions in long lost scripts Just to twist revered doctrines with my wit Incite battalions to war solely by my will An alter your reality from what you thought was real Redefining views with my razor sharp tongue While femmes are seduced now… just for fun. Hurling blunt renditions into outer worlds, Invoking western winds, keeps my flags unfurled. Banishing zealous fanatics to the moons of Venus Along with those measuring their merit by the size of their penis I chastise promiscuity & destructive habits Ladies.. You give it away too easy; make us work to stab it See, I reside on the pinnacle of the highest peak Peering down on the pettiness of the weak Minded individuals, so oblivious to the obvious Ill lay hands to your third eye, this I promise Just to lift the curse that has blinded your mind Now prepare for your quest, you have yourself to find. And I’ll meet you back here in this land of dreams, At the altar of poets, as the full moon beams. Copyright ©2005 S M Hall All rights Reserved
Fu Poetry... A Message To My Haters And the shallow... The Drama Queens and Point/Attention Whores This goes out to all my haters... The two faced fuckers & the shallow imitators, You think these Drama queens & cam whores mean what they say? Its just their method to be noticed... For their own ego's Sake Coming online just for shits & giggles, Mind fucks, & wastes of time, I should have figured... You are merely hams for the cam... How you love to be seen Str8^ Chat hoz & attention fiends It's like a video game to you... u don't give a fuck, Cuz you'll just make it go away with one click or touch. How sad & pathetic that you're so fake, You'd rather hide your face... Than to be put in your place Well, I've had enough now, I detest your ways & this web of deceit that has spawned my rage This is my coming, call me karmas messenger, I am sorting out the frauds... No disrespect to the rest of ya. But my disappointment in humanity has been growing all the while, As I add former lovers an friends to the pile & the mound is growing to huge proportions Of back stabbers, liars & emotional orphans Tell me this... U cant like what you are!? With no substance or depth, falling so far from the bar I pity you .... You are so pathetic. I wish their were enough like me to make you regret it But, Most are like you so there is no justice. I guess I'm one of the few surrounded by suckas Ill just remain real an on my noble path, While I sit back, relax, watch & laugh, Enjoying the show... You are now my circus, Seen as merely entertainment.. or otherwise ...worthless
This blog expounds on the philosophy and psychology behind my screen name. Some have asked what it is, or why I chose it, so this should be more than enough insight for those that are curious… Archetypes also relate, in some ways, to another blog I posted about Jungian personality types. It delves in to My Personality Analysis, along with the link to take the test yourself. ^^^Click Underlined Link to View... My favorite song… 46 & 2 by Tool. It speaks of transcending ‘the shadow self’ archetype and moving closer to evolving, or the ultimate growth… much akin to achieving enlightenment. When I chose the name a few years back, it wasn't because of any one particular definition, but rather an amalgamation of them all... to represent a vast symbolic meaning. I've used it on Stickam and various other sites prior to this. Here on Fubar, I have not used it before, only my name & Marqus Arealist (Paronomasia on the Roman emperor Marcus Aurelius, obviously ;) Archetype was never intended to be precieved arrogantly. In my Zen approach to life, I believe we can influence ourselves for greater good or ills. A positive mind frame and this title would ensure that I strive, myself, to live up to the bar in which I set. I think it, therefore I am (or aspire to be) Manifest destiny, if you will. With that said, lets explore the meanings and reason I have taken it as my screen name... Archetype Defined: 1.An original model or type after which other similar things are patterned; a prototype: 2. An ideal example of a type; quintessence: "The perfect example of." 3. In Jungian psychology, an inherited pattern of thought or symbolic imagery derived from the past collective experience and present in the individual subconscious. derivatives: aŕche•tyṕal, adjective, aŕche•tyṕi•cal•ly, Usage Note: The ch in archetype, and in other English words of Greek origin such as architect and chorus, represents a transliteration of Greek X (chi), and is usually pronounced like (k). Synonyms: Father, Master, Original, Protoplast, Prototype Jungian Archetypes The term "archetype" applies only indirectly to the "representations collectives," [universal, primordial symbols] since it designates only those psychic contents which have not yet been submitted to conscious elaboration and are therefore an immediate datum of psychic experience. ... Especially on the higher levels of esoteric teaching the archetypes appear in a form that reveals quite unmistakably the critical and evaluating influence of conscious elaboration. Their immediate manifestation, as we encounter it in dreams and visions, is much more individual, less understandable, and more naive than in myths, for example. The archetype is essentially an unconscious content that is altered by becoming conscious and by being perceived, and manifests from the individual consciousness in which it happens to appear. The concept of psychological archetypes was advanced by the Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung, c. 1919. In Jung's psychological framework archetypes are innate, universal prototypes for ideas and may be used to interpret observations. A group of memories and interpretations associated with an archetype is a complex,. Jung treated the archetypes as psychological organs, analogous to physical ones in that both are morphological constructs that arose through evolution. The origins of the archetypal hypothesis date back as far as Plato. Jung himself compared archetypes to Platonic ideas. Plato's ideas were pure mental forms that were imprinted in the ‘soul’ before it was born into the world. They were collective in the sense that they embodied the fundamental characteristics of a thing rather than its specific peculiarities. Jung outlined four main archetypes The Self The regulating center of the psyche and facilitator of individuation The ultimate pattern is the Self. For Jung this is the God image. Human self and divine self are incapable of distinction. All is Spirit. Images of Spirit abound. Wind and breath being two very common ones. This is an archetypal drama of the Self. Galahad achieving the Grail and ascending with it to Heaven is an archetypal drama of Self. Lancelot's failure to achieve the Grail speaks of his failure to achieve the final discovery of Self. Chariots and cars point in this direction. Enoch is taken up in a chariot of fire. ‘Consider a symphony orchestra performance; the Self can be thought of as the conductor and the musicians coming together in an effort to extract the best music from the best talents; whereas the ego is the orchestra's manager who makes the humble but necessary decisions about bookings and tickets, hotels and transportation and meals. The manager is obviously not the music, and it would be catastrophic to confuse the manager's role with that of the conductor, but without the manager's services, the orchestra doesn't play.’ ~Jungian analyst Irene Gad~ The Shadow The opposite of the egocentric image, often containing qualities that the ego does not identify with but possesses nonetheless The Shadow is the personification of that part of humans, psychic possibility that we deny in ourselves and project onto others. The goal of personality integration is to integrate the rejected, inferior side of our life into our total experience and to take responsibility for it. This is the potential of experiencing the unconscious side of our unique personalities. As we move deeper into the dark side of our personality personal, identity begins to dissolve into "latent dispositions" common to all men. We experience the chaos which indicates that we are drawing close to the material structure of psychic life. This "Other Side" may be manifested in a wealth of images. The Shadow is the easiest of the archetypes for most persons to experience. We tend to see it in "others." That is to say, we project our dark side onto others and thus interpret them as "enemies" or as "exotic" presences that fascinate. We see the Shadow everywhere in popular culture. He is Batman.. We see it in popular prejudice as well. We "imagine" that the Black Man is our enemy; that Communists are devils. We incline towards Hawaii as the "land of paradise." We accept people uncritically if we perceive them as "Fair Haired." Of course, Satan is the great Shadow image of popular religion. Jung on the feminine archetype or Anima The Anima The feminine image in a man's psyche or: The Animus The masculine image in a woman's psyche. The most prevalent potential patterning is that of the Soul (Anima is the male name for soul; Animus is the female name for soul). Here we meet our inner opposite. Males meet their Anima; females their Animus. The Anima may appear as an exotic dancing girl or a weathered old hag--the form generally reflects either the condition or the needs of our soul presently. Remember the wicked witch encountered by Hansel and Gretel. The Animus may appear as an exotic, sensual, young man or as an old grouch. A part of our persona is the role of male or female we must play. For most people that role is determined by their physical gender. But Jung, like Freud and Adler and others, felt that we are all really bisexual in nature. When we begin our lives as fetuses, we have undifferentiated sex organs that only gradually, under the influence of hormones, become male or female. Likewise, when we begin our social lives as infants, we are neither male nor female in the social sense. Almost immediately -- as soon as those pink or blue booties go on -- we come under the influence of society, which gradually molds us into men and women. In all societies, the expectations placed on men and women differ, usually based on our different roles in reproduction, but often involving many details that are purely traditional. In our society today, we still have many remnants of these traditional expectations. Women are still expected to be more nurturing and less aggressive; men are still expected to be strong and to ignore the emotional side of life. But Jung felt these expectations meant that we had developed only half of our potential. The anima is the female aspect present in the collective unconscious of men, and the animus is the male aspect present in the collective unconscious of women. Together, they are referred to as Syzygy. The anima may be personified as a young girl, very spontaneous and intuitive, or as a witch, or as the earth mother. It is likely to be associated with deep emotionality and the force of life itself. The animus may be personified as a wise old man, a sorcerer, or often a number of males, and tends to be logical, often rationalistic, even argumentative. The anima or animus is the archetype through which you communicate with the collective unconscious generally, and it is important to get into touch with it. It is also the archetype that is responsible for much of our love life: We are, as an ancient Greek myth suggests, always looking for our other half, the half that the Gods took from us, in members of the opposite sex. When we fall in love at first sight, then we have found someone that "fills" our anima or animus archetype particularly well! The Persona How we present to the world, usually protects the Ego from negative images. The persona represents your public image. The word is, obviously, related to the word person and personality, and comes from a Latin word for mask. So the persona is the mask you put on before you show yourself to the outside world. Although it begins as an archetype, by the time we are finished realizing it, it is the part of us most distant from the collective unconscious. At its best, it is just the "good impression" we all wish to present as we fill the roles society requires of us. But, of course, it can also be the "false impression" we use to manipulate people's opinions and behaviors. And, at its worst, it can be mistaken, even by ourselves, for our true nature: Sometimes we believe we really are what we pretend to be. Related Videos: Professor explains the philosophy and psychology behind archetypes. Part 2 of a Jung documentary, begins with archetype examples, etc. Although the number of archetypes is limitless, there are a few particularly notable, recurring archetypal images, E.g.: Sky father - Earth mother Angel - Savior Demon - The Trickster The Maiden - The Great Mother – The Crone The Virgin - The Temptress - The Witch The Young Boy – The Man - The Wise Old Man Knight - Warrior - Hero - The Lover – Seeker Sage – Monk – Mentor – Wizard/Magician Professor - Psychiatrist - Mad Scientist The Outcast - Jester - Fool Consider in your mind the vision you have when you think of any of the words above. I.e. Merlin would be an archetype for a Wizard, wise man, etc. Or, there are even archetypal ideals, e.g.: Initiation - Rites of passage The Journey - The Quest The Origin - Death/Rebirth The Cosmic Tree/ Tree of life - The Garden The Seasons - Winds - Elements The Pit - The Tower The Underworld - ‘Heaven’ Damnation - Eternal Afterlife This was merely a breif overview of the basics pretaining to The Jungian Psychology and philosophies. If you care to research further, here are the best... Relative Links Jung.Org The Washington Society for Jungian Psychology Capt.Org Center for Applications of Psychological Types *Click Underlined Links Above* Thank You for your time and interest, Love & Light; MarQ
To & inspired by my former slave I, Master *Part II My heart aches from these needs Longing to touch... taste, & feed Your essence beckons... set it free This desire to own... it's the Master in me Soft yet firm...That's My duality Two Old souls met in serendipity But, such is karma... it is the way of things Earned from past trails, this... our reward it seems You complete me, soothing primal desires An I'll keep you warm by my Dominant fire I revel in your service & bask in your submission My sweet slave fulfills her Sir's amibitons Hence, I guide us to Bliss... Love, Lust, & Pleasure A Divine Exchange beyond, most minds' measure For even to me... its hard to conceive So how could another fathom or believe All the ways we suit and sate each other A bless'ed union bound by the trust in one another And by the knowledge that none could replace the void that we fill, in that once empty space It Dwells down deep, few can understand When the role of a woman meets the instincts of man That perfect union... a sacred balance. Dictated by nature... kept in the silence Like we both represent each side of a secret An together we see, meet & complete it Through our unison.. an ancient prophecy manifest No, not from an Oracle.. but by this heart confessed By S.M.Hall (MarQ) 09~28~07
Ok, well this isn't for everyone. It was inspired by a few people.. dedicated to mainly two. At any rate, I hope you enjoy... I may add the video voice over later The Master, Mentors. (Clears throat, and hones voice's serious tone) You ache, you beg, you’ve plead to be freed, From those troubles, woes, & insecurities. Hush .. lend your ear… Now, listen to Me, As I explain the methods to sate your needs. Take My hand, I ll lead, down the path to liberty Yet you must follow, obey, and trust Me to see. Relax, let go… meditate… breathe. Purge the mind, be cleansed… if you desire to achieve. You’ve sought my guidance, Well, here it is… so, try this. Your way hasn’t worked, Time to reflect and be silent… First, plunder your subconscious for internal realizations… (Now transition) To singularly weeding through your existing aberrations… (For transmutation) Then excavate those roots of entrenched implications… (Evoking transfiguration) Discarding to the winds, that rabble of, expressed indignations… And transcend it… Yes, realize it, don’t deny it Now, adapt it and apply it Integrate the self to shadow To overcome and defy it… This the greatest lesson that I can impart. Know thy self, ego, soul, and heart. Confessed, excavated, and purged pure, Consecrated, accepted… Tempered & forged. This is the way I rebuild, it’s meant to endure, Heed my words & implement it, at your core. Go now; take with you what I’ve bestowed, Your dark path enlightened by My wisdom & code. Reflect Me well & let it show , My ability to Mentor, so that all may know. Written by: Archetype (MarQ) 8~07~09 Copyrighted 2009
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