Carl Jung writes Emma: Suddenly there was a terrible crash under my floor, a rattling, clattering, and tinkling.
…..Steamer Kaiser Wilhelm der Grosse
North German Lloyd
BREMEN
September 25, 1909
. . . . Yesterday there was a storm that lasted all day until nearly midnight.
Most of the day I stood up front, under the bridge, on a protected and elevated spot, and admired the magnificent spectacle as the mountainous waves rolled up and poured a whirling cloud of foam over the ship.
The ship began to roll fearfully, and several times we were soaked by a salty shower. It turned cold, and we went in for a cup of tea. I
nside, however, the t>rain flowed down the spinal canal and tried to come out again from under the stomach.
Consequently I retired to my bed, where I soon felt fine again and later was able to consume a pleasant supper.
Outside from time to time a wave thundered against the ship.
The objects in my cabin had all come to life: the sofa cushion crawled about on the floor in the semidarkness; a recumbent shoe sat up, looked around in astonishment, and then shuffled quietly off under the sofa; a standing shoe turned wearily on its side and followed its mate.
Now the scene changed.
I realized that the shoes had gone under the sofa to fetch my bag and brief case.
The whole company paraded over to join the big trunk under the bed.
One sleeve of my shirt on the sofa waved longingly after them, and from inside the chests and drawers came rumbles and rattles.
Suddenly there was a terrible crash under my floor, a rattling, clattering, and tinkling.
One of the kitchens is underneath There, at one blow, five hundred plates had been awakened from their deathlike torpor and with a single bold leap had put a sudden end to their dreary existence as slaves.
In all the cabins round about, unspeakable groans betrayed the secrets of the menu.
I slept like a top, and this morning the wind is beginning to blow from another side. . . . ~Carl Jung Letter to Emma Jung, Memories Dreams Reflections, Page 370
You should visit it [Bollingen]. I have helped Jung perform some rites there. In the morning, when he came into his little kitchen, Jung would greet each one of his cooking utensils-the saucepans, pots, and frying pans. He told me I must also do so. “They understand and appreciate it.” ~Ruth Bailey, Jung-Hesse A Friendship, Page 98.
Jung always used the same frying pan and pots because they were his friends, and he considered them old acquaintances with whom to chat in the solitude of his retreat. For Jung, all things are animated with their own life, or with the life he transmits to them! ~Ruth Bailey, Jung-Hesse A Friendship, Page 98.
One of the last times he went to the tower, for instance, he hadn’t been there for a long time, and the first days the covers of the pans liked to jump off and fall on the floor in the wrong moments. And you know how objects can absolutely misbehave. So he put himself up in the middle of the kitchen and said, “Now ladies and gentlemen, pots and spoons, I know I have neglected you for a long time, and you are angry with me, but I beg your pardon, and I ask you now to cooperate again.” ~Marie-Louise von Franz, A Matter of Heart
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