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Ghost photography, London Stereoscopic Company, c. 1856

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Hauntings are only integrated when we turn on the light of awareness and see the nothing that is there, the invisible that is present, allied with the challenge to take part in the construction of our story with a more differentiated consciousness. Hauntings may move us from fugitive pathology to summons when we stop running and turn and face our spectral visitants. Hauntings are transformed when we bring the unfolding mystery that we are to engage the mystery to which they invite us. As surrealist poet Paul Éluard observed, there is another world, and it is in this one. When we grasp his dictum, we know that here, in us, between you and me, is the meeting place of both the visible and the invisible worlds, the permutating movement of spirits that in the end are one. Both worlds wait upon our showing up, being present in this visible world while remaining mindful of the silent ministries of the invisible one as well.

James Hollis, Hauntings: Dispelling the Ghosts Who Run Our Lives

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Honoré Daumier (1808–1879) - “Peace, an idyll”

from ‘Le Charivari’, March 6, 1871

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Sofía Bassi (1913–1998)

“Éclosion [En la Cárcel]” (Eclosion [In Jail])

oil on canvas, 1968

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Song at Midnight | 夜半歌声 | 1937 | dir. Weibang Ma-Xu

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Jean-Loup Sieff (1933–2000)

Alfred Hitchcock and Ina on the “Psycho” set, Harper’s Bazaar, 1962

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Untitled (Hanging), Providence, Rhode Island, Francesca Woodman, 1975-78

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Theda Bara in Salome | 1918 | dir. J. Gordon Edwards | Fragments from a lost film

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Musidora in Les Vampires, 1916

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“La Mort et le Bûcheron” from Les Fables de La Fontaine

art by Eugène Leroux after Alexandre-Gabriel Decamps, c. 1850

“...Death comes, a cure for every cry; Yet we recoil and doubt his skill, And trembling hold our motto still, Rather to suffer than to die...”

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Jean-Loup Sieff (1933–2000) - “Catacombe dei Cappucini, Palermo”

gelatin silver print

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Untitled (Wolves), New York, Francesca Woodman, 1978-80

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Walter Crane (1845–1915) - “The Capitalist Vampire”, 1885

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Jean-Loup Sieff (1933–2000) - “The Black House East Hampton”, New York, 1965

gelatin silver print

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Fantasy is nearer to poetry, to mysticism, and to insanity than naturalistic fiction is. It is a wilderness, and those who go there should not feel too safe . . . A fantasy is a journey. It is a journey into the subconscious mind, just as psychoanalysis is. Like psychoanalysis, it can be dangerous; and it will change you.

Dreams Must Explain Themselves by Ursula Le Guin

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Spanish herald for White Zombie (1932)