[A Dream Carl Jung had as a young man.]

About this time I had a dream which both frightened and encouraged me. 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 ray hands cupped around a tiny light which threatened to go out at any moment.

Everything depended on my keeping this little light alive.

Suddenly I had the feeling that something was coming up behind me. I looked back, and saw a gigantic black figure following me.

But at the same moment I was conscious, in spite of my terror, that I must keep my little light going through night and wind, regardless of all dangers.

When I awoke I realized at once that the figure was a “specter of the Brocken,” my own shadow on the swirling mists, brought into being by the little light I was carrying.

I blew, too, that this little light was my consciousness, the only light I have.

My own understanding is the sole treasure I possess, and the greatest.

Though infinitely small and fragile in comparison with the powers of darkness, it is still a light, my only light. ~Carl Jung, Memories Dreams and Reflections, Page 87.

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