The Red Book is a red leather‐bound folio manuscript crafted by the Swiss physician and psychologist Carl Gustav Jung between and about When Carl Jung embarked on an extended self-exploration he called it his “ confrontation with the unconscious,” the heart of it was The Red Book, a large. The Red Book (Philemon) (): C. G. Jung, Sonu Shamdasani, Mark Kyburz, John Peck: Books.

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The recently published and impressive-looking Red Book () tells the personal story of psychiatrist C.G. Jung's insidious descent into what. The Red Book by C. G. Jung, , available at Book Depository with free delivery worldwide. C. G. Jung's Red Book: Liber Novus. Edited and Jung termed the period between and his 'confrontation with the unconscious'. It was through this.

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I am wearing a green garment. A horn hangs from my shoulder. I am the tower guard. I look out into the distance. I see a red point out there. It comes nearer on a winding road, disappearing for a while in forests and reappearing again: it is a horseman in a red coat, the red horseman.

He is coming to my castle: he is already riding through the gate.

I hear steps on the stairway, the steps creak, he knocks: a strange fear comes over me: there stands the red one, his long shape wholly shrouded in red, even his hair is red. I think: in the end he will turn out to be the devil. The Red One: "I greet you, man on the high tower. I saw you from afar, looking and waiting.

Your waiting has called me. You think I am the devil.

Do not pass judgment. Perhaps you can also talk to me without knowing who I am.

What sort of a superstitious fellow are you, that immediately you think of the devil? My life in the castle is poor, since I always sit here and no one climbs up to me.

I have wandered a long time through the world, seeking those like you who sit upon a high tower on the lookout for things unseen. You seem to be a rare breed. Your appearance is not ordinary, and then too — forgive me — it seems to me that you bring with you a strange air, something worldly, something impudent, or exuberant, or — in fact — something pagan.

'The Red Book': A Window Into Jung's Dreams

But I'm no old pagan as you seem to think. You are also not pompous and Latin enough. You have nothing classical about you. You seem to be a son of our time, but as I must remark, a rather unusual one. You're no real pagan, but the kind of pagan who runs alongside our Christian religion.

Is the Red Book a record of Jung's flirtation with madness?

You're doing better than many others who have totally mistaken me. Have you never broken your heart over the holiest mysteries of our Christian religion?

Are you always so urgent?

However, that certainly becomes difficult in your presence. You bring a certain gallows air with you, and you're bound to be from the black school of Salerno, where pernicious arts are taught by pagans and the descendants of pagans. You take literally what the scriptures say, otherwise you could not judge me so hard. But my nose does not play tricks on me.

The Red Book: Liber Novus

You're evasive, and don't want to reveal yourself. What are you hiding? I simply amuse myself with your weighty seriousness and your comic veracity. This is so rare in our time, especially in men who have understanding at their disposal.

You apparently compare me with those whom you know. But I must say to you for the sake of truth that I neither really belong to this time nor to this place.

A spell has banished me to this place and time for years. I am really not what you see before you. Who are you then? I stand before you as that which I presently am. Why am I here and am like this, I do not know. But I do know that I must be here to justify myself according to my best knowledge.

I know just as little who you are, as you know who I am. Are you something of a saint? Hardly a philosopher, since you have no aptitude for scholarly language. But a saint?

Surely that. Your solemnity smells of fanaticism. You have an ethical air and a simplicity that smacks of stale bread and water. It seems to me that you lack the terms of comparison.See next articles. This book was Jung's personal diary as he struggled with integrating his own 'dark side' and was kept from publication by his family for many years.

Just the act of reading it - propped awkwardly from the base of my thighs to my knees, sucking in my waist to turn each page - is a journey in itself. After all, anyone who read it might conclude what Jung himself first suspected: They represent an immense contribution to students of depth psychology and the spirit in that they dimensionalize his concept of the "archetypes" and the "collective unconscious" to a terrifying extent.

The Puzzle of Story and History C. I probably won't be reading it soon since it's very expensive, but some day, I definitely want to take a look at it.

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