I was a boy of fifteen years then in 1956 when
I had my first and only encounter with Carl Gustav Jung, the famous Swiss psychiatrist. He was over
eighty years old and it happened on the shores of the lake of Zürich.
There Jung
had built with his own hands the well-known tower where he spent every summer
without phone or electricity. My grandparents being his close friends he had
let them have a stretch of his land to build a summer house too. When my
grandparents died it was our privilege to spend holidays there.
Passing
by with the rowing boat one could often see Jung at the waterfront, splitting
wood with the axe or playing with pebbles near the water, always wearing his
tattered straw hat and a green gardeners apron.
Original tower left, buildings were added during Jungs lifetime |
Jung preparing firewood in Bollingen (from a youtube video) |
One afternoon the big, slightly bent man with
his straw hat appeared near our boat house and said that it was time for a
neighbourly visit. We took him inside and served some tea. He was in good mood
and very affable. When asked how he was doing he answered – looking ironically
over his small glasses - that it was very interesting to observe the phenomena
of senility once upon oneself.
He then lit a pipe and told us some stories,
speaking mostly to the young generation, to my brother and me. First, he
mentioned experiments with hypnosis done in Paris: A married lady was hypnotized
back in time and, when asked about her husband, she only blushed and said coyly
that she did not know such a person.
Jung looking over his glasses |
Then he told us about his expedition to the
Pueblo Indians in New Mexico after the first world war. Jung had treated a
family member of John D. Rockefeller, who out of gratitude financed him some
ethnological expeditions to Africa and the Americas. Jung told us about his
encounter with a Pueblo chief whose name was “mountain lake”. This chief told
him, that the white man was doomed. When asked why the chief took both hands
before his eyes and – Jung imitating the gesture – moved the outstretched index
fingers convergingly towards one point before him, saying because the
white man looks at only one point, excluding all other aspects.
Taos, New Mexico, where Jung encountered "Mountain Lake" |
1972 the Club of Rome in his report “Limits to
growth” startled the world with conclusions never thought of before. In Europe
and elsewhere trying to apply these to politics proved unsuccessful in the
framework of the established political parties. Thinking individuals therefore
began to found small green movements and parties everywhere. We did this also
in Switzerland and in the eighties I became a green member of the Swiss
parliament.
Our main adversary in environmental questions was the Swiss Peoples
Party, whose dominant figure was the successful industrialist and self-made
billionaire Christoph Blocher, a really enthralling
public speaker, and so to say a prototype of the white man. We both once allied in sinking a useless subsidy and
therefore had some private discussions. Once I asked him what in his view was the
reason for his incredible entrepreneurial and political success. He took both
hands before his eyes and moved the outstretched index fingers convergingly
towards one point before him, saying because I am able to concentrate on only
one point, excluding all other aspects. I remember that I had to swallow empty
two or three times not saying anything further…
Christoph Blocher (R) speaking to a member of government (ca. 1990) |
This was some thirty years ago. And today the
prediction of the Pueblo chief is not any more an example of primitive thinking
unconnected with reality. Because if the white man will be doomed its exactly
because he can look and concentrate at just one point, excluding all other
aspects. His focus of interest is growth - growth of greatness, growth of
population, growth of production and economy. And he excludes everything else,
may it be bees, bombs, the shrinking fertile soils, the depletion of
species and oceans and especially the relentlessly warming atmosphere, which
will burn us all to death unless we take most drastic
actions ourselves now…
And why did Carl Gustav Jung tell us young people
about this encounter with the Pueblo chief which he could not have understood
and never had put into writing? Of course Jung was a born entertainer and
storyteller, but he also had an irrationally visionary side to him.
Probably he felt that it was important to transmit this warning to a younger
generation, even if its significance was not clear in 1956. And now I have
transmitted it again.
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In the meantime I have tried to find out what the chiefs sayings might mean today and I came up with the following points:
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In the meantime I have tried to find out what the chiefs sayings might mean today and I came up with the following points:
- What matters in climate politics - update 2021
- Call a spade a spade: Holocaust 2.0
- We are too many - A Taboo
- How biosystems tip over
- Taboos and infantile illusions about our environment
- Letting down humanity (a summing up)
- The fragility of human rights and climate justice
- Malpractice in climate politics
- The Promethean Illusion
- A bow to Greta Thunberg
- Reactions to Coronavirus and Climate crisis: A question of age group?
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AntwortenLöschenThank you! When thinking of these metaphors for directing the will, I find the two modes of seeing that the eye engages in illustrative. We have focused, central vision which looks at one spot, but we also have peripheral vision which takes in the whole picture. Systems theory, ecology and economics are accessible ways to intellectually encounter the holistic view in these post-modern times, or you can just grow a garden and observe.
AntwortenLöschenMy father used to say to "see" one should not "look" (for something)
LöschenThx for the story which I shared with other people.
AntwortenLöschen.
But what sort of music did you use to listen to, in 1956, on the Bollingen Beach sunny afternoon?
I then still had the idea of becoming a musician and practised my cello for hours on end on the shore of the lake under the trees: Etudes of Duport and Cossmann and Bachs Solo suites. I do not remember a radio or gramophone there.
LöschenThere is also a slightly more extensive German version of this text: https://lukasfierz.blogspot.com/2019/04/blochers-sicht.html
Just the click-clack
AntwortenLöschenfrom the lumberjack
beating the tact
smelling the sweat,
imagining the
White man's death,
While still alive,
and communicative,
C.G. Jung.