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Stone Sanctuary, Chapter 1: “I had to make a confession of faith in stone.”

It has a been a bit of a  puzzle to me why I have been so consistently drawn to working on the Stone Sanctuary for the last three years. In the next few weeks, I hope to explore the symbolism of stones and the psychological process of working with stones. The work above is the…

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Carl Jung: “The idea became fixed in my mind that I must live near a lake.”

  My mother took me to the Thurgau to visit friends, who had a castle on Lake Constance. I could not be dragged away from the water, the waves from the steamer washed up on the shore, the sun glistened on the water, and the sand under the water had been curled into little ridges…

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C.G. Jung: “I have again and again been faced with the mystery of love and have never been able to explain what it is.”

  Carl Jung speaks of the Mystery of Love: If we possess a grain of wisdom, we will completely surrender to this unknowable who embraces in love all the opposites. Whatever the learned interpretation may be of the sentence “God is love,” the words affirm the complexio oppositorum of the Godhead. In my medical experience…

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C.G. Jung: ” I knew that in finding the mandala as an expression of the self I had attained what was for me the ultimate.”

  Carl Jung on the Central Position of the Mandala   “I had to abandon the idea of the superordinate position of the ego…. I saw that everything, all paths I had been following, all steps I had taken, were leading back to a single point — namely, to the mid-point. It became increasingly plain…

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C.G. Jung: “I sketched every morning in a notebook a small circular drawing, a mandala…”

   Jung Describes His Process of Drawing Mandalas I sketched every morning in a notebook a small circular drawing, a mandala, which seemed to correspond to my inner situation at the time. With the help of these drawings I could observe my psychic transformations from day to day. . .. Only gradually did I discover…

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C.G. Jung’s Dream: “I must keep my little light going through night and wind, regardless of all dangers…”

from the Red Book It was night in some unknown place, and I was making slow and painful headway against a mighty wind. Dense fog was flying along everywhere. I had my hands cupped around a tiny light which threatened to go out at any moment. Everything depended on my keeping this little light alive….