Further notes on Miguel Serrano

Posted on October 12, 2009 by Trish and Rob

Serrano at Nazi shrine in Chile

On October 7, we posted “The End of the Road” which, in part, told of the relationship of Chilean writer Miguel Serrano with Carl Jung and Herman Hesse. Their mutual interests in mystical realms was their point of connection. Years ago, Trish and I thoroughly enjoyed reading Serrano’s Jung & Hesse, Record of a Friendship.

Peter Levenda, author of Unholy Alliance and other books dealing with the occult and politics, read our post with particular interest. An expert on the mystical pursuits of Adolf Hitler and the Nazis, Levenda knows quite a bit about Serrano. He didn’t post a comment, because he knew he would be seeing us shortly. So Sunday, we met Peter for lunch in Delray Beach, Florida, a coastal community about halfway between our respective homes.

The restaurant we chose was closed so we ended up at Boston’s, on A1A. It wasn’t my first choice because it’s usually crowded and noisy on weekends. However, when we arrived, we were directed to the second floor where we found a table on the deserted balcony with a view overlooking the Atlantic. Trish and I had eaten there several times and never even knew there was second floor restaurant.

So part way through the lunch, Peter mentioned the post and asked us if we knew that Serrano was a life-long Nazi. He went on to detail his research into Serrano’s life and the books Serrano had written in Chile on Hitler as an avatar – an ascended master. We were stunned. And of course we thought: what about Jung?

Peter believes that Jung wasn’t an avowed Nazi or a supporter of Hitler. However, he was interested in a goverment that actively pursued mystical realms and occult forces, and that might’ve played a role in his relationship with Serrano. He also noted that Jung wrote very little about Jews, and never about the Kabala, the heart of Jewish mysticism. Peter pointed out that a group of Jungian scholars, in years past, actively attempted to distance Jung from the Nazis, and maintained that he was not a sympathizer.

After lunch we walked several blocks along A1A to the parking lot, arriving about five minutes after our meters had expired. We spotted a police car idling behind our respective vehicles and $30 tickets posted on the windshield. I tried briefly to talk the cop out of the tickets, but she would have none of that. As we drove off, I thought: like attracting like. We’d talked about Nazis at lunch and afterwards found a gestapo cop waiting for us.

Meanwhile, Peter is heading to Las Vegas this week to attend a conference of retired intelligence agents, where no one is allowed to enter the conference hall with a cell phone or even a notebook and pen. He plans to rush back to his room between sessions and write down everything he can remember. And maybe he’ll report back…if there any synchronicities among the ex-spies.
Rob

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Peter sent us these photos of Serrano from a power point presentation he gave at a lecture.
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As if to punctuate the theme of the day, Sunday night we watched the third episode of FlashForward, which we’d recorded, and it featured the story of an 86-year-old Nazi being held in a German prison. He revealed some information about the 137-second flash to the future everyone experienced.

Deirdre Bair in her biography about Jung, has some intriguing insights into Jung’s beliefs about the Nazis. One of the most baffling anecdotes came from the writer Philip Wylie, which remains undocumented and unverified to this day, says Bair.

Wylie contends that during a weekend in NY, Jung told him “in strictest confidence,” that Josef Goebbels, the Nazi minister of propaganda, had “commanded” Jung to travel to Berlin to attend public and private meetings with Hitler, Himmler, and Goebbels to “discern whether all four of them, as Goebbels feared, evidently were mad.” Wylie claims that Jung made the trip and “sat through enough of their show to know they were madmen.”

But apparently no one in Jung’s family or among his closest associates ever heard him tell this story. As Bair concludes, “As no evidence exists to corroborate Wylie’s tale of this secret trip to Germany, it must remain just one among many unsolved puzzles of Jung’s political behavior.”

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Jessie, The Golden

Posted on October 11, 2009 by Trish and Rob


Jessie after Hurricane Wilma, wondering why the mailbox looks so, well, weird.

When Megan was in third grade, her class invited parents to a Thanksgiving presentation about gratitude. Each student made something that expressed their gratitude for something in their lives. Megan had sculpted a dog from clay and when it was her turn to speak, she got up and presented her little sculpture.

“I’m grateful for the golden retriever I’m going to get,” she announced.

Rob and I looked at each other: Huh? We had three cats and no intention of getting a golden retriever, or any dog. And her little sculpture certainly looked like a Golden Retriever – right down to the ears, the tail, the body stance.

“And this is the dog,” she finished.

“We’re getting a dog?” we asked her later.

“I think so,” she replied.

A couple of weeks later, a friend of Megan’s asked if we would like a dog. The friend’s father was a school cop who trained dogs to sniff out drugs in lockers and one of their dogs, a golden retriever, had washed out of the program. No dog, nope, nope, we said.

And then we saw her, a beautiful reddish gold retriever about two years old, who had been given up by her original family when the son developed asthma. Now she had washed out of the drug-sniffing program, and was going to end up at the pound unless someone adopted her.

“We’ll try her for a few days,” we said. “See how she and the cats get along.”

Well, Jessie came into the house, the three cats came over, sniffing, checking her out, and Jessie’s tail wagged and wagged, and then she plopped down in front of Rob’s desk and that was that. She stayed for eleven wonderful years.

When Trish’s mother went into an Alzheimer’s unit, Jessie accompanied us each night for a visit – Rob, Trish, Megan, and Trish’s dad, whom we called Buddy. The residents all knew her – by name – even though they didn’t have a clue who we were. There were three women who were always on their way into Manhattan for dinner and a play, two of them dressed to kill, the third in her pajamas and big Barney the Dinosaur slippers, who Jessie always accompanied to the locked front door, where they believed their taxi awaited them, the magical Cinderella coach that would take them into NY.

“Where’s the cab, Jess?” Lillian would ask.

Jessie’s tail wagged, she barked, the women waited at the locked door, in the locked ward. For Jessie, all humans were worthy of love and affection.

When Megan and her friends played music and sang for the residents of the unit, Jessie waited patiently, listening, her paws seeming to tap to the music, her tail swishing rhythmically, to and fro.

When we moved to the house where we live now, we had to put the cats at the vet for a night. The day we brought all three into the new house, Jessie was at the door, greeting each of them, nose to nose, her tail wagging, and we realized these cats were as much her family as we were. When our dusky conure joined the menagerie, she used to ride on Jessie’s back and engage in this complicated ritual with doggie treats. Rob would pluck out a treat, hand it to Kali, and the bird would drop it directly into Jessie’s mouth, a mouth that could just as easily have eaten the bird.

We took Jessie everywhere – to the gym, the grocery store, vacations. She captured the hearts of everyone with whom she came into contact. Her love was always unconditional. She taught us about love. Family. Community. Every afternoon, Rob took her down to the park in our neighborhood to play Frisbee. Kids would gather around, get into theFrisbee groove, and pretty soon, we’d have teams. Jessie had her own fan club. Everyone in the neighborhood knew her – and she knew them.

At the end of Megan’s freshman year at college, Jessie made the trip across the state with us, but she wasn’t feeling well. It was hideously hot that day, mid-90s, no breeze, and she was suffering. One of us remained in the car with her, air conditioning blasting, while Megan’s stuff was loaded into the car. On the way back across the state, we stopped to let Jessie out and she could barely stand. That night, one of our cats stood vigil next to her, and we knew the end was near.

We took her to the vet the next morning, early, fast, and discovered she had some sort of throat problem – she couldn’t swallow, the prognosis sucked. Surgery that might not work, drugs that would cripple her. We opted for euthanasia. At the moment the vet injected her, her eyes flicked to each of us. She was aware, cognizant, she knew. She had gone the extra mile to wait until Megan was home again before she left. She had arrived when Megan was 8. She departed when Megan was 19.

Eleven years. In the grand scheme of things, it’s not that long. I feel her around sometimes, hear her claws tapping against the floor, hear her soft exhalations as she dreams. Just a few days ago,I found her Frisbee in the garage. But it’s now 18 months later and we still haven’t gotten another dog. It”s impossible to replace a dog whose soul was human.

But back to Megan and that third grade presentation: it’s a great example of precognition, an aspect of synchronicity. Megan not only knew we were going to get a dog, she got the breed right!

But what Megan didn’t know, what none of us knew, was how a dog would change our lives in such profound ways.

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SPLAT!

Posted on October 10, 2009 by Trish and Rob


This one comes from Jim Banholzer, a short, but funny story about a friend’s synchronicity.

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At first, my friend seemed excited by the concept of synchronicity when I mentioned your blog to him, and he told me a story about the end of a relationship. It was after his first year of college, and he was saying goodbye to his girlfriend when – out of the blue – a bird crapped on his forehead. Soon after that, they broke up, and he felt somewhat shat upon, so to speak.
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Talk about a sign! But there’s more. So when the man, now a professor, went to our blog, he cautioned Jim about getting involved here, pointing out that the definition at the top of the page was not grammatically correct. He probably is opposed to the colon after ‘or.’

We found that hilarious, at least the idea of warning a person away from a blog so as not to be associated with someone else’s grammatical error. Yikes! Yep, your career is toast, Jim!

He then wondered if the prof’s reaction to our blog related to his renewed annoyance of that trickster synchronicity from long ago. Maybe he will come back and straighten out our grammatical problems. We can only hope! Or: not.

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Neverland

Posted on October 10, 2009 by Trish and Rob


Simon Crump began work on his fourth book in 2006. He finished it just four hours before Michael Jackson’s death–an eerie synchronicity.

Entitled Neverland, it’s a series of interconnected short stories about the troubled superstar. According to the Guardian of the U.K. “It’s unexpectedly funny, as easy to read as a child’s language primer, but somehow a great and elegiac profundity lurks beneath its spare prose and outrageous absurdity.”

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Jung’s spirit guides

Posted on October 9, 2009 by Trish and Rob



“Show me a sane man and I will cure him for you.” Carl Jung

We recently wrote about Carl Jung’s apocalyptic visions in 1913 that seemed linked to World War I. Now here’s another interesting tale from Jung that dates back to 1916 when he wrote VII SERMONES AD MORTUOS, which basically means “The Seven Sermons to the Dead.”

The material, Jung said, was channeled over three evenings from Basilides in Alexandria. Basilides, a real person, was born in Syria and became a teacher in Alexandria in 133-155 AD.

Within the text, Abraxas (also the name of an album by Santana in the early1970s) is the name used for the Supreme Being that created individuality and mental powers. Upon death, individual human beings maintain the fullness of their human individuality rather than being absorbed into the oneness.

From this experience, Jung formulated the concept of the collective unconscious. He stated, “The collective unconscious is common to all. It is the foundation of what the ancients called the sympathy of all things. It is through the medium of the collective unconscious that information about a particular time and place can be transferred to another individual mind.”

That same year Jung said he was also contacted by a “highly cultivated elderly Indian” who had been a commentator on the Vedas (early Hindu sacred writings) and had died centuries ago. He would become one of Jung’s spirit guides (gurus). Rather than assume he had gone insane, Jung believed he had crossed into the same realm as the ancient priests and others who had experienced the divine.

During this time, Jung experienced hauntings and poltergeist experiences in his house. One day he finally shouted, “For God’s sake, what in the world is this?”

In unison, voices cried out, “We have come back from Jerusalem where we found not what we sought.” The next evening he began automatic writing VII SERMONES AD MORTUOS.
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Although we haven’t seen Jung’s The Red Book yet, it supposedly was written between 1914-1930, so this experience would fall within that time frame. The book is now on display at The Rubin Museum of Art in NYC. We hear that the art alone is worth the price of the book.

(Thanks to Bret Burquest for much of the above.)

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Moldavite: A Tool for Synchronicity?

Posted on October 8, 2009 by Trish and Rob

While we were in Cassadaga a few weeks back, we ran across a book called Moldavite: Starborn Stone of Transformation. Rob reminded me that years ago, a psychic friend had sent us a piece of moldavite, which he called the ET stone. So I bought the book.

The stone has an interesting history. Nearly 15 million years ago, a meteor crashed in what is now the Bohemian plateau of the Czech Republic. It’s believed that moldavite is a result of that meteor’s impact, but there are several theories about its origin. One theory is that it’s earthly rock melted by the heat of the meteor’s crash. Another theory contends that its origin is extraterrestrial, as our psychic friend had said.

According to author Robert Simmons, moldavite has been used as a spiritual talisman for at least 25,000 years, More recently it has been connected to the grail in the legend of the holy grail. Whatever its origins, it is now widely used for metaphysical purposes. Simmons says that working consciously with this stone causes chakras to open, your dream life becomes more vivid and meaningful, healings occur, it’s easier to communicate with spirit guides, and that synchronicities increase.

The morning after I read this, I went in search of moldavite in Cassadaga’s gift shops. We were told that the stone has become so popular that loose pieces of moldavite are becoming more difficult to find. I ended up buying a pair of moldavite earrings and the first time I wore them, I felt sort of spacey, the sides of my face turned warm. According to Simmons, this is normal. But nothing synchronistic happened.

When we got home, Rob found the piece of moldavite that had been given to us and we both began to work consciously with the stone. I sometimes wear the earrings when I write and it seems easier to get focused and to tune in. But maybe that’s just the placebo effect.

Then, last night, we went to a charity function held by a local gym and figured moldavite might facilitate some synchronicities. Rob pocketed his piece, I wore the earrings. Not too much happened until this morning, when Jim Banzholder sent us this story about synchronicities and moldavite. The timing was perfect. On the heels of our moldavite discovery, Jim’s friend had had a synchronistic moldavite experience.

When we read it, I asked Rob if he’d taken his moldavite out of his pocket. He hadn’t – and it was saved from the laundry because of Jim’s story. Don’t know if that last part qualifies as a synchronicity, but the laundry would’ve reduced the stone to bits and pieces!

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End of the Road

Posted on October 7, 2009 by Trish and Rob

Death is the ultimate journey, the ultimate transition, the end of the road. So it’s not surprising that it’s a fertile ground for the occurrence of synchronicity. In The Waking Dream, author Ray Grasse has collected a number of them. Here are some of the most unusual:

– Director John Huston’s last film was called The Dead.
– When John Lennon was murdered in 1980, his top-ten single was entitled, “Starting Over.”
– At the moment that the wife of author and psychologist Ken Wilber died, a powerful windstorm blew through the town where they lived. When Wilber checked the papers the following day, he discovered that the storm didn’t extend outside their town.
-Humorist Will Rogers died in a plane crash in 1928 with aviator Wiley Post. Rogers’ typewriter was found in the wreckage and the last word he had typed was “death.”
– When Hank Williams died, his most popular recording was “I’ll Never Get Out of This World Alive.”
-Singer Martin Gaye’s song, “I Heard It Through the Grapevine” surged in popularity a day after his death, when the movie The Big Chill was released and his song was used in the opening scenes of a funeral.

“Looked at deeply, every death has some significance symbolically,” Grasse writes.

In Jung & Hesse, Record of a Friendship, Chilean writer Miguel Serrano tells a remarkable story about the end of Jung’s life that was related by Jung’s daughter, as they stood in the garden of his Bollingen tower.

She led Serrano and his son to a tree under which Jung used to sit, and pointed at a huge scar that ran along the trunk from top to bottom. “When my father died, there was a tremendous storm over Kusnacht – something which never happens at that time of year. And in the course of the storm, this tree was struck by lightning.”

Serrano looked at the scar. “I took it as a sign that Jung had reached the center of universal forces; Nature had responded; it had been moved; there was synchronicity.”

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Jung’s Dream Premonitions

Posted on October 6, 2009 by Trish and Rob

In Jung’s autobiography, he recounts a number of premonitions he had through dreams and visions. One of the most interesting sequences began in the fall of 1913, when he felt that “the atmosphere actually seemed to me darker than it had been before. It was as though the sense of oppression no longer sprang exclusively from a psychic situation, but from concrete reality.”

In October 1913, while traveling solo, a vision swept over him. He saw a “monstrous flooding” that covered the northern and low-lying area between the North Sea and the Alps. As the flood water approached Switzerland, he saw that the mountains grew higher to protect the country. “I saw the mighty yellow waves, the floating rubble of civilization, and the drowned bodies of uncounted thousands. Then the whole sea turned to blood.” The vision, Jung wrote, lasted an hour.

Two weeks later, the vision recurred, even more vividly. He wrote that “an inner voice” spoke to him and made it clear that the vision was “wholly real and it will be so.”

He subsequently concluded that the vision had to do with him and that he “was menaced by psychosis.”

In the spring and early summer of 1914, he dreamed – 3 times – that a terrible cold “had again descended from out of the cosmos.” But at the end of the dream there was a lone leaf-bearing tree, but without fruit. Jung thought of it as his tree of life. Because of the frost, the leaves had been transformed into “sweet grapes full of healing juices. I plucked the leaves and gave them to a large, waiting crowd.”

On August 1, 1914, World War I broke out.
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This story is included in chapter 6, Confrontations with the Unconscious. It’s one of the most powerful in his autobiography.

If anyone has bought a copy of Jung’s Red Book and read it, we would love to hear wht you think about it. It’s selling on Amazon for $105.

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The Pauli Effect

Posted on October 5, 2009 by Trish and Rob

There are some people who, when they enter a room, stuff happens. Appliances go berserk, computers crash, cell phones act up. Physicist Wolfgang Pauli, one of the early supporters of Jung’s theory on synchronicity, was one such person. In fact, it happened so frequently when Pauli was around that his co-workers called it “the Pauli effect.” But with Pauli, the effect could happen when he wasn’t even present.

In Deciphering the Cosmic Number: The Strange Friendship of Wolfgang Pauli and Carl Jung, author Arthur I. Miller discusses an incident that happened in the 1920s. One afternoon at the University of Gottingen in Germany, a complicated apparatus for the study of atoms collapsed, without apparent cause. Pauli was in Switzerland at the time. “At last, said his colleagues, relieved, here was clear proof it couldn’t be the Pauli effect.” The professor in charge of the laboratory wrote Pauli, telling him abut the event. After a protracted delay, he received a letter from Pauli saying that he had been on his way to Copenhagen, but at the moment the equipment broke down, his train had stopped for a few minutes at the Gottingen station.

Miller also relates another story that happened in 1955. In celebration of the 50th anniversary of the discovery of Einstein’s special theory of relativity, Pauli was to lecture at the Zurich Physical Society. Three of his friends and colleagues had dinner with him beforehand, then they all set out for the lecture. One Swiss physicist was on his scooter, saw he was low on gas, and stopped at a gas station. His scooter caught fire, was totaled, and he had to walk. A second Swiss physicist discovered that his bike had two flat tires, so he had to walk, too. The third man took the tram, which he did frequently, but forgot to get off at the right stop.

They all made it to the lecture, but as one of the men observed, “A defining feature of the Pauli effect was that Pauli himself never experienced any harm.”

As one of Pauli’s close friends noted, “It is quite legitimate to understand the ‘Pauli effect’ as a synchronistic phenomenon as conceived by Jung.”
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Do any of you know someone like this?

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Updated Signs

Posted on October 4, 2009 by Trish and Rob

This post is an update to The Sign, that comes from Nevine. We talked about it- was it really a synchronicity since both people knew what the other liked in books? We decided it was a good example of the kind of telepathy involved in close relationships.
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Well, let me tell you about my little experience, last weekend. While you were at Barnes and Noble, I was at Borders. I’d just finished with an appointment at my hair salon and was at Borders, really, to pick up my husband, who was waiting for me there. Well, I didn’t find him, and I figured he’d walked to his favorite cigar shop around the corner. So, I wanted to see what was new at Borders, and I saw that “The Lost Symbol” was available, as was Ted Kennedy’s “True Compass”. I knew my husband had talked about Kennedy’s book, so I picked it up for him, and “The Lost Symbol” for myself. Then, I walked to the cigar shop to find my husband. There he was, with his cigar in his hand, smiling at me as I walked in the door. And he said to me, “Check out what I got at Borders. I got ‘The Lost Symbol’ for you, and ‘True Compass’ for me.”
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A psychic exchange.
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UPDATE on the UPDATE
When we first posted IT’S A SIGN, I mentioned the phrase AS ABOVE, SO BELOW to explain the odd sequence of reading passages from two books that seemed to go together, one from the POV of a helicopter pilot chasing a car, and one from the driver of a car being chased by a helicopter. And both in desert settings. I didn’t buy either book, but Trish bought THE LOST SYMBOL. So I was reading Dan Brown’s novel on a recent trip, and oddly enough ne of the themes repeated 2 or 3 times in the first 100 pages was: AS ABOVE, SO BELOW.
Rob

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