Dear X,

I thank you for your most necessary lecture of Nosferatu. Of course as you say, the introduction scene is the most significant. Ellen calls to the celestial. And it’s the monster that answers and attracts her, seduces her, ties himself to her passion. Ellen forgets the celestial lights. Ellen’s passion, once calling to the celestial, has now lost her memories of it, most of all she forgot her calling to it.

When I think of Ellen as « not a human being », I think of the amnestic prince forgetting the pearl. I think of Sofia, captured by the archangels, in the black prison of earth and its eons. I think of Usna, in her mournful pride.

Ellen outlives her passion, under her bride’s robe, pearls at her ears, lilas in her hairs, they kiss and slowly they fullfill each other, and so dies the night.

Thats’ the night, occult, reading I would propose. There’s a day reading I think, led by Von Franz, a unicorn hunt, attracting the monster, like the dark unicorn of the Ear tapestry, regardlesse of the lady’s death, for the hunt of the monster.

If you’r in the tatse, here is to finish a link to my reading, a kind of fan-fiction : https://6tapisseries.fr/nosferatu#engl

With regards, and so willing to listen to your videos

* of course the prince, Sofia and Usna are The hymn of the pearl, la Pistis Sofia, and Rose of the world

* would the name Von Franz indicate Marie-Louise Von Franz ? Therefore introducing the feminine continuation of Jung, the feminine spiritual as expressed in the medieval tales

* the Ear tapestry is the third of the Lady and the Unicorn late medieval tapestries (https://6tapisseries.fr/#ouie)

Dear X,

I am watching "X" and I must reply on the go at 9:00

The cathars I do not agree on. I've travelled there, under mad rains at Montsegur, I read their Évangiles, and Inquisatorial reports. There was coherence, there was a red book. Did the pope of Bogomiles come ? Did the gnostics reach them ? We knew of the "manycheans" : the first murder by fire at Arras, North France, were "manicheans". How much of the philosophical influence was brought here in France at that time ? Certainly there must have been very little with the word so it exists. Mani was a name, remaining for dualism, in the contrary it was about where the opposites meet, the mixing of them. Did the word leave its ideas on the road ? Or, my point of view, not the whole spiritual philosophy, just a word, and its idea, a key sufficient to the mind to open and reach asame sky. An idea, a logic, an adage, a thought, a gnosis. So is the cry of the eagle, awakening the prince.

I don't know if I'll write you tonight again, dear X. Please excuse my unpoliteness, but I think so intentionaly, when I am adressing someone, and to you I can address the most fragile thoughts, so thin here, in this world, like dust, weighless, scintilling in the ray of light, yet disgusting and broomed away dust in coughs. That's what is the knowledge, the thought, the adage is here, also is the dust scintilling in a ray of light. That dust, in the light, is so much harder to share in feelings and appeels. Well there's a mirror, and on the other side, the other realm, in this nowhere, this u-topos, is a world visible but inexistent, an Utopia, where the river flows without water. There the movements of dust are letters, words, logics and strong agitation in the other side, narrating its origins. Dust in this world is sentences and thoughts in that world, in Utopia. Preciously drawing in their detours and global organisations, the things around them, as a language of shared experiences, as symbols completing each other.

Where is Utopia ? It's on the other side of a mirror. Well, I can see what's behind the mirror : me and the world in oblic angles and strange incontrol of the strangely acting arms and hands holding a brush, tying a tie, setting drops in its eye. The mirror is strange. So where's that new wonder of Utopia ? It's always been there. In fact it was there before, before the first heart beat, before the archangels. It was there, common now to humanity, but there is a fence hiding it inside the mind. That fence, that we don't watch, is yet there, we've known that fence so long, we can't imagine there's a fence, there's no reason to see it. In the afar, the far horizon. That fence, if you watch it, is a mirror, a symbolic mirror.

So the mirror's in the mind, and it's symbolic. What matters per se is not the mirror, but the other part of the symbol, its communication. The mirror does not matter, and what is behind the fence, is in your mind, so you can get to it from within.

There's a story I read, that works as a symbolic mirror, and that's it. Hymn to the pearl (5th act) - The ascending (personal translation) :

« And I saw that all in him

was shaken by the moves of my thoughts

and so to tell,

I saw that he was getting ready.

I heard the sound of its melodies

that in his descending he was murmuring :

"It's me, the most devoted of the servants

that was raised to the service of my Father,

I felt it also inside of me

that my stature, as his work, has grown."

And in his royal moves

stretching all its beeing towards me

in the hand of its donors

precipitates itself so I can have him ;

and my love presses me

to run to its meeting and receiving.

I streteched my body and I received him,

I was adorning the beauty and his colors,

and my mirroring robe of colours,

I dressed myself intirely of her, all intirely her.

I was hidden in it and I ascended

to the gate of salvation and adoration.

I bowed my head and I adored

the wonder of my Father which sent him to me,

of whom I had followed the commands,

as he had accomplished what he had promised.

To the gate of his Royal officers

I involved in their Hignesses ;

because He rejoiced to me and received me

and I was with Him in his Realm,

and in the invocation of His throne

all his servants were acclaiming Him

because He had promised me

to come back with Him at the gate of the King of Kings,

and with the offering of the pearl

to appear with Him in front of our King."

Fantastic voyage of the soul, detached in that strange moves of the reflected self, toppling in the reflection in the touching of the reflection, as each other stretches towards the surface, so touching : a dissolution of the self. If you don't ask yourself who is who in the u-topos, then, you are coming closer to feeling the fragile idea, there in the symbol. It's beyond separations of the individuals. It's different identities of himelf. He cannot be made of the same flesh here and there. He is in the reflection, but still the same soul, the same existence. Now he is remembering. Hold your judgement and the prince gets in the servant that gets in a mirroring colour robe, reflecting the sky, invisible, hiding him, blue on the blue sky, and took him away, in his ascension (see the title of act 5 : The ascending). Its the hand of His donators, existence amongst others donating him, as the prince's soul, is beeing lead him by the present he is bringing to the Realm : the pearl. A present to Him, leading us to him, a present that he commanded us to search, twice, because the first time we forgot, he had to send us the eagle of the thought that awakened us. Leading us to its Royal officers and we involve in them, and we are with Him in His Realm and there : "offering of the pearl to appear with Him in front of our King".

In front of our King

There is no further that words can tell. Just, one word : "King", the story was recorded at its very end, in not so far civilization, lead by the masculine. In its origins, would the prince, the dark prince, the light prince, the servitors and the officers, Him and the King; were Hignesse and Queen, l'Altesse ?

By the way, I saw a pearl

It was a beautiful lady