Carl Gustav Jung's Dream

Hey guys! Before I’ll start with Jung’s dream I’d like to tell you that he is my favorite Psychologist. I’ve read about his works when I was still at the moment of my decision making of what course I might take for college. Indeed his works influenced me to pursue psychology, and that’s why I’m here in its grasp. Anyways, Jung’s interest somewhat paralleled to mine. Jung is the only psychologist who first considered hope in his works though he never emphasized it. Moreover, according to Victor Von Weizsaecker, it was Jung who first understood that psychoanalysis belonged within the domain of religion. That his theories compose the view on God as part of the Collective Unconscious and thereby present anybody’s psyche. He also emphasized that the process of integration is a state whereby anybody would want to reach. Thus wholeness is the everybody’s goal. Jung first got his idea on the collective unconscious when he had a dream, which Freud interpreted, and that which he disagreed. This occurred when Freud and Jung were both invited to lecture at Clark University in Worcester, Massachusetts .and for seven weeks, they spent talking and processing each other’s dreams.

Quoted under is Jung’s dream:

“He dreamt that he was on the top floor of an old house, well furnished and with fine paintings on the walls. He marvelled that this should be his house and thought 'Not bad!' But then it occurred to him that he had no idea what the lower floor was like, so he went down to see. There everything was much older. The furnishings were medieval and everything was rather dark. He thought, 'Now I really must explore the whole house.' He looked closely at the floor. It was made of stone slabs, and in one of these he discovered a ring. When he pulled it, the slab lifted, and he saw some narrow stone steps leading down into the depths. He went down and entered a low cave cut out of the rock. Bones and broken pottery were scattered about in the dust, the remains of a primitive culture, and he found two human skulls, obviously very old and half-disintegrated. Then he awoke-----”

To Jung, the house was an image of the Psyche. The top floor he called the conscious personality, whereas the lower floor he called the personal unconscious, while the deepest and darkest level he called the collective unconscious.

Wow! Amazing interpretation!

The Verdict

Reading between the lines tenders a sound judgment of ruddiness and inappropriate discernment to the circle which I consider my own other than just a simple organization with a vision, mission principles and goals. The overly un-potentially dangerous lines of the jurist who's approximation to justice with little understanding and too much scape-goating injures me for the most part. However, this brass that I consider more than just a brass but a family the jurist see as a syndicate, a fake brotherhood and sisterhood of sort who's vision they refused to comprehend and they denied to empathize. Little did they know that the people belonging to the circle have moved me in so many ways. They helped me find more hope and trust even to the vehement crimsom nails that lay on the grounds to the rotten grapes of the once purple sky that runs into the veins of mortality. Yes indeed, I see the rain now as merely a friend rather than an enemy. The hidden treasures were found and still on the course of venturing the pieces of gold, silver, diamonds and both beautiful and hazardous gems of no other than the objective person or form of the I. I saw justice and self-acceptance to the once self-denying food that I devoured, producing a consuming pain that blocks personal advancement. Though I haven't reached full actualization, which only a few individual or perhaps no one except the saints and holy Lord Jesus Christ have, my conquest for the truth continues. The long while I ran from the darkest forests to the wildest domain of the wilderness, to the smoothest green pastures of Eden, the long while I discovered truth, honestly, pain, happiness and love. I found how transient they are, even hunger and thirst will soon depart and satisfaction will be palpated and falovoured. The being within me is a permanent resident. Emotions and thoughts are fleeting guests. Bodily impulses, desires and impressions will last. Only the constant, pure and true all powerful Holy Spirit the dwells within my flesh and will never stray and die even if my body will.

I owe a lot from FC, even if the panels of jurists around me declares the most unpeakable verdict ever made, I am ready to submit. Before I acted on a particular execution, I was aware of the possible consequences and I'm ready to face whatever torment is fixed to come upon me, as long as no one from my loved ones will anguish. So be it.

Gloomy Sunday

A friend of mine introduced me to this very mysterious name in Hungary, born on 1932, Reszo Seress dreamed of becoming a popular song writer, and at the same time writing songs was his only form of living. Unfortunately, he failed to empress the public. His fiancee, on the other hand forced him to get a full time job, but he was uncompromising and continued his passion in writing songs, which ended their relationship.

Depressed and sad of what happened, he sat on his piano in his apartment and played a very mysterious piece of which he titled "GLOOMY SUNDAY" it was a sunday evening, playing the song while the rain was falling heavily. thirty minutes later, he finshed the song and sent it to publishers and was rejected until it was finally acceted by another publisher. He was overwhelmed with happeness then.

After the song was published and exposed in the public, many strange occurencess occured. A boy in Berlin requested for the song to be played, and after listening to the song, he went home and shot himself dead. The relatives complained that the boy became depressed since he listened to the song. After a week, in the same city, a saleswoman was found hanging herself with a rope and found a copy of the song. Two days after a young secretary in New York killed herself  and found her suicide note requesting that the songs should be played during her funeral. Weeks later another New yorker jumped from his window of his seven-story apartment after playing the song. Another teenager in Rome also jumped of a bridge after the first time she heard the song. A woman overdosed herself with barbiturates, while the song was still palying.

Because of the deaths, the song was banned from being played in the public.What's even shocking was that after Seress wrote to his fiancee a letter of reconcillation, she poisoned herself and by her side was a copy of the song "Gloomy Sunday."

His song, however, was forgotten during Hitler's time.

After a long period time of oblivion, many versions of the song suddenly burst out to the public, such as Billy Holiday's version. Sarah Brigthman also sang the song, and another version of the song is included in the original sound track of the movie Blair Witch.

Personally, when i heard Billy Holiday's version, I can say that it is really sad beacuse of its lyrics, but it is also a very beautiful song. Reports say that the original version was way too sad, melancholy, death-wish-driven song, and extremely different to the several versions that burst today.

Lyrics:

Gloomy Sunday

by: Reszo Serres

"Sunday is gloomy

My hours are slumberless

Dearest the shadows I live with

Are numberless

Little white flower

Will never awaken you

Not where the black coach

Or sorrow has taken you

Angels have no thought

Of ever returning you

Would they be angry

If I thought of joining you

Gloomy Sunday

Sunday is gloomy

With shadows I spend it all

My heart and I have decided

To end it all

Soon there'll be flowers and prayers

That are said I know

But let them not weep

Let them know

That I'm glad to go

Death is no dream

For death I'm caressing you

With the last breath of my soul

I'll be blessing you

Gloomy Sunday!"

My purpose of posting this paranormal phenomenon is not to scare the readers but only to expose such forgotten story of the man that sould have been part of history. This man is a legend to me even though he lived a simple life, armed with the desire to stand up for his passion and pursue his dreams.

Gloomy Sunday - Billie Holiday version