There once was a father who, on Christmas Eve, put into one son’s stocking a fine gold watch, and into another son’s, a pile of horse manure. The next morning, the first boy comes to his father and says glumly, “Dad, I just don’t know what I’ll do with this watch. It’s so fragile. It could break.” T…
“I should advise you to put it all down as beautifully as you can - in some beautifully bound book,” Jung instructed. “It will seem as if you were making the visions banal - but then you need to do that - then you are freed from the power of them. . . . Then when these things are in some precious bo…