Carl Jung himself said:
I had the feeling that I was in an over-compensated psychosis, and from the feeling I was not released until August 1, 1914. (see here for context)
I never saw the below video when it was first published on the internet. Being that I’m a fan of both Carl Jung and Jack Kornfield I was happy to come upon it in my twitter feed. I’ve taken the opportunity to include an old post about Carl Jung and the The Red Book below it as well.
Below I’m cutting and pasting a post about Carl Jung and the Red Book that I posted first in 2009.
Carl Jung had what would today be called an extended psychotic episode
There was an unpublished book that has, many years after his death, been made available. The Red Book. It’s a lovely and emotionally stunning book in my opinion. The art alone is worth the purchase price.
This will perhaps challenge a few people’s thoughts about the nature of extreme states of consciousness, but given Jung has always been fringe in many ways it’s unlikely to change things on the ground much. Which is a shame, because here we see a man who influenced modern psychology so profoundly who resolved a psychosis naturally. Which completely and utterly challenges psych treatment today.
Carl Jung’s personal experience and the vast body of his work, both, offer hope to everyone who has ever had a psychotic moment that their journey may be transformative and healing and that medications may not serve much if at all if they’re given the proper supports to navigate their psyches.
What happened next to Carl Jung has become, among Jungians and other scholars, the topic of enduring legend and controversy. It has been characterized variously as a creative illness, a descent into the underworld, a bout with insanity, a narcissistic self-deification, a transcendence, a midlife breakdown and an inner disturbance mirroring the upheaval of World War I. Whatever the case, in 1913, Jung, who was then 38, got lost in the soup of his own psyche. He was haunted by troubling visions and heard inner voices. Grappling with the horror of some of what he saw, he worried in moments that he was, in his own words, “menaced by a psychosis” or “doing a schizophrenia.”
He later would compare this period of his life — this “confrontation with the unconscious,” as he called it — to a mescaline experiment. He described his visions as coming in an “incessant stream.” He likened them to rocks falling on his head, to thunderstorms, to molten lava. “I often had to cling to the table,” he recalled, “so as not to fall apart.”
Had he been a psychiatric patient, Jung might well have been told he had a nervous disorder and encouraged to ignore the circus going on in his head. But as a psychiatrist, and one with a decidedly maverick streak, he tried instead to tear down the wall between his rational self and his psyche. For about six years, Jung worked to prevent his conscious mind from blocking out what his unconscious mind wanted to show him. Between appointments with patients, after dinner with his wife and children, whenever there was a spare hour or two, Jung sat in a book-lined office on the second floor of his home and actually induced hallucinations — what he called “active imaginations.” “In order to grasp the fantasies which were stirring in me ‘underground,’ ” Jung wrote later in his book “Memories, Dreams, Reflections,” “I knew that I had to let myself plummet down into them.” He found himself in a liminal place, as full of creative abundance as it was of potential ruin, believing it to be the same borderlands traveled by both lunatics and great artists.
Jung recorded it all. First taking notes in a series of small, black journals, he then expounded upon and analyzed his fantasies, writing in a regal, prophetic tone in the big red-leather book. The book detailed an unabashedly psychedelic voyage through his own mind, a vaguely Homeric progression of encounters with strange people taking place in a curious, shifting dreamscape. Writing in German, he filled 205 oversize pages with elaborate calligraphy and with richly hued, staggeringly detailed paintings.
What he wrote did not belong to his previous canon of dispassionate, academic essays on psychiatry. Nor was it a straightforward diary. It did not mention his wife, or his children, or his colleagues, nor for that matter did it use any psychiatric language at all. Instead, the book was a kind of phantasmagoric morality play, driven by Jung’s own wish not just to chart a course out of the mangrove swamp of his inner world but also to take some of its riches with him. It was this last part — the idea that a person might move beneficially between the poles of the rational and irrational, the light and the dark, the conscious and the unconscious — that provided the germ for his later work and for what analytical psychology would become.
The book tells the story of Jung trying to face down his own demons as they emerged from the shadows. The results are humiliating, sometimes unsavory. In it, Jung travels the land of the dead, falls in love with a woman he later realizes is his sister, gets squeezed by a giant serpent and, in one terrifying moment, eats the liver of a little child. (“I swallow with desperate efforts — it is impossible — once again and once again — I almost faint — it is done.”) At one point, even the devil criticizes Jung as hateful.
More posts on The Red Book:
First another Red Book Dialogue with Andrew Harvey: Talk To Me: Loving Your Evil Side
A journey into the Red Book (video)
See too: recovery stories on Beyond Meds of people who have also weathered and come through psychosis and other varieties of dark nights of the soul. Psychosis recovery stories
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