Summary of Carl Gustav Jung's Memories, Dreams, Reflections

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Book Preview: #1 I have many memories from when I was young, but the earliest is from when I was six months old. I was lying in a pram in the shadow of a tree, and I saw the sun glittering through the leaves and blossoms. Everything was wholly wonderful and splendid.

#2 I was born in 1878, and my parents were soon separated. I remember my mother spending several months in a hospital in Basel, and I remember the time when I was crossing the bridge over the Rhine Falls to Neuhausen. I may have been suicidal or resistant to life in this world.

#3 I had fears at night, and I would hear things walking about in the house. I would say a prayer every evening, which gave me a sense of comfort in face of the vague uncertainties of the night.

#4 I had a traumatic encounter with a Jesuit priest when I was between three and four years old. I was terrified of him, and hid under a beam in the attic. I did not know what Jesuits were, but I was familiar with the word Jesus from my little prayer.

• Language: English
• Publisher: IRB Media
• Release date: Mar 16, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669363910

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Insights on Carl Gustav Jung's Memories, Dreams, Reflections

Contents

Insights from Chapter 1

Insights from Chapter 2

Insights from Chapter 3

Insights from Chapter 4

Insights from Chapter 5

Insights from Chapter 6

Insights from Chapter 7

Insights from Chapter 8

Insights from Chapter 9

Insights from Chapter 10

Insights from Chapter 11

Insights from Chapter 1

#1

I have many memories from when I was young, but the earliest is from when I was six months old. I was lying in a pram in the shadow of a tree, and I saw the sun glittering through the leaves and blossoms. Everything was wholly wonderful and splendid.

#2

I was born in 1878, and my parents were soon separated. I remember my mother spending several months in a hospital in Basel, and I remember the time when I was crossing the bridge over the Rhine Falls to Neuhausen. I may have been suicidal or resistant to life in this world.

#3

I had fears at night, and I would hear things walking about in the house. I would say a prayer every evening, which gave me a sense of comfort in face of the vague uncertainties of the night.

#4

I had a traumatic encounter with a Jesuit priest when I was between three and four years old. I was terrified of him, and hid under a beam in the attic. I did not know what Jesuits were, but I was familiar with the word Jesus from my little prayer.

#5

I had a dream in which I saw a dark, rectangular, stone-lined hole in the ground. I ran forward curiously and peered down into it. Then I saw a stone staircase leading down. I was afraid to go down, but I did anyway.

#6

I had a recurring dream as a child in which I saw the underground God, a terrifying revelation which had been given to me without my seeking it. The God of Christianity seemed to me in some ways a god of death, helpful in that he scared away the terrors of the night, but also eerie.

#7

I had a childhood dream that was a burial into the earth, which was a initiation into the realm of darkness. My intellectual life had its unconscious beginnings at that time.

#8

My parents took me on an excursion to Basel when I was six years old.

#9

I was extremely sensitive and vulnerable as a child, and I spent a lot of time alone. I loved playing with blocks, and I would build towers that I would then destroy by an earthquake. I spent a lot of time drawing and painting.

#10

I had anxiety dreams about things that were now small, now large. For instance, I saw a tiny ball at a great distance, and it grew steadily into a monstrous and suffocating object. Or I saw telegraph wires with birds sitting on them, and the wires grew thicker and thicker.

#11

I had a premonition of an inescapable world of shadows filled with frightening, unanswerable questions. I was afraid of the change in me, and I feared the split between my inner security and the beauty of the bright daylight world.

#12

I had a secret library for my manikin, which I would fill with scrolls of paper on which I had written things in a secret language. I