Memories, Dreams, Reflections

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Карл Густав Юнг. Memories, Dreams, Reflections

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CONTENTS

INTRODUCTION

PROLOGUE

I FIRST YEARS

II SCHOOL YEARS

III STUDENT YEARS

IV PSYCHIATRIC ACTIVITIES

V SIGMUND FREUD1

VI CONFRONTATION WITH THE UNCONSCIOUS

VII THE WORK

VIII THE TOWER

IX TRAVELS. I. NORTH AFRICA

II. AMERICA: THE PUEBLO INDIANS (Extract from an unpublished ms)

III. KENYA AND UGANDA

IV. INDIA2

V. RAVENNA AND ROME

X VISIONS

XI ON LIFE AFTER DEATH

XII LATE THOUGHTS

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II

III

RETROSPECT

APPENDICES

APPENDIX I FREUD TO JUNG1

APPENDIX II LETTERS TO EMMA JUNG FROM AMERICA (1909)

APPENDIX III LETTER TO EMMA JUNG FROM NORTH AFRICA (1920)

APPENDIX IV RICHARD WILHELM

GLOSSARY

THE COLLECTED WORKS OF C. G. JUNG

1. PSYCHIATRIC STUDIES

2. EXPERIMENTAL RESEARCHES. Studies in Word Association

Psychophysical Researches

3. THE PSYCHOGENESIS OF MENTAL DISEASE

4. FREUD AND PSYCHOANALYSIS

5. SYMBOLS OF TRANSFORMATION (1912/1952)

6. PSYCHOLOGICAL TYPES (1921)† 7. TWO ESSAYS ON ANALYTICAL PSYCHOLOGY

8. THE STRUCTURE AND DYNAMICS OF THE PSYCHE

THE ARCHETYPES AND THE COLLECTIVE UNCONSCIOUS

Researches into the Phenomenology of the Self

10. CIVILISATION IN TRANSITION†

11. PSYCHOLOGY AND RELIGION: WEST AND EAST. Western Religion

Eastern Religion

12. PSYCHOLOGY AND ALCHEMY (1944)

13. ALCHEMICAL STUDIES †

14. MYSTERIUM CONIUNCTIONIS (1955, 1956)† An Inquiry into the Separation and Synthesis of Psychic Opposites in Alchemy

15. THE SPIRIT IN MAN, ART, AND LITERATURE †

16. THE PRACTICE OF PSYCHOTHERAPY. General Problems of Psychotherapy

Specific Problems of Psychotherapy

17. THE DEVELOPMENT OF PERSONALITY

Final Volumes

INDEX

About the Publisher

Notes

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C. G. JUNG

Memories, Dreams, Reflections

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I walked home with my father, intensely conscious that I was wearing a new black felt hat and a new black suit which was already beginning to turn into a frock coat. It was a kind of lengthened jacket that spread out into two little wings over the seat, and between these was a slit with a pocket into which I could tuck a handkerchief — which seemed to me a grown-up, manly gesture. I felt socially elevated and by implication accepted into the society of men. That day, too, Sunday dinner was an unusually good one. I would be able to stroll about in my new suit all day. But otherwise I was empty and did not know what I was feeling.

Only gradually, in the course of the following days, did it dawn on me that nothing had happened. I had reached the pinnacle of religious initiation, had expected something — I knew not what — to happen, and nothing at all had happened. I knew that God could do stupendous things to me, things of fire and unearthly light; but this ceremony contained no trace of God — not for me, at any rate. To be sure, there had been talk about Him, but it had all amounted to no more than words. Among the others I had noticed nothing of the vast despair, the overpowering elation and outpouring of grace which for me constituted the essence of God. I had observed no sign of “communion,” of “union, becoming one with …” With whom? With Jesus? Yet he was only a man who had died 1860 years ago. Why should a person become one with him? He was called the “Son of God” — a demigod, therefore, like the Greek heroes: how then could an ordinary person become one with him? This was called the “Christian religion,” but none of it had anything to do with God as I had experienced Him. On the other hand it was quite clear that Jesus, the man, did have to do with God; he had despaired in Gethsemane and on the cross, after having taught that God was a kind and loving father. He too, then, must have seen the fearfulness of God. That I could understand, but what was the purpose of this wretched memorial service with the flat bread and the sour wine? Slowly I came to understand that this communion had been a fatal experience for me. It had proved hollow; more than that, it had proved to be a total loss. I knew that I would never again be able to participate in this ceremony. “Why, that is not religion at all,” I thought. “It is an absence of God; the church is a place I should not go to. It is not life which is there, but death.”

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