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being put to him, and he is under an obligation to answer it. To this

end he ought to have a myth about death, for reason shows him

nothing but the dark pit into which he is descending. Myth, however,

can conjure up other images for him, helpful and enriching pictures

of life in the land of the dead. If he believes in them, or greets them

with some measure of credence, he is being just as right or just as

wrong as someone who does not believe in them. But while the

man who despairs marches toward nothingness, the one who has

placed his faith in the archetype fol ows the tracks of life and lives

right into his death. Both, to be sure, remain in uncertainty, but the

one lives against his instincts, the other with them.

The figures from the unconscious are uninformed too, and need

man, or contact with consciousness, in order to attain to knowledge.

When I began working with the unconscious, I found myself much

involved with the figures of Salome and Elijah. Then they receded,

but after about two years they reappeared. To my enormous

astonishment, they were completely unchanged; they spoke and

acted as if nothing had happened in the meanwhile. In actuality the

most incredible things had taken place in my life. I had, as it were,

to begin from the beginning again, to tel them al about what had

been going on, and explain things to them. At the time I had been

greatly surprised by this situation. Only later did I understand what

had happened: in the interval the two had sunk back into the

unconscious and into themselves I might equal y wel put it, into

timelessness. They remained out of contact with the ego and the

ego's changing circumstances, and therefore were ignorant of what

had happened in the world of consciousness.

Quite early I had learned that it was necessary for me to instruct the

figures of the unconscious, or that other group which is often

indistinguishable from them, the "spirits of the departed." The first

time I experienced this was on a bicycle trip through upper Italy

which I took with a friend in 1911. On the way home we cycled from

Pavia to Arona, on the lower part of Lake Maggiore, and spent the

night there. We had intended to pedal on along the lake and then

through the Tessin as far as Faido, where we were going to take

the train to Zurich. But in Arona I had a dream which upset our

plans.

In the dream I was in an assemblage of distinguished spirits of

earlier centuries; the feeling was similar to the one I had later

toward the "il ustrious ancestors" in the black rock temple of my

1944 vision. The conversation was conducted in Latin. A gentleman

with a long, curly wig addressed me and asked a difficult question,

the gist of which I could no longer recal after I woke up. I understood

him, but did not have a sufficient command of the language to

answer him in Latin. I felt so profoundly humiliated by this that the

emotion awakened me.

At the very moment of awakening I thought of the book I was then

working on, Wandlungen und Symbole der Libido, and had such

intense inferiority feelings about the unanswered question that I

immediately took the train home in order to get back to work. It

would have been impossible for me to continue the bicycle trip and

lose another three days. I had to work, to find the answer.

Not until years later did I understand the dream and my reaction.

The bewigged gentleman was a kind of ancestral spirit, or spirit of

the dead, who had addressed questions to me in vain! It was stil

too soon, I had not yet come so far, but I had an obscure feeling that

by working on my book I would be answering the question that had

been asked. It had been asked by, as it were, my spiritual

forefathers, in the hope and expectation that they would learn what

they had not been able to find out during their time on earth, since

the answer had first to be created in the centuries that fol owed. If

question and answer had already been in existence in eternity, had

always been there, no effort on my part would have been necessary,

and it could al have been discovered in any other century. There

does seem to be unlimited knowledge present in nature, it is true,

but it can be comprehended by consciousness only when the time

is ripe for it. The process, presumably, is like what happens in the

individual psyche: a man may go about for many years with an

inkling of something, but grasps it clearly only at a particular

moment.

Later, when I wrote the Septem Sermones ad Mortuos, once again

it was the dead who addressed crucial questions to me. They came

so they said "back from Jerusalem, where they found not what they

sought." This had surprised me greatly at the time, for according to

the traditional views the dead are the possessors of great

knowledge. People have the idea that the dead know far more than

we, for Christian doctrine teaches that in the hereafter we shal "see

face to face." Apparently, however, the souls of the dead "know"

only what they knew at the moment of death, and nothing beyond

that. Hence their endeavor to penetrate into life in order to share in

the knowledge of men. I frequently have a feeling that they are

standing directly behind us, waiting to hear what answer we wil give

to them, and what answer to destiny. It seems to me as if they were

dependent on the living for receiving answers to their questions,

that is, on those who have survived them and exist in a world of

change: as if omniscience or, as I might put it, omni-consciousness,

were not at their disposal, but could flow only into the psyche of the

living, into a soul bound to a body. The mind of the living appears,

therefore, to hold an advantage over that of the dead in at least one

point: in the capacity for attaining clear and decisive cognitions. As

I see it, the three-dimensional world in time and space is like a

system of co-ordinates; what is here separated into ordinates and

abscissae may appear ' there," in space-timelessness, as a

primordial image with many aspects, perhaps as a diffuse cloud of

cognition surrounding an archetype. Yet a system of co-ordinates is

necessary if any distinction of discrete contents is to be possible.

Any such operation seems to us unthinkable in a state of diffuse

omniscience, or, as the case may be, of subjectless

consciousness, with no spatio-temporal demarcations. Cognition,

like generation, presupposes an opposition, a here and there, an

above and below, a before and after.

If there were to be a conscious existence after death, it would, so it

seems to me, have to continue on the level of consciousness

attained by humanity, which in any age has an upper though

variable limit. There are many human beings who throughout their

lives and at the moment of death lag behind their own potentialities

and even more important behind the knowledge which has been

brought to consciousness by other human beings during their own

lifetimes. Hence their demand to attain in death that share of

awareness which they failed to win in life.

I have come to this conclusion through observation of dreams about

the dead. I dreamed once that I was paying a visit to a friend who

had died about two weeks before. In life, this friend had never

espoused anything but a conventional view of the world, and had

remained stuck in this unreflecting attitude. In the dream his home

was on a hil similar to the Tul inger hil near Basel. The wal s of an

old castle surrounded a square consisting of a smal church and a

few smal er buildings. It reminded me of the square in front of the

castle of Rapperswil. It was autumn. The leaves of the ancient trees

had turned gold, and the whole scene was transfigured by gentle

sunlight. My friend sat at a table with his daughter, who had studied

psychology in Zurich. I knew that she was tel ing him about

psychology. He was so fascinated by what she was saying that he

greeted me only with a casual wave of the hand, as though to

intimate: "Don't disturb me." The greeting was at the same time a

dismissal. The dream told me that now, in a manner which of

course remains incomprehensible to me, he was required to grasp

the reality of his psychic existence, which he had never been

capable of doing during his life.

I had another experience of the evolution of the soul after death

when about a year after my wife's death I suddenly awoke one night

and knew that I had been with her in the south of France, in

Provence, and had spent an entire day with her. She was engaged

on studies of the Grail there. That seemed significant to me, for she

had died before completing her work on this subject. Interpretation

on the subjective level that my anima had not yet finished with the

work she had to do yielded nothing of interest; I know quite wel that

I am not yet finished with that. But the thought that my wife was

continuing after death to work on her further spiritual development

however that may be conceived struck me as meaningful and held a

measure of reassurance for me.

Ideas of this sort are, of course, inaccurate, and give a wrong

picture, like a body projected on a plane or, conversely, like the

construction of a four-dimensional model out of a three-dimensional

body. They use the terms of a three-dimensional world in order to

represent themselves to us. Mathematics goes to great pains to

create expressions for relationships which pass empirical

comprehension. In much the same way, it is al -important for a

disciplined imagination to build up images of intangibles by logical

principles and on the basis of empirical data, that is, on the

evidence of dreams. The method employed is what I have cal ed

"the method of the necessary statement." It represents the principle

of amplification in the interpretation of dreams, but can most easily

be demonstrated by the statements implicit in simple whole

numbers.

One, as the first numeral, is unity. But it is also "the unity," the One,

Al -Oneness, individuality and non-duality not a numeral but a

philosophical concept, an archetype and attribute of God, the

monad. It is quite proper that the human intel ect should make these

statements; but at the same time the intel ect is determined and

limited by its conception of oneness and its implications. In other

words, these statements are not arbitrary. They are governed by the

nature of oneness and therefore are necessary statements.

Theoretical y, the same logical operation could be performed for

each of the fol owing conceptions of number, but in practice the

process soon comes to an end because of the rapid increase in

complications, which become too numerous to handle.

Every further unit introduces new properties and new modifications.

Thus, it is a property of the number four that equations of the fourth

degree can be solved, whereas equations of the fifth degree

cannot. The necessary statement of the number four, therefore, is

that, among other things, it is an apex and simultaneously the end of

a preceding ascent. Since with each additional unit one or more

new mathematical properties appear, the statements attain such a

complexity that they can no longer be formulated.

The infinite series of natural numbers corresponds to the infinite

number of individual creatures. That series likewise consists of

individuals, and the properties even of its first ten members

represent if they represent anything at al an abstract cosmogony

derived from the monad. The properties of numbers are, however,

simultaneously properties of matter, for which reason certain

equations can anticipate its behavior.

Therefore I submit that other than mathematical statements (i.e.,

statements implicit in nature) are likewise capable of pointing to

irrepresentable realities beyond themselves such, for example, as

those products of the imagination which enjoy universal acceptance

or are distinguished by the frequency of their occurrence, like the

whole class of archetypal motifs. Just as in the case of some

factors in mathematical equations we cannot say to what physical

realities they correspond, so in the case of some mythological

products we do not know at first to what psychic realities they refer.

Equations governing the turbulence of heated gases existed long

before the problems of such gases had been precisely

investigated. Similarly, we have long been in possession of

mythologems which express the dynamics of certain subliminal

processes, though these processes were only given names in very

recent times.

The maximum awareness which has been attained anywhere

forms, so it seems to me, the upper limit of knowledge to which the

dead can attain. That is probably why earthly life is of such great

significance, and why it is that what a human being "brings over" at

the time of his death is so important. Only here, in life on earth,

where the opposites clash together, can the general level of

consciousness be raised. That seems to be man's metaphysical

task which he cannot accomplish without "mythologizing." Myth is

the natural and indispensable intermediate stage between

unconscious and conscious cognition. True, the unconscious knows

more than consciousness does; but it is knowledge of a special

sort, knowledge in eternity, usual y without reference to the here and

now, not couched in language of the intel ect. Only when we let its

statements amplify themselves, as has been shown above by the

example of numerals, does it come within the range of our

understanding; only then does a new aspect become perceptible to

us. This process is convincingly repeated in every successful

dream analysis. That is why it is so important not to have any

preconceived, doctrinaire opinions about the statements made by

dreams. As soon as a certain "monotony of interpretation" strikes

us, we know that our approach has become doctrinaire and hence

sterile.

Although there is no way to marshal valid proof of continuance of

the soul after death, there are nevertheless experiences which

make us thoughtful. I take them as hints, and do not presume to

ascribe to them the significance of insights.

One night I lay awake thinking of the sudden death of a friend

whose funeral had taken place the day before. I was deeply

concerned. Suddenly I felt that he was in the room. It seemed to me

that he stood at the foot of my bed and was asking me to go with

him. I did not have the feeling of an apparition; rather, it was an

inner visual image of him, which I explained to myself as a fantasy.

But in al honesty I had to ask myself, "Do I have any proof that this

is a fantasy? Suppose it is not a fantasy, suppose my friend is real y

here and I decided he was only a fantasy would that not be

abominable of me?" Yet I had equal y little proof that he stood

before me as an apparition. Then I said to myself, "Proof is neither

here nor there! Instead of explaining him away as a fantasy, I might

just as wel give him the benefit of the doubt and for experiment's

sake credit him with reality." The moment I had that thought, he went

to the door and beckoned me to fol ow him. So I was going to have

to play along with him! That was something I hadn't bargained for. I

had to repeat my argument to myself once more. Only then did I

fol ow him in my imagination.

He led me out of the house, into the garden, out to the road, and

final y to his house, (In reality it was several hundred yards away

from mine.) I went in, and he conducted me into his study. He

climbed on a stool and showed me the second of five books with

red bindings which stood on the second shelf from the top. Then the

vision broke off. I was not acquainted with his library and did not

know what books he owned. Certainly I could never have made out

from below the titles of the books he had pointed out to me on the

second shelf from the top.

This experience seemed to me so curious that next morning I went

to his widow and asked whether I could look up something in my

friend's library. Sure enough, there was a stool standing under the

bookcase I had seen in my vision, and even before I came closer I

could see the five books with red bindings. I stepped up on the stool

so as to be able to read the titles. They were translations of the

novels of Emile Zola. The title of the second volume read: "The

Legacy of the Dead." The contents seemed to me of no interest.

Only the title was extremely significant in connection with this

experience.

Equal y important to me were the dream-experiences I had before

my mother's death. News of her death came to me while I was

staying in the Tessin. I was deeply shaken, for it had come with

unexpected suddenness. The night before her death I had a

frightening dream. I was in a dense, gloomy forest; fantastic,

gigantic boulders lay about among huge jungle-like trees. It was a

heroic, primeval landscape. Suddenly I heard a piercing whistle that

seemed to resound through the whole universe. My knees shook.

Then there were crashings in the underbrush, and a gigantic

wolfhound with a fearful, gaping maw burst forth. At the sight of it,

the blood froze in my veins. It tore past me, and I suddenly knew: the

Wild Huntsman had commanded it to carry away a human soul. I

awoke in deadly terror, and the next morning I received the news of

my mother's passing.

Seldom has a dream so shaken me, for upon superficial

consideration it seemed to say that the devil had fetched her. But to

be accurate the dream said that it was the Wild Huntsman, the

"Grunhutl" or Wearer of the Green Hat, who hunted with his wolves

that night it was the season of Fohn storms in January. It was

Wotan, the god of my Alemannic forefathers, who had gathered my

mother to her ancestors negatively to the "wild horde," but positively

to the "salig lut" the blessed folk. It was the Christian missionaries

who made Wotan into a devil. In himself he is an important god--a

Mercury or Hermes, as the Romans correctly realized, a nature

spirit who returned to life again in the Merlin of the Grail legend and

became, as the spiritus Mercurialis, the sought-after arcanum of the

alchemists. Thus the dream says that the soul of my mother was

taken into that greater territory of the self which lies beyond the

segment of Christian morality, taken into that wholeness of nature

and spirit in which conflicts and contradictions are resolved.

I went home immediately, and while I rode in the night train I had a

feeling of great grief, but in my heart of hearts I could not be

mournful, and this for a strange reason: during the entire journey I

continual y heard dance music, laughter, and jol ity, as though a

wedding were being celebrated. This contrasted violently with the

devastating impression the dream had made on me. Here was gay

dance music, cheerful laughter, and it was impossible to yield

entirely to my sorrow. Again and again it was on the point of

overwhelming me, but the next moment I would find myself once

more engulfed by the merry melodies. One side of me had a feeling

of warmth and joy, and the other of terror and grief; I was thrown

back and forth between these contrasting emotions.

This paradox can be explained if we suppose that at one moment

death was being represented from the point of view of the ego, and

at the next from that of the psyche. In the first case it appeared as a

catastrophe; that is how it so often strikes us, as if wicked and

pitiless powers had put an end to a human life.

And so it is death is indeed a fearful piece of brutality; there is no

sense pretending otherwise. It is brutal not only as a physical event,

but far more so psychical y: a human being is torn away from us,

and what remains is the icy stil ness of death. There no longer

exists any hope of a relationship, for al the bridges have been

smashed at one blow. Those who deserve a long life are cut off in

the prime of their years, and good-for-nothings live to a ripe old

age. This is a cruel reality which we have no right to sidestep. The

actual experience of the cruelty and wantonness of death can so

embitter us that we conclude there is no merciful God, no justice,

and no kindness.

From another point of view, however, death appears as a joyful

event. In the light of eternity, it is a wedding, a mysterium

coniunctionis. The soul attains, as it were, its missing half, it

achieves wholeness. On Greek sarcophagi the joyous element was

represented by dancing girls, on Etruscan tombs by banquets.

When the pious Cabbalist Rabbi Simon ben Jochai came to die,

his friends said that he was celebrating his wedding. To this day it

is the custom in many regions to hold a picnic on the graves on Al

Souls' Day. Such customs express the feeling that death is real y a

festive occasion.

Several months before my mother's death, in September 1922, I

had a dream which presaged it. It concerned my father, and made a

deep impression upon me. I had not dreamed of my father since his

death in 1896. Now he once more appeared in a dream, as if he

had returned from a distant journey. He looked rejuvenated, and

had shed his appearance of paternal authoritarianism. I went into

my library with him, and was greatly pleased at the prospect of

finding out what he had been up to. I was also looking forward with

particular joy to introducing my wife and children to him, to showing

him my house, and to tel ing him al that had happened to me and

what I had become in the meanwhile. I wanted also to tel him about

my book on psychological types, which had recently been

published. But I quickly saw that al this would be inopportune, for

my father looked preoccupied. Apparently he wanted something

from me. I felt that plainly, and so I refrained from talking about my

own concerns.

He then said to me that since I was after al a psychologist, he

would like to consult me about marital psychology. I made ready to

give him a lengthy lecture on the complexities of marriage, but at

this point I awoke. I could not properly understand the dream, for it

never occurred to me that it might refer to my mother's death. I

realized that only when she died suddenly in January 1923.

My parents' marriage was not a happy one, but ful of trials and

difficulties and tests of patience. Both made the mistakes typical of

many couples. My dream was a forecast of my mother's death, for

here was my father who, after an absence of twenty-six years,

wished to ask a psychologist about the newest insights and

information on marital problems, since he would soon have to

resume this relationship again. Evidently he had acquired no better

understanding in his