The Death of one’s Soul
The Death of one’s Soul
A few days ago a woman came to me for a consultation.
She had been a patient of mine fifteen years ago.
She was a difficult case because she would not see certain
things, she would not play the game, she wanted to remain a child.
Certain people cannot take life seriously, as if they were born
to be eternal children.
If a case comes to me with diabetes and the patient will not pay
attention to his symptoms or take my advice, there is nothing I can do.
A few days ago I saw my old patient again. She looked awful and
I was shocked.
She saw it and said, "Yes, it's very bad, but I have no
problem any more."
She wanted me to tell her husband that she was no longer
hysterical, and it was true she had no problems, no troubles; she had sucked
them in, converted them into her body.
In such cases the heart races for psychological reasons, and the
result is a neurosis comparable to a shell-shock.
One jumps at everything and has no control of action.
When problems are converted into body, outer problems go, but
the body rots.
If the neurosis has gone deeply into the psychological processes
a tremendous scourge is necessary, perhaps a risk of life itself. Generally a
trapdoor shuts down for ever.
Heraclitus, the Dark One, the most intelligent of the old
philosophers, said, "It is death to the soul to become water."
It is death to the soul to become unconscious.
People die before there is death of the body, because there is
death in the soul.
They are mask-like leeches, walking about like spectres, dead
but sucking.
It is a sort of death. I have seen a man who has converted his
mind into a pulp.
You can succeed in going away from your problems, you need only
to look away from them long enough.
You may escape, but it is the death of the soul.
If our dreamer does not pay attention to his feeling problem, he
loses his soul.
Go into the lobby of a hotel-there you will see faces with masks.
These dead people are often travelling on the wing, to escape
problems; they look hunted and wear a complete mask of fear.
Some time ago I met a woman who was on her third trip around the
world.
When I asked her what she was doing it for, she seemed surprised
at my question and answered, "Why, I am going to finish my trip. What else
should I do?"
Another woman I saw in Africa in a Ford car.
She was fleeing from herself with flickering eyes full of fear.
She wanted to confess to me, to tell me how she had given up her
life.
She had only the memory of herself as she used to be.
She was hunting what she had lost.
When you see that a certain spark of life has gone from the eye,
the physical functioning of the body somewhere has gone wrong. ~Carl Jung,
Dream Analysis Seminar, Page 90
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