When the night sky’s embrace of its earthly counterpart releases for the ascension of the morning light, her son, the life that their union creates within us arises. As Nut and Geb, she is wearing the stars in the night sky, and he with his green skin is wearing twigs and branches. He is like an Egyptian version of Radagast, or Tapiola in old Finnish traditions. Of earth ceremonialized. This is a wonderful description of psychic life. Something as distant as ancient Egyptian beliefs turns out to be a treasure for the mind in the early morning hours under the roof of heaven. This old image narrative really made it possible for people to live with their creativity, within their artistic ability. We can call it religion, but I think it’s falsifying the feeling of being in it. The sense of really processing the imaginal realm of reality. In this way, peoples psychic life became art within life itself. They lived their art. One can say that our belief in psychic phenomena and our perceptions of them are the living art of every person.