CG Jung & The Red Book

Haven't read the Red Book, but admire CG Jungs other works. A great and powerful thinker.

Forgot about that book, I sent a query to the publishers, and they blew me off.

Shoot me a PM with your email and I'll send you a copy :)

Oh I want to take my time and read this. Bea do you have to download them separately. Or is there one link for everything I'm not seeing?

Sent you a PM Angels. I'll send them via email, pdf format :)

responded! Thanks Bea!!

Ok, emailing's not working, files too big. If you've asked, I'll be sending a link for an external download as soon as they upload. Sorry about that... I forget the files are huge, hehe.

Jung's Gnostic Mona Lisa

The art in the Red Book, wow... that's what's taking so long on the file upload. Again, you want it, message or email me if you're not upgraded. I'll send you the download links once they're working :)

Just sent the links to those who asked, enjoy :)

Going to take my time to read through it too. But a pick yellow bump for you.

My favorite Bump.

Say yah wanna get a little bump in here.

I have the hardcopy. It seems mostly to be in German, which I do not capiche.

"Forever Jung..."

Yup, lol... one of the pdf's is an English version. Email me and I'll shoot you a link. :)

I've just started studying the text with a group of wonderful women - yes, ALL women! - and we are working our way slowly through the text . . .

We have a Jungian analyst on hand, and several people in the group have been in, or are undergoing, Jungian analysis.

For the upthread comment that said the hard copy seems to be in German, you will find a complete translation at the back, of both the Red Book and the Black Book journals (Libre Primus and Libre Secondus)

The decision to publish the German, true to its original size, was to give all of us a chance to see what Jung himself produced . . . very few people have had the chance to view the original folio.

I'm very struck by the fact that Jung chose to stay with what he felt was most important - the soul and its unfolding incarnation. He could have bent himself toward Freud's judgment and become the leading light of European psychiatry and psychoanalysis. That he chose to walk away from Freud, from the editorship of Freud's journal, from his teaching position, and from his hospital appointment - all so that he could remain true to his own soul and his own calling - is breath-taking to me.

I see that world differently because of these journals. This was the foundation of all the work that came after WW1. I'm grateful he had the courage and determination to face his own inner demons and emerge victorious. And that he left a clear map for the rest of us.

I look forward to any responses to the work!

a laugh for you...


A servant enrolled his donkey in a race and WON.

The local papers read


Servant's ASS WON


The king was upset with this kind of publicity.

He ordered the servant not to enter the donkey in another race.

Next day the local paper head line read:


KING SCRATCHES SERVANTS ASS


This was too much for the king,

he ordered the servant to get rid of the donkey.

He gave the donkey to the queen.

Next day the local papers read:


"QUEEN HAS THE BEST ASS IN THE TOWN '"


The king fainted.Queen sold the donkey to a farmer for $10.

Next day the paper read:


QUEEN SELLS HER ASS FOR $10


This was too much.

He orders the queen to buy back the donkey

and leave it in the jungle.

Next day the paper read:


QUEEN ANNOUNCES THAT HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE.


king was burried the next day,

That's the power of media.

This book is now out. I have a copy. It is here on line.

There are two different edition. One readers edition, no art. The other a copy of original with art, but very large and hard to handle and read.

[link to www.naderlibrary.com]

[link to www.rmanyc.org]

A quote from the book, a vision of 99 years ago.

[15] It happened in October of the year 1913 as I was leaving alone for a journey, that during the day I was suddenly overcome in broad daylight by a vision: I saw a terrible flood that covered all the northern and low-lying lands between the North Sea and the Alps. It reached from England up to Russia, and from the coast of the North Sea right up to the Alps. I saw yellow waves, swimming rubble, and the death of countless thousands.

This vision lasted for two hours, it confused me and made me ill. I was not able to interpret it. Two weeks passed then the vision returned, still more violent than before, and an inner voice spoke: "Look at it, it is completely real, and it will come to pass. You cannot doubt this." I wrestled again for two hours with this vision, but it held me fast. It left me exhausted and confused. And I thought my mind had gone crazy. [16]

From then on the anxiety toward the terrible event that stood directly before us kept coming back. Once I also saw a sea of blood over the northern lands.

In the year 1914 in the month of June, at the beginning and end of the month, and at the beginning of July, I had the same dream three times: I was in a foreign land, and suddenly, overnight and right in the middle of summer, a terrible cold descended from space. All seas and rivers were locked in ice, every green living thing had frozen.

The second dream was thoroughly similar to this. But the third dream at the beginning of July went as follows:

I was in a remote English land. [17] It was necessary that I return to my homeland with a fast ship as speedily as possible. [18] I reached home quickly. [19] In my homeland I found that in the middle of summer a terrible cold had fallen from space, which had turned every living thing into ice. There stood a leaf-bearing but fruitless tree, whose leaves had turned into sweet grapes full of healing juice through the working of the frost. [20] I picked some grapes and gave them to a great waiting throng. [21]

In reality, now, it was so: At the time when the great war broke out between the peoples of Europe, I found myself in Scotland, [22] compelled by the war to choose the fastest ship and the shortest route home. I encountered the colossal cold that froze everything, I met up with the flood, the sea of blood, and found my barren tree whose leaves the frost had transformed into a remedy. And I plucked the ripe fruit and gave it to you and I do not know what I poured out for you, what bitter-sweet intoxicating drink which left on your tongues an aftertaste of blood.