Sunday 2 October 2016

Tom Hanks Accredits the Memes - Philadelphia (1994)



Philadelphia is the (vaguely True) story of a gay man who got wrongfully dismissed and fired from his law firm (he says) because he had AIDS - who didn't have AIDS when they fired him.

He had Karposi Sarcoma. Which is not AIDS. It's a skin cancer 



For America's most trusted leading man Tom Hanks' seminal first Oscar-winning performance as a corporate lawyer, struggling to win back his peer group respect and dignity and triumph in a wrongful dismissal suit brought against his old firm's senior partners before succumbing to terminal AIDS, Hanks' iconic and breakthrough performance still to this day stands as a significant waymarker in the forging of the landscape of our present-day popular culture.

It was a true watershed moment that firmly redefined, or obliterated numerous long-standing dramatic conventions, gathered up existing clichés and stereotypes by the armful to flush them all straight down the toilet and challenged nearly everything the audience thought they knew about various strange, marginal groups we had (most of us) only been dimly aware of in society, and certain concepts which we had all been culturally conditioned to recoil from in visceral fear and panic, whilst imparting reassuringly definitive public health information, without ever talking down to audience, condescending to them, or making an appeal to basest reactions of the lowest common denominators within the society.






“There are times, however, and this is one of them, when even being right feels wrong. 

What do you say, for instance, about a generation that has been taught that rain is poison and sex is death? 

If making love might be fatal and if a cool spring breeze on any summer afternoon can turn a crystal blue lake into a puddle of black poison right in front of your eyes, there is not much left except TV and relentless masturbation. It's a strange world. 

Some people get rich and others eat shit and die.” 

― Hunter S. Thompson, Generation of Swine: Tales of Shame and Degradation in the '80's

Joe Miller: 
Have you ever felt discriminated against at Wyatt Wheeler?

Anthea Burton: 
Well, yes.

Joe Miller: 
In what way?

Anthea Burton: Well, Mr. Wheeler's secretary, Lydia, said that Mr. Wheeler had a problem with my earrings.


Joe Miller: 
Really?

Anthea Burton: 
Apparently Mr. Wheeler felt that they were too..."Ethnic" is the word she used. And she told me that he said that he would like it if I wore something a little less garish, a little smaller, and more "American."

Joe Miller: 
What'd you say?

Anthea Burton: 
I said my earrings are American. They're African-American.



“More than a medical scientific problem, AIDS is a sociopolitical imposition.”

Dr. Jonathan Mann, 
Former World Health Organisation AIDS Czar

Being gay, even during the Moral Panic on the early AIDS Crisis (which was entirely created by gay men in the gay press, desperate to scare The Straights in Congress into getting some funding for treatment and/or a cure) is not like being discriminated against, up to and including the point of being lynched because you are Black in America -

Furthermore AIDS is not a gay problem - despite the gay community having been totally and completely duped into accepting a disease as an aspect of their personal and individual identity.

A disease - with Civil Rights. 
Including the implicit Right to Privacy.

It is  a sociopolitical imposition.”

Liberal Hollywood elites want to tell you that being Black in America is the same as having a disease :-

IT IS NOT.

PUBLIC HEALTH POLICY IS NOT "DISCRIMINATION"

If HIV-AIDS is a communicable disease (which everyone, including me, at the time assumed that it was, and I no longer believe it is), it has to be reportable, so you know the scale of the problem if you want to control it.

So you know if you have an epidemic, a pandemic or none of the above on your hands - so you can allocate enough funding and resources to stop it spreading, contain it, adequately treat and and cure it.

This is ESSENTIAL.

Gonnorra is reportable.

Vineral Disease is reportable.

Genital Warts are reportable.

Dysantry is reportable.

Hepatitis-A, B and C are all reportable.

Legionaires Disease is reportable

Ebola is damn well reportable.

Zika Virus virus is reportable.


HIV-AIDS was made explicitly non-reportable in California (where most of the cases in the US and indeed the Western World were at that time) for reasons of privacy - because it might imply that someone reporting HIV positvity was a practicing homosexual.

Making Gonnorra, VD or Warts reportable does not risk implying that anyone contracting such a disease may be a sailor or a habitual and incautious patron of street prostitutes by their Doctor reporting their case to the Centre for Disease Control.

The Centre for Disease Control HAS to know these things - for the purposes of controlling communicable diseases, and correctly identifying  the existence and epidemiology of any new infection.

Saturday 1 October 2016

Prana, Clay and Spit

I am not the god of your fathers. 
I am the hidden stone and break all hearts. 
Break open your own heart. 
Come from below. 
Rise unto the heights, descend again with knowledge. 

You must return below.




Genesis 2:7

"And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul."








Meaning, that he must have had to spit into his hand to work the dust info clay or mud.

Much like the Golem of Prague.






"The Chinese call it chi, the Polynesians mana, the Amerindians orenda, and the ancient Germans od. 

It is an all-pervasive 'organic' energy."





Friday 30 September 2016

The Shadow Knows...


I saved your life - it now belongs to ME..!

Sacre Coeur



APPENDIX CHETH: HAGBARD'S ABDICATION
Readers who do not understand the scene in which Hagbard abdicates in favor of Miss Portinari should take heart. 

Once they do understand it, they will understand most of the mysteries of all schools of mysticism.





The Rite of Shiva, as performed by Joe Malik during the SSS Black Mass, contains the central secret of all magick, very explicitly, yet most people can reread that section a dozen, or a hundred times, and never understand what the secret is. 

For instance, Miss Portinari was a typical Catholic girl in every way— except for an unusual tendency to take Catholicism seriously— until she began menstruating and performing spiritual meditations every day.* 

One morning, during her meditation period, she visualized the Sacred Heart of Jesus with unusual clarity; immediately another image, distinctly shocking to her, came to mind with equal vividness. She recounted this experience to her confessor the next Saturday, and he warned her, gravely, that meditation was not healthy for a young girl, unless she intended to take the oath of seclusion and enter a convent. She had no intention of doing that, but rebelliously (and guiltily) continued her meditations anyway. The disturbing second image persisted whenever she thought of the Sacred Heart; she began to suspect that this was sent by the Devil to distract her from meditation. 

* These two signs of growth often appear at the same time, being DNA-triggered openings of the fourth neural circuit. 

One weekend, when she was home from convent school on vacation, her parents decided she was the right age to be introduced to Roman society. (Actually, they, like most well-off Italian families, had already chosen which daughter would be given to the church— and it wasn't her. Hence, this early introduction to la dolce vita.) One of the outstanding ornaments of Rome at that time was the "eccentric international businessman" Mr. Hagbard Celine, and he was at the party to which Miss Portinari was taken that evening. 

It was around eleven, and she had consumed perhaps a little too much Piper Heidseck, when she happened to find herself standing near a small group who were listening raptly to a story the strange Celine was telling. Miss Portinari wondered what this creature might be saying—he was reputedly even more cynical and materialistic than other international money-grubbers, and Miss Portinari was, at that time, the kind of conservative Catholic idealist who finds capitalists even more dreadful than socialists. She idly tuned in on his words; he was talking English, but she understood that language adequately. 

" 'Son, son,'" Hagbbard recited, " 'with two beautiful women throwing themselves at you, why are you sitting alone in your room jacking off?'" 

Miss Portinari blushed furiously and drank some more champagne to conceal it. She hated the man already, knowing that she would surrender her virginity to him at the earliest opportunity; of such complexities are intellectual Catholic adolescents capable. 

"And the boy replied," Hagbard went on, " 'I guess you just answered your own question, Ma.' " 

There was a shocked silence. 

"The case is quite typical," Hagbard added blandly, obviously finished. "Professor Freud recounts even more startling family dramas." 

"I don't see ..." a celebrated French auto racer began, frowning. Then he smiled. "Oh," he said, "was the boy an American?" 

Miss Portinari left the group perhaps a bit too hurriedly (she felt a few eyes following her) and quickly refilled her champagne glass. 

A half-hour later she was standing on the veranda, trying to clear her head in the night air, when a shadow moved near her and Celine appeared amid a cloud of cigar smoke.

 "The moon has a fat jaw tonight," he said in Italian. "Looks like somebody punched her in the mouth." 

"Are you a poet in addition to your other accomplishments?" she asked coolly. "That sounds as if it might be American verse." 

He laughed— a clear peal, like a stallion whinnying. "Quite so," he said. "I just came from Rapallo, where I was talking to America's major poet of this century. How old are you?" he asked suddenly. 

"Almost sixteen," she said fumbling the words. 

"Almost fifteen," he corrected ungallantly. 

"If it's any affair of yours—

"It might be," he replied easily. "I need a girl your age for something I have in mind.

"I can imagine. Something foul.

He stepped further out of the shadows and closer. "Child," he said, "are you religious?

"I suppose you regard that as old-fashioned," she replied, imagining his mouth on her breast and thinking of paintings of Mary nursing the Infant. 

"At this point in history," he said simply, "it's the only thing that isn't old-fashioned. What was your birthdate? Never mind— you must be a Virgo.

"I am," she said. (His teeth would bite her nipple, but very gently. He would know enough to do that.) "But that is superstition, not religion." 

"I wish I could draw a precise line between religion, superstition, and science." He smiled. "I find that they keep running together. You are Catholic, of course?

His persistence was maddening. "I am too proud to believe an absurdity, and therefore I am not a Protestant," she replied— immediately fearing that he would recognize the plagiarism. 

"What symbol means the most to you?" he asked, with the blandness of a prosecuting attorney setting a trap. 

"The cross," she said quickly. She didn't want him to know the truth. 

"No." He again corrected her ungallantly. "The Sacred Heart.

Then she knew he was of Satan's party. "I must go," she said. 

"Meditate further on the Sacred Heart," he said, his eyes blazing like a hypnotist's (a cornball gimmick, he was thinking privately, but it might work). 

"Meditate on it deeply, child. You will find in it the essential of Catholicism — and the essential of all other religion." 

"I think you are mad," she responded, leaving the veranda with undignified haste. 

But two weeks later, during her morning meditation, she suddenly understood the Sacred Heart. At lunchtime she disappeared—leaving behind a note to the Mother Superior of the convent school and another note for her parents— and went in search of Hagbard. She had even more potential than he realized, and (as elsewhere recorded) within two years he abdicated in her favor. They never became lovers.

*They were quite good friends, though, and he did fuck her occasionally. 

We Sacrifice



777 "The Sacrifice Of Victor" 777

What is sacrifice?
(We s... we s... we s... we sacrifice)

NPG in mass attack, Sonny, please.

(We Sacrifice)

Church if u will, please turn 2 the book of Victor (We s, We s)
We like 2 start at the top if u don't mind

(We Sacrifice)
(Don't say it, preacher)

I was born on a blood stained table
Cord wrapped around my neck
Epilectic 'til the age of 7
I was sure heaven marked the deck

(We Sacrifice)
I know joy lives 'round the corner
{Joy for sale down on the corner} 
(We Sacrifice)

One day I'll visit her I'm gonna
{Out on my block I'm just a loner} 
(We Sacrifice)
When she tell me everything {tell me}
That's when the angels sing {Sacrifice}
That's when the victory is sho 'nuff {sho 'nuff down with the Sacrifice}
(We Sacrifice)
(Help me!)
(Don't say it, preacher!)

Mama held up her baby 4 protection
From a man with a strap in his hand
Ask the Victor 'bout pain and rejection
U think he don't when he do understand

(We Sacrifice)
I know joy lives 'round the corner
{Joy for sale down on the corner} 
(We Sacrifice)
One day I'll visit her I'm gonna
{Out on my block I'm just a loner} 
(We Sacrifice)
When she tell me everything {tell me}
That's when the angels sing {Sacrifice}
That's when the victory is sho 'nuff {sho 'nuff down with the Sacrifice}
(We Sacrifice)
(Help Me)
{S.A.C.R.I.F.I.C.E}
(we-we-we sacrifice)
(Don't say it preacher)
(sac-sacrifice)
(we-we-we sacrifice)

(we-we-we sacrifice)
(sacrifice... if u turn the page)
(Don't say it, preacher)

1967 in a bus marked public schools
Rode me and a group of unsuspecting political tools
Our parents wondered what it was like 2 have another color near
So they put their babies together 2 eliminate the fear
We sacrifice yes we did
Fighting one another, (we sacrifice) (don't say it preacher)
All because of color
The angel of hate - she taught me how 2 kick her
If she called me anything but Victor (u mean like nigger?)
If the only thing that tells me is father time
Then sacrifice is the mutha sublime - we love it

Listen mutha - we sacrifice

(don't... don't... don't say it preacher)

(we sacrifice)

(Well, well, well, well)

(What is sacrifice?)

Hold yo' text, deacon

Never understood my old friends laughing
They got high when everything else got wrong (pass the booze up here)
Dr. King was killed and the streets
They started burnin'
When the smoke was cleared, their high was gone
Education got important, so important 2 Victor
A little more important than ripple and weed
Bernadette's a lady, and she told me (what she say?)
"Whatever u do son, a little discipline is what u need,
Is what u need, u need to sacrifice"

(we sacrifice)
I know joy lives 'round the corner
{Joy for sale down on the corner} (we sacrifice)
One day I'll visit her I'm gonna
{Out on my block I'm just a loner} (we sacrifice)
When she tell me everything {tell me}
That's when the angels sing {sacrifice}
That's when the victory is sho 'nuff {sho 'nuff down with the sacrifice}
(we sacrifice)

(what is sacrifice?)
(we sacrifice)

{S.A.C.R.I.F.I.C.E}
(we sacrifice) (joy around the corner)
Hey Wendy, how come we... (we sacrifice)
'scuse me y'all (we sacrifice)
We don't don't mean 2 take up yo time (joy around the corner)
But we got something
Heavy on our minds (we sacrifice)
Yes, we do (we sacrifice)
Sometimes, u gotta leave the one u love
Somebody, anybody, everybody wave your hand
Around the corner, there's another sacrifice (joy around the corner)
But u got 2 do the best u can y'all (we sacrifice)
Say u got 2 go through it (go through it)
U got 2 go through it all (go through it all)
High glory, yeah
Sell it, don't tell it, don't tell me (joy around the corner)
...nice at my feet

Lord I might get tired,
But I, I've got 2 keep on (we sacrifice)
Walkin' down this road, (we sacrifice)
Keep on walkin' down this road (joy around the corner)
When I reach my destination (we sacrifice)

My name will be Victor

Amen


777 "The Sacrifice Of Victor" 777

We Sacrifice.
We Sacrifice.
We Sacrifice.
We Sacrifice


We Sacrifice

We Sacrifice.
We Sacrifice.




Very few readers of the Golden Bough have pierced Sir Prof. Dr. Frazer's veil of euphemism and surmised the exact method used by Isis in restoring life to Osiris, although this is shown quite clearly Left-hand Pentagram Right-hand Pentagram (two horns exalted) (one horn exalted) in extant Egyptian frescoes. Those who are acquainted with this simple technique of resurrecting the dead (which is at least partially successful in all cases and totally successful in most) will have no trouble in skrying the esoteric connotations of the Sacred Chao— or of the Taoist yin-yang or the astrological sign of cancer. 

The method almost completely reverses that of the pentagrams, right or left, and it can even be said that in a certain sense it was not Osiris himself but his brother, Set, symbolically understood, who was the object of Isis's magical workings. 

In every case, without exception, a magical or mystical symbol always refers to one of the very few * variations of the same, very special variety of human sacrifice: the "one eye opening" or the "one hand clapping"; and this sacrifice cannot be partial— it must culminate in death if it is to be efficacious. 

The literalmindedness of the Saures, in the novel, caused them to become a menace to life on earth; the reader should bear this in mind. The sacrifice is not simple. It is a species of cowardice, epidemic in Anglo- Saxon nations for more than three centuries, which causes most who seek success in this field to stop short before the death of the victim. Anything less than death—that is, complete oblivion—simply will not work.** 

(One will find more clarity on this crucial point in the poetry of John Donne than in most treatises alleging to explain the secrets of magick.) 

* Fewer than seventy, according to a classical enumeration. 

** The magician must always identify fully with the victim, and share every agonized contortion to the utmost. Any attitude of standing aside and watching, as in a theatrical performance, or any intellectualization during the moments when the sword is doing its brutal but necessary work, or any squeamishness or guilt or revulsion, creates the twomindedness against which Hagbard so vehemently warns in Never Whistle While You're Pissing. 

In a sense, only the mind dies. 




A. YIN-YANG; B. SACRED CHAD; c. OUROBOROS, THE SERPENT EATING ITS OWN TAIL; D. ASTROLOGICAL SIGN OF CANCER; E. SWASTIKA; F. ROMAN CATHOLIC SACRED HEART; G. HEXAGRAM. 

The symbolism of the swastika is quite adequately explained in Wilhelm Reich's Mass Psychology of Fascism. 

Ouroboros, the serpent eating its own tail, is chiefly emblematic of the Mass of the Holy Ghost.* 
* See Israel Regardie, The Tree of Life. 




The Roman Catholic symbolism of the Sacred Heart is strikingly overt, especially to readers of Frazer and Payne-Knight. In essence, it is the same notion conveyed by the cartoonist's conventional rendering of Cupid shooting his arrow into a red pulsating heart. 

This is the basic meaning of the Dying God and the Resurrection. The identification of Christ with the pelican who stabs its own heart with its beak (to feed its young) is an analogous rendering of the same motif. We repeat that it was only because the Saure family so misread these simple symbols that they became cruel and sadistic. In essence, then, the basic symbols, of magic, mythology, and religion—whether Eastern or Western, ancient or modern, "right-hand" or "left-hand"—are so simple that only the pernicious habit of looking for alleged "profundities" and "mysteries" prevents people from automatically understanding them almost without thinking. The meaning of the hexagram— the female equivalent of the male pentagram— was explicated by Freud himself, but most students, convinced that the answer could not be so elementary and down -to-earth, continue to look into the clouds. The same principles apply to written symbols. 

The all-important name YOD HE VAU HE, for instance, has traditionally been scanned in various ways, of which the most significant correlations are given in the following table: 


The traditional lion-man-eagle-bull symbolism also fits this table,* as do Joyce's Four Old Men in Finnegans Wake;** it can also be found in the Aztec codices and Buddhist mandalas. 

* YOD, the fiery father, is the lion (fire-sign); HE, the watery mother, is man as humanity; VAU, the air spirit, is eagle; final HE, earth, is bull. 

** Marcus Lyons (i.e., the lion) is the fiery father; Matt Gregory (i.e., the ego) is the watery mother; John McDougall (i.e., eagle) is the airy son; Luke Tarpey (taur, the bull) is the earthy daughter.

The essential and original meaning, of course, is a program for a ritual, and the ritual is magick. The four letters are simply the four beats in Wilhelm Reich's formula: muscular tension --> electrical charge --> electrical discharge --> muscular relaxation. In short, as Freud once noted, every sexual act involves, at a minimum, four parties. The father and son provide a "fist" and a "nail"; the mother YOD HE VAU HE 

True meaning of the Hebrew Letters Fist (or spermatazoon) Window Nail Window Traditional Magick code Father Mother Son Daughter Tarot suit Wands Cups Swords Pentacles (or Discs) Tarot trump Hermit Star Hierophant Star Tarot Royal Card Knight Queen Prince Princess Element Fire Water Air Earth  and daughter provide two "windows." 

The case of the Chicago schizophrenic killer William Heirens, who experienced orgasm when climbing through windows, demonstrates that this symbolism does not have to be taught and is inherent in the human mind, although always subject to the distortion exemplified by the Saures. 

Finally, the universal blessing given on page 218 is intimately involved with the YHVH formula:

I bless Ra, the fierce sun burning bright 
I bless Isis-Luna in the night 
I bless the air, the Horus-Hawk 
I bless the earth on which I walk 


The fiery father, the watery mother, the airy son, and the earthy daughter are all there, just as they are in every alchemical formula.* But we say no more at this point, lest the reader begin seeking for a 5 = 4 equation to balance the 5 = 6. 

* In this connection—and also, en passant, as an indication that Adolf Hitler's link with the Illuminati was not invented for this work of "fiction"— we suggest that the reader look into The Morning of the Magicians, by Pauwels and Bergier. 

We conclude with a final warning and clarification: 
Resort to mass sacrifice (as among the Aztecs, the Catholic Inquisition, and the Nazi death camps) is the device of those who are incapable of the true Rite of the Dying God.



The Beatles Will Open Up Your Chakras


777 MAERTSNWODTAOLFDNAXALERDNIMRUFFONRUT 777
The first vowel sound is :

ooo

The second vowel sound is :

aah






Well, shake it up baby now
Twist and shout
Come on, come on, come, come on baby now
Come on and work it on out
Well work it on out, honey
You know you look so good
You know you got me goin' now
Just like I know you would

Well, shake it up baby now
Twist and shout
Come on, come on, come, come on baby now
Come on and work it on out
You know you twist, little girl
You know you twist so fine
Come on and twist a little closer now
And let me know that you're mine, 

OOO !


Yeah, shake it up baby now
Twist and shout
Come on, come on, come, come on baby now
Come on and work it on out
You know you twist, little girl
You know you twist so fine
Come on and twist a little closer now
And let me know that you're mine
Well shake it, shake it, shake it, baby now
Well shake it, shake it, shake it, baby now
Well shake it, shake it, shake it, baby now

aah
aah
aah

AAH




Throughout the ritual at Shea Stadium, they are all wearing The Seal of Solomon over their heart.




Then, when We decreed (Solomon's) death, nothing showed them his death except a little worm of the earth, which kept (slowly) gnawing away at his staff: so when he fell down, the Jinn saw plainly that if they had known the unseen, they would not have tarried in the humiliating Penalty (of their Task).

— Quran, sura 34 (Saba’), ayah 14

034.012 
YUSUFALI
And to Solomon (We made) the Wind (obedient): Its early morning (stride) was a month's (journey), and its evening (stride) was a month's (journey); and We made a Font of molten brass to flow for him; and there were Jinns that worked in front of him, by the leave of his Lord, and if any of them turned aside from our command, We made him taste of the Penalty of the Blazing Fire. 

PICKTHAL
And unto Solomon (We gave) the wind, whereof the morning course was a month's journey and the evening course a month's journey, and We caused the fount of copper to gush forth for him, and (We gave him) certain of the jinn who worked before him by permission of his Lord. And such of them as deviated from Our command, them We caused to taste the punishment of flaming Fire. 

SHAKIR
And (We made) the wind (subservient) to Sulaiman, which made a month's journey in the morning and a month's journey m the evening, and We made a fountain of molten copper to flow out for him, and of the jinn there were those who worked before him by the command of his Lord; and whoever turned aside from Our command from among them, We made him taste of the punishment of burning.

034.013 
YUSUFALI
They worked for him as he desired, (making) arches, images, basons as large as reservoirs, and (cooking) cauldrons fixed (in their places): "Work ye, sons of David, with thanks! but few of My servants are grateful!" 

PICKTHAL
They made for him what he willed: synagogues and statues, basins like wells and boilers built into the ground. Give thanks, O House of David! Few of My bondmen are thankful. 

SHAKIR: 
They made for him what he pleased of fortresses and images, and bowls (large) as watering-troughs and cooking-pots that will not move from their place; give thanks, O family of Dawood! and very few of My servants are grateful.

034.014 
YUSUFALI
Then, when We decreed (Solomon's) death, nothing showed them his death except a little worm of the earth, which kept (slowly) gnawing away at his staff: so when he fell down, the Jinns saw plainly that if they had known the unseen, they would not have tarried in the humiliating Penalty (of their Task). 

PICKTHAL
And when We decreed death for him, nothing showed his death to them save a creeping creature of the earth which gnawed away his staff. And when he fell the jinn saw clearly how, if they had known the Unseen, they would not have continued in despised toil. 

SHAKIR
But when We decreed death for him, naught showed them his death but a creature of the earth that ate away his staff; and when it fell down, the jinn came to know plainly that if they had known the unseen, they would not have tarried in abasing torment.


Wednesday 28 September 2016

I Have Seen The Enemy


I have seen The Enemy,
and He is I as You are Me as You are He and We are Altogther

[Goo Goo Ki-Chu]

See how They run, 
Like pigs from a gun,
See how They fly 



I'm crying.



How's Annie?


Philemon



"Carl Gustav Jung and the Red Book," an all day symposium, featured presentations by prominent Jungian scholars.

Speaker Biography: Jung scholar Sonu Shamdasani is a London-based author, editor, and professor at the Wellcome Trust Centre for the History of Medicine at University College London WIHM/UCL. Shamdasani works discuss the history of psychiatry and psychology from the mid-nineteenth century to current times. Shamdasani holds a BA from Bristol University, followed by MSc, History of Science and Medicine, University College London/Imperial College and gained his Ph.D. in History of Medicine from WIHM/UCL.

Speaker Biography: James Hillman is a psychologist, scholar, international lecturer, pioneer psychologist, and the author of more than twenty books. Hillman has held teaching positions at Yale University, the University of Chicago, Syracuse University, the University of Chicago, and the University of Dallas, where he cofounded the Dallas Institute of Humanities and Culture.

Speaker Biography: Ann Ulanov is a professor of psychiatry and religion at the Union Theological Seminary in New York City. She is the author of several books, including Religion and the Spiritual in Carl Jung and The Healing Imagination: The Meeting of Psyche and Soul.

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