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The 1 millimeter: C.G Jung's dream about his father

by Center of the Cross
September 14th 2021

In this bonus material to episode four of Psychology a... More

the problem of job in all its ramifications had likewise been foreshadowed in a dream. It started with me paying a visit to my long deceased father. He was living in the country. I did not know where I saw a house in the style of the 18th century, very roomy, with several rather large outbuildings. It had originally been, I learned, and in at a spa, and it seemed that many great personages, famous people and princes had stopped there furthermore, several had died in their sarcophagi. I were in a crib belonging to the house. My father guarded these as custodian. He was, as I soon discovered not only the custodian, but also a distinguished scholar in his own right, which he had never been in his lifetime. I met him in his study, and, oddly enough, Doctor Y, who was about my age and his son. Both psychiatrists were also present.

I do not know whether I had asked a question, or whether my father wanted to explain something of his own accord, but in any case, he fetched a big bible down from the shelf, heavy folio volume, like the Mirian bible in my library. The bible my father held was bound in shiny Fish skin. He opened it at the old testament, I guess that he had turned to the Pentateuch and began interpreting a certain passage. He did this so swiftly and so learned that I could not follow him. I noted only that what he said betrayed a vast amount of variegated knowledge, the significance of which I dimly apprehended, but could not properly judge or grasp. I saw the doctor y understood nothing at all, and his sons began to laugh. They thought that my father was going off the deep end, and what he said was simply senile prattle, but it was quite clear to me that it was not due to morbid excitement, and that there was nothing silly about what he was saying.

On the contrary. His argument was so intelligent and so learn it, that we, in our stupidity simply could not follow it. It dealt with something extremely important which fascinated him. That was why he was speaking with such intensity. His mind was flooded with profound ideas. I was annoyed and thought it was a pity that he had to talk in the presence of three such idiots as we. The two psychiatrists represented a limited medical point of view, which of course also infects me as a physician. They represented My Shadow 1st and 2nd editions of the shadow, father and son. Then the scene changed. My father and I were in front of the house facing a kind of shed, where apparently wood was stacked. We had loud thumps as if large chunks of wood were being thrown down or tossed about. I had the impression that at least two workmen must be busy there, but my father indicated to me that the place was haunted. Some sort of poltergeist will make in the racket, evidently.

We then entered the house, and I saw that it had very thick wolves. We climbed a narrow staircase to the second floor. They're a strange sight presented itself a large hole, which was the exact replica of the council hall of Sultan Akbar at Fatehpur Sikri. It was a high circular room, with a gallery running along the wall From which four bridges lead to a basin shaped center. The basin rested upon a huge column and formed the Sultan's round seat. From this elevated place, he spoke to his counselors and philosophers who sat along the walls in the gallery. The hole was a gigantic Mandala. It corresponded precisely to the real guanacaste in the dream. I suddenly soul that from the center a steep flight of stairs ascended to a spot high up on the wall which no longer responded to reality. At the top of the stairs was a small door, and my father said, Now I will lead you into the highest presence.

Then he noted down, and touched his forehead to the floor. I imitated him Likewise, kneeling with great emotion. For some reason I could not bring my forehead quite down to the floor. There was perhaps a millimeter despair, but at least I had made the gesture with him. Suddenly I knew, or perhaps my father had told me that the upper door lead to a solitary chamber where lived in your Urahia, King David's general, whom David had shamefully betrayed for the sake of his wife bathsheba by commanding his soldiers to abandon your idea in the face of the enemy. I must make a few explanatory remarks concerning this dream. The initial scene describes how the unconscious task which I had left to my father that is to the unconscious was working out. He was obviously engrossed in the bible and eager to communicate his insights. The fish skin marks, the bible as an unconscious content for fishes and mute and unconscious.

My poor father does not succeed in communicating either, for the audience is in part incapable of understanding, in part maliciously stupid. After this defeat, we crossed the street to the other side where poltergeist are at work. Poltergeist phenomena usually take place in the vicinity of young people before puberty. That is to say, I am still immature and too unconscious. The indian ambiance illustrates the other side when I was in India, The mandala structure of the D. one I costs had an actual fact powerfully impressed me as the representation of a content related to a center. The center is the seat of Akbar, the great who rules over a subcontinent, which is a load of this world like David. But even higher than David stands, his guiltless victim, his loyal general, your area whom he abandoned to the enemy.

Uriah is a pre figuration of christ, the good man who was abandoned by God. My God, my God! Why hast thou forsaken me on top of that. David had taken unto himself. Furious wife. Only later did I understand what this illusion to Uriah signified. Not only was I forced to speak publicly, and very much to my detriment about the ambivalence of the God image in the old testament. But also my wife would be taken from me by death. These were the things that awaited me hidden in the unconscious. I had to submit to this fate and ought really to have touched my forehead to the floor so that my submission would be complete. But something prevented me from doing so entirely and kept me just a millimeter away. Something in me was saying all very role, but not entirely. Something in me was defiant and determined not to be a dumb fish. And if there were not something of sort in Freeman, no book of job would have to be written several 100 years before the birth of christ man always has some mental reservation, even in the face of divine decrease otherwise, where would be his freedom?

And what would be the use of that freedom? If he could not threaten him? Who threatens it? You're rioted! Lives in a higher place than akbar he is even as the dream said, the highest presence. An expression which properly is used only of God unless we are dealing in Byzantine ISMs. I cannot help thinking here of the buddha and his relationship to the goats. For the devout Asiatic to to target to is the old highest, the absolute for that reason. Hen Yana buddhism has been suspected of atheism very wrongly so by virtue of the power of the gods, Man is enabled to gain an insight into his creator. He has even been given the power to annihilate creation in its essential aspect that is man's consciousness of the world today, he can extinguish all higher life on earth by radio activity. The idea of world annihilation is already suggested by the buddha by means of enlightenment.

The new Adana chain, The chain of causality which leads inevitably to old age sickness and death can be broken so that the illusion of being comes to an end. Schopenhauer is negation of the will, points prophetically to a problem of the future that has already come threatening. Lee close the dream discloses a thought in a premonition that have long been present in humanity. The idea of the creature that surpasses its creator by a small but decisive factor

The 1 millimeter: C.G Jung's dream about his father
The 1 millimeter: C.G Jung's dream about his father
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