My book was declared to be rubbish; I was a mystic.

My book was declared to be rubbish; I was a mystic.

Memories, Dreams, Reflections Publisher: Vintage; Revised Edition edition

After the break with Freud, all my friends and acquaintances dropped away.

My book was declared to be rubbish; I was a mystic, and that settled the matter.

Riklin and Maeder alone stuck by me. But I had foreseen my isolation and harbored no illusion about the reactions of my so-called friends.

That was a point I had thoroughly considered beforehand. I had known that everything was at stake, and that I had to take a stand for my convictions.

I realized that the chapter, “The Sacrifice,”* meant my own sacrifice. Having reached this insight, I was able to write again, even though I knew that my ideas would go uncomprehended. ~Carl Jung; Memories, Dreams and Reflections, Pages 167-168

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