Jung and Spiritualism

While thumbing through Deirdre’s Bair wonderful biography of Jung, I ran across some fascinating insights into Jung, the mystic.

According to Bair, Jung’s interest in psychiatry as a specialty dated from his first year in medical school, when two inexplicable events happened  that led him to “read widely about Spiritualism, then considered a related adjunct to psychiatry.” (Spiritualism – communication with spirits – as a related adjunct to psychiatry? Wow. How times have changed!)

One summer afternoon, Jung was studying in his room when he heard a loud noise, like pistol shots, coming from the dining room. He ran out into the dining room, where a 70-year-old walnut table, a family heirloom, had split down the middle. Bair notes that the split had nothing to do with the constructions or the weather.The day was hot and humid – as opposed to a cold, dry, winter day when “such mishaps might be expected.”

A few weeks later, Jung got home to find his mother, sister and the maid in turmoil. There apparently had been another noise, from a “solid piece of Swiss nineteenth century furniture.” The women had been too frightened to look for the cause, so Jung looked. At the side cupboard, where the bread was usually stored, “there lay a bread knife, its blade neatly severed in several places in a manner that could not have occurred naturally.”

Jung took the knife to a cutler, who insisted the knife could only have been broken intentionally. After this, Jung began to read widely about Spiritualism. Emmanuel Kant’s Dreams of a Spirit Seer was one such book. He also read Zollner, Crookes, and Swedenborg.”…the more he read, the more he was convinced that there had to be something to the worldwide coincidences, where the same seemingly unexplainable phenomena kept being reported over and over. He did not surrender entirely to the total authenticity of these views, but they were nonetheless the first sustained accounts he had read of objective psychic phenomena.”

From descriptions in Bair’s biography, it’s apparent that Jung’s mother, Emilie, was probably psychic. As a youngster, she had visions, and she grew up in a large clan of nephews, nieces, and cousins who had similar visions, “believed in ghosts and visits from various spirits, and some even talked in tongues.” It was Emilie, in fact, who after the first incident with the splitting of the dining room table, spoke in her No. 2 voice: “Yes yes, that means something.”

While growing up, Jung attended seances, experimented with “table tilting,” and  Ouija boards. Later, his doctoral dissertation was entitled, “On the Psychology and Pathology of So-Called Occult Phenomena.” The dissertation was well-received by the medical community because Jung was fastidious in presenting established case histories from the writings of William James and others. But he also used one of his relatives as a case history, disguising her with initials, which fooled no one in the family. When the dissertation was published, his family was ticked off.

So here was Jung –  the man whose explorations gave birth to terms like synchronicity, the collective unconscious, archetypes – who seemed to have been primed from a very young age for his mystical leanings. In his later years, after he began building his “castle” on the shore of Lake Zurich, Jung had several experiences with spirits. In the winter of 1924, Bair writes, “Jung spent long periods alone at the tower, and he too, experienced ghostly presences. He heard music, as if an orchestra were playing; he envisioned a host of young peasant men who seemed to be encircling the tower with music laughter, singing, and roughhousing.” Jung writes about these experiences in his autobiography, Memories, Dreams, and Reflections. 


Even in a biography as exhaustive as Bair’s, even with all that has been written about Jung, even in his autobiography, he remains elusive, mysterious, unknowable. Even the best writings don’t really reveal the secrets that lay within Jung’s heart. What did he think and feel when he sat beneath a tree that would, on the day of his death, be split in two by lightning? How did he reconcile his relationship with his mistress, Toni Wolff,  with his long marriage to Emma? We have hints, but will never really know. 

What we have, though, are the kernels of Jung’s brilliance, his inventiveness, his immersion in the greatest mysteries. He left it to the rest of us to figure out!
– Trish

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Animal Companions

Noah at the dog park 

Today on Daily Grail, we ran across an interesting link about dogs trained to predict seizures in epileptics. It sounds like the kind of area that British biologist and author Rupert Sheldrake might be researching.
Eddie is a three-year-old terrier who was abandoned at an animal rescue center in because his owners couldn’t control him. It turns out that his energetic nature made him an ideal seizure alert dog. He was trained at Sheffield Support Dogs, the only facility of its kind in the UK. Seizure alert dogs apparently fall into the same category as seeing eye dogs, but they aren’t just companions. Their job is to predict.

Eddie the terrier ended up with Andrew Eccles, who has never taken anti-convulsants for his condition, but hopes that Eddie may make it possible for him to spend quality time with his daughter and to do nornal things with her – like go to the park. When Eddie alerts Andrew about an impending seizure, he has time to sit down or get himself someplace safe where he won’t hurt himself or his daughter.

One seizure alert dog, for instance, licks his owner’s left hand  “obsessively”  fifty minutes before a major seizure. For a minor seizure, the dog licks her hand three times, then paws her. Quoting from the article linked above: “It’s not known how dogs like Eddie can sense that a seizure is about to occur though there are three main theories; firstly there may be micro expressions that the dog can pick up which precede a seizure, there may be a particular scent generated which the dog is sensitive to and finally it may be that the dog can sense disturbances in the electric field which are caused by a seizure.”

 Finding this article was something of a synchronicity for us. Earlier today, one of the stray cats we feed, Smoke, seemed incredibly lethargic, wouldn’t eat, could barely walk, so we brought her indoors and called the vet.

Smoke first appeared in our back yard when the housing market went south two years ago and people who had lost their homes began to abandon their pets. She wandered into our yard one hot afternoon, timid, hungry, with such soft, plaintive eyes that of course we fed her. Eventually, she moved onto our screened porch and pretty much claimed that area as her own. Our other cats didn’t like her, so she stayed outside, seemingly content to wander around the pool area on cool days, always coming onto the porch at night. We kept trying to convince neighbors and friends to adopt her, but most of the people we know already have pets or have dogs who don’t like cats. So she stayed on our porch.

While she was inside, laying against the cool tile floor, Noah came up to her and sniffed her side. Usually, Smoke hisses at Noah. Not today. Noah kept sniffing, then began to lick Smoke’s side, a slow, loving lick, like he knew something we didn’t.

A few minutes later, our male cat, Simba, moved warily toward Smoke. He usually hisses at her and races past her. But today, he paused and moved closer, sniffing as the same area where Noah had sniffed and licked. It was eerie. It was then we realized that Smoke was seriously ill. By the time we got her to the vet, she wasn’t responding to visual stimuli.

The vet’s prognosis was bad – kidney failure, a possible tumor, diabetes. We made the heartbreaking decision to have her put down. In the moments before the drug took effect, she made a soft, plaintive sound, and her eyes fixed on Megan and me. She knew. Megan and I stood there sobbing, whispering to her, and I felt so ridden with guilt that I hadn’t made a more gallant effort to have her accepted by our other cats.

Unfortunately, the few photos we had of Smoke were lost in various computer crashes. Think: ash gray, amber eyes, a plump Buddha cat. 

May your journey be joyful,  Smoke. Please return to us.

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From Aliens to Zombies and other stuff

Trish and I are at the Southern Independent Bookseller’s Association today in Daytona Beach, Florida where she is about to sign books. Afterwards, we head to the spiritualist community of Cassadaga, a small town of mediums in a hilly pine forest in Central Florida. We’ve been there many times and have had many unusual experiences among the living and the dead. The rock band Bright Eyes actually entitled one of their albums Cassadaga, and they included a song called Four Winds with these lyrics:…”went to Cassadaga to talk to the dead, they said you better look alive.”

Hopefully, we’ll gather more spirit contact stories for our next synchro book. I guess it’s now a good time as any to mention that we’ve been offered a contract for our proposal and we have accepted. Adams Media, which published The 7 Secrets, will publish our ‘spooky’ sequel, which tentatively will be called: Synchronicity and the Other Side.

But back to the conference. Since I’m here officially as a blogger, I better blog something about it. So, late this morning Trish was on a panel with four other writers. The name of the panel: From Aliens to Zombies. Needless to say, there were a lot good laughs. Most of the writers were authors of freaky alien-monster fiction for children and young adults.

One author, Adam Troy Castro, talked about his alphabet series, the A-Z of  Horror. Each letter apparently gets two pages: A is for Apocalypse, H is for Howl, Q is for Quiver, V is for Vampire, Z is for Zombie…etc. 

David Halperin, a retired professor of religious studies at the University of North Carolina talked about his novel, The Journal of a UFO Investigator. He said when he was a teenager he was involved in a group investigating UFO reports and now that he’s retired, he’s returned to his youthful interest. He mentioned in passing that you can’t get tenured very easily as a UFO investigator. That got a few laughs.

Another author, Jessica Rene, talked about her Sleepy Hollow ghost series and told the audience that not only is Sleepy Hollow an actual town, but she will be there on Halloween to do a book signing… in the town graveyard. Yikes!

Then there was Ursula Vernon who talked about her Dragon Breath series for 8-12 year olds. The new one has an unusual title: The Curse of the Were-Weiner. She said it’s mostly for boy, but some girls are interested, too. Okay. Moving on.

Trish of course talked about her new novel, ESPERANZA and nudged by a question from the audience revealed that Johnny Depp’s production company has taken an interest and asked for more time to consider it. Yay! Fingers crossed on that one.

After the seven-minute introductions, the audience asked more questions and the panel also questioned their fellow members. That’s when Trish got on the case of the UFO Investigator guy, who didn’t believe or disbelieve in aliens or UFOs. Trish pushed him to take a stand, and he said something about no UFOs have landed on the White House lawn. Trish responded, “Why do they have to land there?” David H. shrugged and said, “I suppose they could land on Sarah Palin’s lawn.”

That’s when someone shouted that she can see aliens from her back porch in Wasilla. And with that, the panel discussion closed.

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The Event

Meet cutie Jason Ritter (Sean Walker), whose girlfriend has disappeared from the cruise ship they’ve been on. There’s not even a record that she was ever there. Or that he and his girlfriend even had a room on this ship. Intriguing premise. Then you toss in a black Latino president who discovers there’s a secret facility in Alaska that the CIA has been covering up, where 97 “others” have been held for years. Then there’s an assassination attempt on the president shortly after he has met the female leader of the “others.”

We missed the actual premiere, but after several people wrote and recommended it, we streamed the premiere. Although we found the jumping around in time somewhat distracting, this show has disclosure written all over it. And there’s one harrowing scene with a jet (shades of Lost?)that really hints at something alien.

Since many ideas are first introduced via TV and movies, let’s assume for a moment that disclosure is around the corner. How would that change our lives? Our worldviews? Our religions? Governments?

The X-Files explored this question, but not as overtly as V, where the aliens (really bad guys) have parked their giant ships over strategic cities worldwide. The MIB movies took a humorous look at the men in black phenomenon. Independence Day and War of the Worlds showed us the aggression and warlike nature of the aliens. ET, of course, showed us a gentler, more humane side of the aliens. Carl Sagan’s Contact illustrated the elusive nature of time and ETs.

Stephen King has explored the UFO stuff in some of his novels. Whitley Strieber and Budd Hopkins knows this terrain personally.A number of people who comment on our blog have experienced sightings, contact, abductions. These individuals have unusual abilities – and they have memories, some of them incredibly weird and scary.

But on a day to day basis, how would disclosure change us?

First, there’s the Big Lie that has been perpetuated since Roswell. If Roswell happened – either in Roswell or in some town nearby – how has it been covered up for so many years? How has such a vast disinformation campaign existed for all these decades? We would have to wrap our minds around that, how the skeptics, the true left-brain types, the ones whose lives are a study in hard logic, have outnumbered the rest of us for so long. That does seem to be changing, though. Given the uncertainty in the world, the inexplicable nature of many events, the approach of 2012, people are looking for answers. The internet has facilitated the luminal exchange of information to such a degree so that if you have an abduction experience at 11:01 PM, you’re on facebook and twitter as soon as you have the mental capacity to write and that experience is blasted around the planet. 

Disclosure means to reveal. So disclosure  through physical evidence might mean UFOs above major cities, ETs visiting the heads of governments in full view of the press, ETs as hybrids, ET technology as the source behind the vast and rapid acceleration of technology in the last 50 or 60 years. However it manifested itself, it would mean rewriting the nature of reality. Could disclosure be the tipping point for our planet?

In Jung’s day, the UFO phenomenon was still in its infancy. According to Deirdre Bair’s biography, he studied UFOs from the 1950s and changed his mind over the years about what they actually were – “a rumour with concomitant singular and mass hallucination or a downright fact.” But he wrote a book on UFOs, and shortly after it was published in the U.S., Jung met with Charles and Anne Morrow Lindberg. When the conversation turned to “flying saucers,” Lindberg was astonished to hear Jung refer to them as “factual.”

If memory serves me, Jung wrote about UFOs as an emerging archetype of wholeness. Whatever this phenomenon is, we’ll tune into The Event again. It’s always interesting to see if a creative venture might shed light on the truth.

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Bye-by Star Hustler

Jack Horkheimer, better known as the Star Hustler,as his PBS astronomy series was known, died Aug. 20. If you click his name, it will lead to possibly his last broadcast dated July 5. You can tell his voice had changed, much more gravelly than in the past. He was executive director of the Miami Space Transit Planetarium for 35 years.

He started Star Hustler as a local Miami program in 1976, and in the early years expressed an interest in UFOs and did several shows on the topic. But he went national  in 1985, becoming the more reputable Star Gazer, and after that he was either mum or dismissive about the subject. But Horkheimer’s advice to everyone was ‘keep looking up.’

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Effects of BP Oil Spill

When we first saw this photo, we thought it might be a gravel or cobblestone road. It’s dead fish at the mouth of the Mississippi River. It may well be a side effect of the massive BP oil spill. The original story is here.

A dead whale and thousands more dead fish were found near a Venice shipping canal. There’s not much else to say about a photo like this.
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We’re at a book conference and then on to Cassadaga tomorrow, but we’ll check in when we’ve got Internet connections. We’re hoping for some  good orb photos in Cassadaga. Or, even better, some ghost photos.

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Nick and the Cars

 This story came from Ray Getzinger, who comments frequently on our blog. It’s about his grandson, Nick, and perhaps it will serve as a warning to all of us to pay attention to synchronistic patterns that unfold in our lives.
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On July 24, 2005, Nick was a passenger in a car going 100 MPH that hit a breakaway pole so hard the top came off the car and the bumper was tattooed with the license plate number. Nick walked away from that tangled mess of metal in the photo with just a few bruises and cuts and a sore shoulder. The driver was drunk and drag racing with another car. In this accident, Nick was the least injured. Here’s the bumper tattoo:

 Five years later, around another holiday – Labor Day – Nick was also the passenger
 in a car that was doing 60 MPH as it made a 10 MPH curve. This time, Nick wasn’t
as lucky. He lost a large chunk of his scalp, right down to the lining of his
skull. He’s out of the hospital now – the same hospital he went to after the first accident – and and his dressings are being changed by the mother of a friend who is a wound care nurse. In this accident, he was the most badly injured.

“I think that something like this series of accidents needs to be told as a warning
 to those who just don’t get how serious being on the roads is,” Ray writes.

The patterns are remarkable:
Both accidents happened on or around a holiday
Nick was a passenger in both accidents
He was treated at the same hospital both times
Both accidents resulted from excessive speed
Whatever Nick was supposed to learn with the first accident, where he walked away
 from it and was the least injured of those involved, apparently wasn’t heeded,
so the second time, the lesson was more forceful.

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Hank and Judy, Photographers

                                       soul cards

 This synchro came from an old college friend, Judy, a professional photographer in Manhattan. For 35 years, she was involved with Hank, also a professional photographer. Their relationship went through various permutations over the years, but always, they were close. Hank died last year and Judy says she “feel lost without him.”

As the nosy person that I am, I asked Judy if she had felt Hank around since he had died. Her email pegs some of the elements of spirit contact. The Linda referred to in the post is my former college roommate and a mutual friend. She figured into another post, The Ghost and the Straight Pins.
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Hank died on the 23rd of October, 2009.  The 23rd has never been a good number for me for lots of reasons.  Oh, you bet I’ve heard from him, just not lately.

He was a photographer and there were three “blinking” incidents with lights.  The first one was a few nights after he died.  My sister gave me this lamp filled with seashells many years ago and it always reminded me of the summers that Hank and I spent on Martha’s Vineyard.  It was before Linda had a place there.  Anyway, I know I turned it off before I fell asleep because I always do, turn the light off and then fall asleep with the TV on.  Sometime around midnight the light turned itself on and woke me .  No, I’m not making this up.  It had never done this before and I knew it was Hank.

The second incident was after cleaning out his place.  I decided to make a time capsule from a briefcase that my dad had made for him when we were going together.  It was one of my last days there and I was so happy because I had found letters, old photos, some of his favorite shots (business and personal), things from Yosemite, a letter from his sister who passed away from pancreatic cancer, etc.  Another photographer was there with me that day to help me finish cleaning out so I have a witness for this one.

On the bulletin board over my desk was a pin that said “Hank’s soda.”  He loved Hank’s soda and sent out cases of it to family and friends for Christmas about 5 years ago.  They sent him a t shirt and the button for ordering so much and the button was on the bulletin board for 4 years or so.  I decided to put it in the time capsule and when I did so, it started to blink!  I didn’t even know there was a little light on it.  I called Mel to take a look and he said it was just because I touched it.  But it blinked until I closed it two days later to send   to the place where Hank’s ashes were going to be buried.  The day before his memorial, we opened the case again. It wasn’t blinking. You actually had to latch the little pin on the back to make it blink.  It still gives me chills to think of that day.  I know and am SURE it was him.  Call me crazy…

Are you still with me ?  Okay, the third incident involved a clock that his upstairs neighbor made for him.  Peter was an engineer and loved to create gadgets.  He made Hank this cool clock out of copper with tiny lights that blinked at the 12, 3, 6 and 9 o’clock hours.  It was not blinking while we were cleaning out the studio and I tried to give it to friends and/or sell it and no one wanted it.  I had a lot of stuff but took it to my apartment and hung it next to the door.  I swear I didn’t change the batteries because it kept perfect time and I thought the blinking mechanism had worn out.

One of the first evenings after I handed over the keys to Hank’s studio I had a really bad night, missing Hank, crying and hardly sleeping.  You know how it is after you lose a close loved one.  Anyway, as I was leaving for work it started blinking.  Really, honestly, truly.  It seemed to blink when I was leaving or when I came home.  Eventually it stopped and even though I’ve put in new batteries it won’t blink now.  Do you think that means he has moved on?
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Judy’s story seems to personify spirit contact.

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Hugh Williams and the great escape

Synchro detective Jim Banholzer has scooped out another good one. This time he has pointed us to a very unusual synchronicity that was first published in Incredible Coincidences, by Alan Vaughn.

“On Dec. 5, 1664, the first date in the greatest series of coincidences in history occurred. On this date, a ship in the Menai Strait, off north Wales, sank with 81 passengers on board. There was one survivor–a man named Hugh Williams. On the same date in 1785, a ship sank with 60 passengers aboard. There was one survivor–a man named Hugh Williams. On the very same date in 1860, a ship sank with 25 passengers on board. There was one survivor–a man named Hugh Williams.”

We don’t know if that’s the greatest series of coincidences in history, but it’s certainly ranks up there with Edgar Alan Poe’s astonishing fiction to real life cannibalism story and Morgan Robertson’s fiction to real life ship-sinking tale in his novel Futility.

Jim’s e-mail also included one of the most unique expamples of  stichomancy, which is about posing questions and randomly pointing at a page in a dictionary or another book for an answer.Sometimes the answers are quite startling. In this case, a fly chose the word and it was synchronicity.

This one was reported by Leah Garchik, a columnist for the San Francisco Chronicle. Garchik wrote that a  woman named Charlotte Muse and her co-workers were chasing a fly around their office swatting at it with a rolled up newspaper. The fly finally landed on an open dictionary and someone slammed shut. When the dictionary was opened, everyone was amazed to see that that fly had been squashed against  the word ‘housefly.’

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White Feathers

Recently, we’ve run across a number of white feather synchros related to spirit contact. This phenomenon first came to our attention months ago, through Mike Perry’s excellent blog on synchronicity. The other day, he posted another synchro involving a white feather that was particularly moving, about his daughter’s death years ago. Later that day I remarked to Rob that I couldn’t imagine losing a child. Parents are not supposed to outlive their kids. We’ve also run across stories about white feathers appearing during major transitions in our lives – moves, job changes, marriage/divorce.

 I’m wondering if white feathers are an evolving archetype for spirit contact. I don’t know if Jung talked specifically about evolving archetypes. But it seems logical this would happen as we become more connected as a species, a planet, as a mass consciousness.I think it was Butternut Squash who posed an intriguing question:

Are we  actually now seeing the same thing, or are we learning from each other to interpret in a similar way? 

Does something become an archetype when it reaches a tipping point? Does the Internet make this happen more rapidly, because of the luminal speeds at which we communicate?

In Malcomb Gladwell’s book The Tipping Point, he defines tipping points as “the levels for which the momentum for change become unstoppable.” It’s the “moment of critical mass, the threshold, the boiling point.” It’s when you utter a few words and a complete stranger from another continent snaps his fingers and says, “I know exactly what you mean.” Or: “The same thing happened to me.”

I think white feathers have reached that tipping point. They aren’t the only way that the dead communicate with the living, but perhaps they are some sort of universal symbol that says, I am here. I love you. I am watching over you…

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