Whoever does not value his own life will lose it. Now you must live.
Others ought to look after themselves and do not stand where your knife stabs. You
shouldn’t become a monkey and fool to others- for the sake of tomfoolery. ~Jung’s Soul, The Black Books, Vol. V, Page 205
In 1912 Jung cited the following lines from the Bhagavad Gita, chapter 4, verse 24 (in English in Edwin Arnold’s 1885 translation) :
“All ‘s then God! The sacrifice is Brahm, the ghee and the grain / Are Brahm, the fire is Brahm, the flesh it eats / is Brahm, and unto Brahm attaineth he / Who, in such office, meditates on Brahm” (Transformations and Symbols of the Libido, CW B, § 242n.). ~ The Black Books, Vol. V, Page 205, fn 4
Oh, you speak of the book, that I forced you to read- a teacher, who should learn from his own children!-it was not I, noble master, who raised himself and was presumptuous.
It was a dream vision gifted to me, a gift of heaven, that fell to me that night from the middle of the fourfold division of the world, when I saw the starry heaven of the eternal desert for the first time.
Yes, what nights! I wasn’t presumptuous, a dream from unknown eternity was.
I longed for you, my most beautiful friend, in all cold and foggy darknesses, in all the confusion and sickness of Europe.
Yet you were far and only once did I hear a distant message from you.
Yes, I have seen your true divine beauty; I didn’t do it from the hubris of my imagination, but the dream from the foreign heaven showed it to me.
My eye was truly unworthy, my understanding, dull. I believed that I had seen you, but I saw only your appearance, and I didn’t know this.
Net: I didn’t teach you from myself, from my hubris, but the dream sent from the heaven of the Gods showed it to me.
I didn’t teach you my wisdom, but I taught you from a book that I found on the carpet, the red carpet of your he-use chamber.
It lay in your house.
The book didn’t belong to me. It was precious and more beautifully written than I could ever write.
I never saw more delicate, whiter parchment than this, never was there a blacker ink than that which the book was written with.
It was indeed an old book, and it spoke a language which wasn’t my language, but one more beautiful and perfect than there truly has been on earth.
And how could I have taught you, if that dream hadn’t shown it, that thrice blessed dream, that truly flowed to me from the heart of the world. ~Carl Jung, The Black Books, Vol. VII, Page 223
Toni Wolff was brought by her mother to see Jung Black Books On September 20, 1910, at the age of twenty-three, Toni Wolff was brought by her mother to see Jung. According to her sister Erna, he had successfully treated the son of a friend of her mother’s, who consequently recommended Jung. According to … Read more
I caught sight of a woman [Toni Wolff] three years ago Black Books In an entry on November 15, 1913, Jung’s “I” said to his soul: “I caught sight of a woman [Toni Wolff three years ago, whose soul seemed to me more valuable than my marital anxiety. I conquered my fear out of love … Read more
