SoulLife
By AngelicView
In my surfing of the ‘net tonight, I began someplace totally different but landed squarely upon Carl Jung. (Sorry Carl) ;)
He was a Swiss psychiatrist and psychotherapist, lived from 1875 to 1961, worked with Sigmund Freud for a while, cheated on his wife regularly, eventually had an NDE, and with that discovered the secrets of the Universe.
I noticed in reading some of his theories that he seemed to think just like someone who had had an NDE, and I remembered vaguely reading his NDE before.
What I didn’t know at that time was whether his Universal Knowledge trickled in before his NDE or after. He answered that question for me:
“After the illness (AV: that produced the NDE) a fruitful period of work began for me. A good many of my principal works were written only then.
The insight I had had, or the vision of the end of all things, gave me the courage to undertake new formulations.
I no longer attempted to put across my own opinion, but surrendered myself to the current of my thoughts. Thus one problem after the other revealed itself to me and took shape.” (Source: Near-Death.com)
So while it seems most of his revelations came after his NDE, but may have been granted some notions before it.
This is what he says about his main disagreement with Freud - which had no date attached to it so I couldn’t ascertain whether it came before or after the NDE. My hunch is that it came after.
Jung’s primary disagreement with Freud stemmed from their differing concepts of the unconscious. Jung saw Freud’s theory of the unconscious as incomplete and unnecessarily negative.
According to Jung, Freud conceived the unconscious solely as a repository of repressed emotions and desires. Jung agreed with Freud’s model of the unconscious, what Jung called the “personal unconscious”, but he also proposed the existence of a second, far deeper form of the unconscious underlying the personal one.
This was the collective unconscious, where the archetypes themselves resided, represented in mythology by a lake or other body of water, and in some cases a jug or other container.
Freud had actually mentioned a collective level of psychic functioning but saw it primarily as an appendix to the rest of the psyche. (Source: Wikipedia)
Of course, his ideas were completely rejected by the Psychology community at that time, and are only gaining little ground today.
“Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.” ~Carl Jung
I will post portions of his NDE below, with my own commentary (labeled as such), as well.
His early English can be hard to understand for people - especially those for whom English is a second language. This NDE was from a heart attack.
Jung’s experience is unique in that he saw the Earth from a vantage point of about a thousand miles above it.
His incredibly accurate view of the Earth from outer space was described about two decades before astronauts in space first described it.
Interestingly, this part is very similar to my OBE/NDE (See My OBE/NDE).
It seemed to me that I was high up in space. Far below I saw the globe of the Earth, bathed in a gloriously blue light.
I saw the deep blue sea and the continents. Far below my feet lay Ceylon, and in the distance ahead of me the subcontinent of India.
My field of vision did not include the whole Earth, but its global shape was plainly distinguishable and its outlines shone with a silvery gleam through that wonderful blue light. In many places the globe seemed colored, or spotted dark green like oxidized silver.
Far away to the left lay a broad expanse - the reddish-yellow desert of Arabia; it was as though the silver of the Earth had there assumed a reddish-gold hue.
Then came the Red Sea, and far, far back - as if in the upper left of a map - I could just make out a bit of the Mediterranean.
My gaze was directed chiefly toward that. Everything else appeared indistinct. I could also see the snow-covered Himalayas, but in that direction it was foggy or cloudy.
I did not look to the right at all. I knew that I was on the point of departing from the Earth.
Later I discovered how high in space one would have to be to have so extensive a view - approximately a thousand miles! The sight of the Earth from this height was the most glorious thing I had ever seen.
After contemplating it for a while, I turned around. I had been standing with my back to the Indian Ocean, as it were, and my face to the north.
Then it seemed to me that I made a turn to the south. Something new entered my field of vision.
A short distance away I saw in space a tremendous dark block of stone, like a meteorite. It was about the size of my house, or even bigger.
It was floating in space, and I myself was floating in space.
I had seen similar stones on the coast of the Gulf of Bengal. They were blocks of tawny granite, and some of them had been hollowed out into temples. My stone was one such gigantic dark block. An entrance led into a small antechamber.
To the right of the entrance, a black Hindu sat silently in lotus posture upon a stone bench. He wore a white gown, and I knew that he expected me.
Two steps led up to this antechamber, and inside, on the left, was the gate to the temple. Innumerable tiny niches, each with a saucer-like concavity filled with coconut oil and small burning wicks, surrounded the door with a wreath of bright flames.
I had once actually seen this when I visited the Temple of the Holy Tooth at Kandy in Ceylon; the gate had been framed by several rows of burning oil lamps of this sort.
This is the Temple he is talking about.
As I approached the steps leading up to the entrance into the rock, a strange thing happened: I had the feeling that everything was being sloughed away; everything I aimed at or wished for or thought, the whole phantasmagoria of earthly existence, fell away or was stripped from me - an extremely painful process.
Nevertheless something remained; it was as if I now carried along with me everything I had ever experienced or done, everything that had happened around me.
I might also say: it was with me, and I was it. I consisted of all that, so to speak. I consisted of my own history and I felt with great certainty: this is what I am. I am this bundle of what has been and what has been accomplished.
This experience gave me a feeling of extreme poverty, but at the same time of great fullness. There was no longer anything I wanted or desired. I existed in an objective form; I was what I had been and lived.
At first the sense of annihilation predominated, of having been stripped or pillaged; but suddenly that became of no consequence.
Everything seemed to be past; what remained was a “fait accompli,” (AV: “an accomplished fact”) without any reference back to what had been.
There was no longer any regret that something had dropped away or been taken away. On the contrary: I had everything that I was, and that was everything.
Something else engaged my attention: as I approached the temple I had the certainty that I was about to enter an illuminated room and would meet there all those people to whom I belong in reality.
There I would at last understand - this too was a certainty - what historical nexus I or my life fitted into. I would know what had been before me, why I had come into being, and where my life was flowing.
My life as I lived it had often seemed to me like a story that has no beginning and end. I had the feeling that I was a historical fragment, an excerpt for which the preceding and succeeding text was missing.
My life seemed to have been snipped out of a long chain of events, and many questions had remained unanswered.
Why had it taken this course? Why had I brought these particular assumptions with me? What had I made of them? What will follow?
I felt sure that I would receive an answer to all the questions as soon as I entered the rock temple. There I would meet the people who knew the answer to my question about what had been before and what would come after.
While I was thinking over these matters, something happened that caught my attention. From below, from the direction of Europe, an image floated up.
It was my doctor, or rather, his likeness - framed by a golden chain or a golden laurel wreath. I knew at once:
“Aha, this is my doctor, of course, the one who has been treating me. But now he is coming in his primal form, as a “basileus of Kos.”
In life he was an avatar of this basileus, the temporal embodiment of the primal form, which has existed from the beginning. Now he is appearing in that primal form.
Basileus was the king (i.e. “basileus”) of Kos - a small Greek island on the Aegean Sea. The island of Kos was famous in antiquity as the site of the temple of Asklepios, and was the birthplace of Hippocrates.
(AngelicView: I think what he is saying - just above - is that even though his doctor is alive on Earth, that person is only an “avatar” or what I call “mini-me” version of the entire soul which is still located in another dimension.
When we come to Earth we separate off a small portion of our entire soul self and place it into a body of a fetus.
And so he is saying that his doctor is a reincarnation of the King of Kos or put in other terms, his doctor is a portion of the same soul that inhabited the body of the King of Kos.
The doctor that is residing on Earth at the time wasn’t the same entity that came to him - it was that doctor’s “higher-self”, the bigger portion of the person who is on Earth but located in another dimension of time/space. Make sense?
How did he recognize his doctor? Well, he states that it was “his likeness”, but it wouldn’t have to be. In this state we can recognize someone simply by their energy signature.
And so his doc could have come to him in the form of a yellow ball of light and he still would have known who he was.)
Presumably I too was in my primal form, though this was something I did not observe but simply took for granted.
As he stood before me, a mute exchange of thought took place between us. The doctor had been delegated by the Earth to deliver a message to me, to tell me that there was a protest against my going away. I had no right to leave the Earth and must return.
The moment I heard that, the vision ceased.
I was profoundly disappointed, for now it all seemed to have been for nothing. The painful process of defoliation had been in vain, and I was not to be allowed to enter the temple, to join the people in whose company I belonged.
(AngelicView: By this, I’m sure he probably means his “soul group”. Those are the group of souls that we incarnate with over and over again in all kinds of places including - but not limited to - Earth.)
In reality, a good three weeks were still to pass before I could truly make up my mind to live again. I could not eat because all food repelled me.
The view of city and mountains from my sickbed seemed to me like a painted curtain with black holes in it, or a tattered sheet of newspaper full of photographs that meant nothing. Disappointed, I thought:
“Now I must return to ‘the box system’ again.”
(AngelicView: “The Box System” could be cities with square houses and square buildings - a boring frontier, or it could mean always have to be politically correct and thinking inside the box.)
For it seemed to me as if behind the horizon of the cosmos a three-dimensional world had been artificially built up, in which each person sat by himself in a little box.
And now I should have to convince myself all over again that this was important! Life and the whole world struck me as a prison, and it bothered me beyond measure that I should again be finding all that quite in order.
I had been so glad to shed it all, and now it had come about that I - along with everyone else - would again be hung up in a box by a thread.
While I floated in space, I had been weightless, and there had been nothing tugging at me. And now all that was to be a thing of the past!
(AngelicView: Next Dr. Jung tells us that he felt that his doctor was going to die soon. And then his doctor did die while Dr. Jung was still in the hospital.
He says that he was trying to tell his doctor that he was the Primal Form of the Basileus of Kos and his doc doesn’t believe him. Of course, he probably thinks Dr. Jung has lost his mind, right?)
“Why does he always pretend he doesn’t know he is a basileus of Kos? And that he has already assumed his primal form? He wants to make me believe that he doesn’t know!”
(AngelicView: Back then people used to be in the hospital for long periods of time. He talks about the next few weeks and being in the hospital. He had visions of things going on in the room around him from another dimension. This is very common after an NDE, and usually resolves after a short period of time. Please note that I have cut out the majority of the details of his visions. See the link at the bottom of the article if you want to go and read the full story. He also saw a blue halo of light around his nurse, which is also very common after an NDE.)
During those weeks I lived in a strange rhythm. By day I was usually depressed. I felt weak and wretched, and scarcely dared to stir. Gloomily, I thought:
“Now I must go back to this drab world.”
Toward evening I would fall asleep, and my sleep would last until about midnight.
Then I would come to myself and lie awake for about an hour, but in an utterly transformed state. It was as if I were in an ecstasy.
I felt as though I were floating in space, as though I were safe in the womb of the universe in a tremendous void, but filled with the highest possible feeling of happiness.
“This is eternal bliss,” I thought. “This cannot be described; it is far too wonderful!”
Everything around me seemed enchanted.
At this hour of the night the nurse brought me some food she had warmed for only then was I able to take any, and I ate with appetite.
For a time it seemed to me that she was an old Jewish woman, much older than she actually was, and that she was preparing ritual kosher dishes for me.
When I looked at her, she seemed to have a blue halo around her head.
Gradually, the motifs mingled and paled. Usually the visions lasted for about an hour; then I would fall asleep again. By the time morning drew near, I would feel:
“Now gray morning is coming again; now comes the gray world with its boxes! What idiocy, what hideous nonsense!
Those inner states were so fantastically beautiful that by comparison this world appeared downright ridiculous.”
As I approached closer to life again, they grew fainter, and scarcely three weeks after the first vision they ceased altogether.
It is impossible to convey the beauty and intensity of emotion during those visions. They were the most tremendous things I have ever experienced.
And what a contrast the day was: I was tormented and on edge; everything irritated me; everything was too material, too crude and clumsy, terribly limited both spatially and spiritually.
It was all an imprisonment, for reasons impossible to divine, and yet it had a kind of hypnotic power, a cogency, as if it were reality itself, for all that I had clearly perceived its emptiness.
Although my belief in the world returned to me, I have never since entirely freed myself of the impression that:
…this life is a segment of existence which is enacted in a three-dimensional box-like universe especially set up for it.
There is something else I quite distinctly remember. At the beginning, when I was having the vision of the garden of pomegranates, I asked the nurse to forgive me if she were harmed:
“There was such sanctity in the room,” I said, “that it might be harmful to her.”
Of course she did not understand me.
For me the presence of sanctity had a magical atmosphere; I feared it might be unendurable to others. I understood then why one speaks of the odor of sanctity, of the “sweet smell” of the Holy Ghost. This was it.
There was a pneuma of inexpressible sanctity in the room, whose manifestation was the mysterium coniunctionis.
(AngelicView: This is my interpretation: In the world we have blinders on to other dimensions of existence.
There are things going on all around us all the time, and we just can’t experience them. As your vibration increases and you become closer to “heaven” or a higher dimension, then you can see, feel, and experience these things.
But as you come back from your NDE and your vibration gradually lowers back down to normal 3D existence, you lose sight of these other things and people.
As far as him thinking that it would harm the nurse, it is said that if you placed your entire “higher-self” soul into a 3D body, the body would literally explode - it would be destroyed.
Therefore, he was afraid that if these things were going on in the room then surely they could harm the nurse - who was actually completely oblivious to the goings-on.)
I would never have imagined that any such experience was possible. It was not a product of imagination.
The visions and experiences were utterly real; there was nothing subjective about them; they all had a quality of absolute objectivity.
We shy away from the word “eternal,” but I can describe the experience only as the ecstasy of a non-temporal state in which present, past, and future are one.
Everything that happens in time had been brought together into a concrete whole. Nothing was distributed over time, nothing could be measured by temporal concepts.
The experience might best be defined as astate of feeling, but one which cannot be produced by imagination.
How can I imagine that I exist simultaneously the day before yesterday, today, and the day after tomorrow?
There would be things which would not yet have begun, other things which would be indubitably present, and others again which would already be finished and yet all this would be one.
The only thing that feeling could grasp would be a sum, an iridescent whole, containing all at once expectation of a beginning, surprise at what is now happening, and satisfaction or disappointment with the result of what has happened.
One is interwoven into an indescribable whole and yet observes it with complete objectivity.
I experienced this objectivity once again later on. That was after the death of my wife. I saw her in a dream which was like a vision.
She stood at some distance from me, looking at me squarely. She was in her prime, perhaps about thirty, and wearing the dress which had been made for her many years before by my cousin.
It was perhaps the most beautiful thing she had ever worn. Her expression was neither joyful nor sad, but, rather, objectively wise and understanding, without the slightest emotional reaction, as though she were beyond the mist of affects.
I knew that it was not she, but a portrait she had made or commissioned for me. It contained the beginning of our relationship, the events of fifty-three years of marriage, and the end of her life also.
Face to face with such wholeness one remains speechless, for it can scarcely be comprehended.
The objectivity which I experienced in this dream and in the visions is part of a completed individuation.
It signifies detachment from valuations and from what we call emotional ties. In general, emotional ties are very important to human beings.
But they still contain projections, and it is essential to withdraw these projections in order to attain to oneself and to objectivity.
Emotional relationships are relationships of desire, tainted by coercion and constraint; something is expected from the other person, and that makes him and ourselves unfree.
Objective cognition lies hidden behind the attraction of the emotional relationship; it seems to be the central secret.
Only through objective cognition is the real coniunctio possible.
After the illness a fruitful period of work began for me. A good many of my principal works were written only then.
The insight I had had, or the vision of the end of all things, gave me the courage to undertake new formulations.
I no longer attempted to put across my own opinion, but surrendered myself to the current of my thoughts. Thus one problem after the other revealed itself to me and took shape.
Something else, too, came to me from my illness. I might formulate it as an affirmation of things as they are: an unconditional “yes” to that which is, without subjective protests acceptance of the conditions of existence as I see them and understand them, acceptance of my own nature, as I happen to be.
At the beginning of the illness I had the feeling that there was something wrong with my attitude, and that I was to some extent responsible for the mishap.
But when one follows the path of individuation, when one lives one’s own life, one must take mistakes into the bargain; life would not be complete without them.
There is no guarantee not for a single moment that we will not fall into error or stumble into deadly peril. We may think there is a sure road. But that would be the road of death.
Then nothing happens any longer at any rate, not the right things. Anyone who takes the sure road is as good as dead.
(AngelicView: I don’t think he is using the word “death” and “dead” in a negative sense.
I think what he is saying here is that in the higher dimensions, or that which one might call “heaven”, everything is perfect.
There is no negativity and no fighting, no struggle, no war, no mistakes.
Sounds great, aye? So I think he is saying that if you expect your life to be perfect, then you might as well not be here on Earth, where we are to learn about imperfection.)
It was only after the illness that I understood how important it is to affirm one’s own destiny. In this way we forge an ego that does not break down when incomprehensible things happen; an ego that endures, that endures the truth, and that is capable of coping with the world and with fate.
Then, to experience defeat is also to experience victory. Nothing is disturbed neither inwardly nor outwardly, for one’s own continuity has withstood the current of life and of time. But that can come to pass only when one does not meddle inquisitively with the workings of fate.
(AngelicView: Okay, did you get all that? I think what he is saying here is that our lives are pre-planned - at least the major things.
For example, let’s say that you are divorced. In truth, fate (or your pre-planning of your life) dictated that that divorce was going to happen.
So if you look at your divorce from that higher perspective, you can see that although it is good to learn from that relationship and the ending of it, you don’t need to beat yourself up over your divorce and obsess over all the things you could have done to prevent it.
It was always going to happen, and there was nothing you could have done to prevent it from happening.
See “So You’re Trying to tell me that I Chose This?” for more.)
I have also realized that one must accept the thoughts that go on within oneself of their own accord as part of one’s reality.
The categories of true and false are, of course, always present; but because they are not binding they take second place. The presence of thoughts is more important than our subjective judgment of them. But neither must these judgments be suppressed, for they also are existent thoughts which are part of our wholeness.
Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.
~Carl Jung
Comments from the Webmaster
Carl Jung’s experience is a typical transcendental NDE which shares many characteristics with multitudes of other NDEs such as experiencing: (1)
an ultra-real and ultra-vivid realm which is impossible to forget, (2) multiple realms of
existence, (3)
the Void, (4)
observations of the Earth from outer space, (5) a heavenly temple,
(6) an encounter with the Light, (7) an encounter with Jesus during his experience of the Marriage Supper of the Lamb, (8) lessons concerning the human ego, (9) a timeless realm, (10) heavenly music,
(11) feelings of intense peace and ecstasy, (12) the receiving of higher knowledge, (13) mental telepathy, (14) a life review, (15) an understanding of the mechanics of reincarnation, (16)
meeting the “primal form” (i.e. higher self) of people still living on Earth, (17) visions of the future, and (18) an inability to adequately describe the experience.
(AngelicView: I posted here only part of his experience, although it was the majority of his NDE. If you’d like to look at the full story - follow this link to Near-Death.com)
Source:http://angelicview.wordpress.com/2014/01/21/he-who-looks-outside-dreams-he-who-looks-inside-awakes/
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