Jung and the fox

Fortean Times - - Letters -

I re­cently watched a film called

A Dan­ger­ous Method directed by David Cro­nen­berg and found much in it to rec­om­mend. It de­tails the com­plex re­la­tion­ship be­tween Jung and Freud. I won­dered what a ra­tio­nal­ist like Cro­nen­berg made of Jung’s prophetic dream­ing (re­peated vi­sions of World War I, rivers of blood over Europe) and syn­chro­nis­tic ex­pe­ri­ences (Freud’s book­shelf). In par­tic­u­lar I en­joyed watch­ing the scene in which Freud warns Jung about “the black tide of oc­cultism”.

I have an inkling that Fort and Jung would have found much com­mon ground. Jung had a need to map the in­sight­ful fruits pro­vided by the un­con­scious mind, whilst Fort trawled through damned data in search of… who knows what? Per­haps their in­ter­ests con­verge in the col­lec­tive un­con­scious, where the Loch Ness mon­ster swims in the fath­om­less depths and sil­ver discs skip across the up­per reaches.

My own fortean ex­pe­ri­ence hap­pened over a decade ago. My grand­fa­ther was in a nurs­ing home and near­ing the end of his life. As hap­pens dur­ing times like these, sleep was dif­fi­cult and I lay in dread of the phone call. Through­out the night I had to fight an over­pow­er­ing urge to get up and look out of the bed­room win­dow. Fi­nally I went to the win­dow and saw a fox in the front gar­den. Our gaze con­nected for a mo­ment and the fox then slipped into the night; a day or so later my grand­fa­ther passed away. A prag­matic Scot, he wouldn’t have put much stock in the ex­pe­ri­ence; but at the time it felt mean­ing­ful to me and I have of­ten won­dered if the Uni­verse was try­ing to tell me some­thing. Some­thing per­haps only fully un­der­stood in our col­lec­tive un­con­scious. Colin Muir Falkirk, Scot­land

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