The Jungian Archetypes and Analytical Psychology.~Carl Jung, Memories Dreams and Reflections. When I speak of things after death, I am speaking out of inner prompting, and can go no farther than to tell you dreams and myths that relate to this subject.

Naturally, I am not going to write a book of revelations about them, but I will acknowledge that I have a “myth” which encourages me to look deeper into this whole realm. I have, however, learned that the views I have been able to form on the basis of such hints from the unconscious have been most rewarding. They may be in accord with reality, and then again they may not. Only, one must remain critical and be aware that such communications may have a subjective meaning as well. One has such experiences and I will tell of others like them one acquires a certain respect for the potentialities and arts of the unconscious. In my attempt to recall the person in my dream, however, hers was the one picture which did not appear in my portrait gallery of Basel acquaintances, although by rights it should have been one of the first.

My recollection of her was perfectly clear and richly detailed, since she had been my patient for a considerable time up to a year before her death. I knew at once that she was the person I had seen in the dream but had been unable to identify. Nothing!Ī few weeks later I received news that a friend of mine had had a fatal accident. I pictured all my acquaintances in Basel to see whether the memory images would ring a bell. I knew also that she lived in Basel.īut as soon as I woke up I could no longer, with the best will in the world, recall who she was, although the whole dream was still vivid in my mind. Presently I saw that my sister was accompanied by a lady I knew well.Įven in the dream I had drawn the conclusion that the lady was going to die. The rest were people who were still alive. I saw my sister there, and that greatly surprised me, for she had died some years before.Ī deceased friend of mine was also present.

Thus I once had a dream in which I was attending a garden party. At seven o’clock came the news that a cousin of my wife had died at three o’clock in the morning.įrequently foreknowledge is there, but not recognition. The dream was so curious that I thought at once that it might signify a death. I awoke, roused my wife, and checked the time. It wore a white gown into which curious black symbols were woven. Then I heard a deep sigh, as if someone were giving up the ghost.Ī figure that resembled my wife sat up in the pit and floated upward. It was a grave, and somehow had a suggestion of classical antiquity about it. I dreamed that my wife’s bed was a deep pit with stone walls. I had a somewhat similar experience before a death in my wife’s family.

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