Many years, and three countries and four children later, I woke up one morning and realized I’d been in Subud for umpteen years – and yet I didn’t have a clue where I was, internally, or where I had come from, let alone where I was headed. I needed maps!
Koestler’s “library angel” now came to my rescue. I’d always read a lot and savoured books, and now one by Jung fell into my lap. It showed me that, through the Subud spiritual training, I had come from a state of total fragmentation and alienation, of being cut off both from my inner self and from the natural world outside me, to wholeness – or “individuation” as Jung calls it.
I was helped. I began to dream Jungian dreams. If I didn’t understand what something was, I would dream about it – the animus, for instance – and see what such Jungian concepts actually were, alive and kicking in me. And the puer aeternis, the eternal child who is a symbol of rebirth, to wholeness; that one was a Big Dream.
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