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I recently reached out to this community & asked for some materials to help explore the mother complex from Jungian psychology and just wanted to say thank you 🙏










I recently reached out to this community & asked for some materials to help explore the mother complex from Jungian psychology and just wanted to say thank you 🙏
These types of posts would have likely made me cringe but I wanted to express it somewhere relatable. I feel like I want to give up on my healing. I’m becoming more aware of what the price is for my self to return to alignment and although I can imagine that it would make me feel better, I’m not very confident that I would be willing to pay it.
I have to keep digging into my scarce reservoir for energy and it’s just too much. I thought I was doing myself a favor by overcoming my inflation, but now I’m starting to miss it. It made me feel powerful and it gave me a lot of confidence.
This is my first time reading his work. I’m a few pages into Man and His Symbols and there’s something he’s repeating that I don’t quite understand.
“This evolution [of human consciousness] is far from complete, for large areas of the human mind are still shrouded by darkness.”
“…human consciousness has not yet achieved a reasonable degree of continuity. It is still vulnerable and liable to fragmentation.”
It seems like there are a few (unsubstantiated) assumptions being made here:
-That, because we’ve yet to understand parts of the psyche, human consciousness is “incomplete”
-That consciousness CAN be complete, and that evolution is a process from complete unconsciousness to complete consciousness
-That a “complete” consciousness would be completely unified/invulnerable (he cites depression/dissociation/a lack of total self awareness as examples of imperfect consciousness)
Maybe it’s because I’m going in completely blind, or maybe it’s because I need to keep reading, but I’m just not understanding many of his premises here. They seem arbitrary.
Has anyone ever realized their behaviour they consciously were ashamed about, but once integrated it, it felt self-righteous and empowering even if it was harmful?
Hi there, I (26 M) recently just finished Jung’s work on Mandalas and the Individualization process. I decided to give it a go myself and created the Mandala in the first slide. I tried to be as thoughtless as possible and simply went with what “felt” correct. I enjoyed the process overall regardless of what “meaning” I derived from it, but i definitely felt like I was connecting with a deeper part of myself.
All that to say, I would like help in identifying some motifs. Any and all interpretations are welcomed, but I would also like help in specifically the symbol of the cross I made. I have created a simplified version of it in slide 2. When I created it, I first created the circle, then connected the 4 corners of the frame to the circle, and then I felt I needed to rotate the cross 45 degrees to make it upright. Looking at it now, the disconnect cross feels significant. I tried to toss it into google image search (the simple version) however all results were about the Zodiac’s sign. While the symbols are similar, mine is still a disconnected cross. Does anyone know of any other symbols like that? Or what it could mean?
Thank you :)
TL;DR: I interviewed someone who posted here about their Jungian Archetype Experiences, and thought some of you might find her stories useful.
Her Original Post Here:
https://reddit.com/r/Jung/comments/1qvxw3c/archetype_experience_hecate/
In this two-hour interview, we explore the intersection of Jungian psychology, personal mystical experiences, and Jungian Active Imagination protocols.
Lindsay Lee Wilson details her profound encounter with the Hecate archetype and discusses the broader implications of archetypal activation vs archetypal possession in the modern world.
(This text was translated with the help of AI, as English is not my native language. The experience and words are entirely my own.)
I want to tell you the truth about runes — the most important thing. The secret that revealed itself to me gives me no peace: I constantly want to share it, but life keeps throwing obstacles in my way, and I keep getting distracted from what matters most.
I was drawn to runes. I drew them. Maybe by chance, maybe not — but I drew them almost every night before sleep, in a journal, and placed the journal under my pillow. I was searching for something. Secret knowledge, probably. And then I stumbled upon a formula — and the dreams began.
I don’t know what to call this world. Maybe it was my subconscious reacting to the runic formula I’d written on a scrap of paper and placed under my pillow before sleep.
This world was full of danger. I was constantly walking, running, hiding. Monsters and fear were chasing me. I ran through swamps, I killed a green monster. One night I dreamed I was digging a grave — and when my shovel hit the coffin lid, something woke up inside. An old couple, sorcerers, stood above me near a pile of fresh earth. They had placed a green idol there and were whispering something. When I understood what they wanted, I screamed until my voice broke. They wanted me to dig out the corpse and lie down in its place. They wanted to swap my soul. I screamed and screamed until I heard a wolf howl. And then I woke up.
The next night I was afraid to sleep. I removed the formula from under my pillow. When I finally fell asleep, I saw two little twin sisters who looked at me with hope and sadness. I understood they had come to help me — and were asking me to continue, because I was so close.
The following night I put the formula back and lay down with one desperate thought: whatever happens, happens. This time no one chased me. I simply walked on water. A wolf walked beside me — the same one whose howl had saved me. I walked on water, then bathed, and watched the dirt wash off me.
On the 21st night I reached wherever those 20 nights had been leading me. A city. I walked its streets looking for something. Two little twin sisters were saying something I can’t remember. I walked along the dry bed of a river. A woman in white was walking ahead, leading two children by the hands. I knew somehow that this was wrong — that you can’t take children there. But it was too late. They were approaching the entrance of a truncated pyramid.
Inside — a vast hall with a well in the center. The woman stood at its , holding the children, ready to jump. I screamed again. She stepped forward and they fell in.
A voice beside my ear told me the well was a passage — jump in one side, emerge on the other. Complete cleansing of the soul. I found myself standing at the edge without noticing how I got there. The well glowed with a soft pink light. Something moved on its walls. I saw the woman’s outline — just the contours of a skeleton, falling deeper and deeper. The walls were covered in moving hooks.
I stepped forward. I didn’t fall — I sank slowly. The voice kept whispering something in an unknown language. When I saw the edge of the well level with my eyes, I panicked, jerked — and froze in the void.
Then everything disappeared.
A breeze moved a curtain through an open window. I was standing barefoot on a red clay floor, talking to a friend. We were leaning on spears, guarding the well. My friend was Black, like me.
Then something shifted. I looked past my friend’s shoulder and saw a pale white woman — the same one I had chased along the dry riverbed. But now I knew she was evil. Her movements were impossibly fast. She touched my friend and was gone.
I turned back. My friend was gasping for air, infected. I didn’t think. I struck him in the stomach with the blunt end of my spear. He looked at me — and as his face began to turn grey, I saw that it was my face. I screamed. He swung his arm at me. I ducked, stepped behind him, and drove the spear through his back under the left shoulder blade, aiming for the heart. I heard bones crack. He fell to his knees and collapsed.
I stood over his body. Or my body. His, I think.
The wind moved the curtain through the open window. And I knew — I had won.”
What do you think this was?
Hi! I am super interested in Jungian psychology; and I've just very recently started a new practice of using my mother's voice in my head to say positive, reassuring things. My mother is not like that in reality, and was actually abusive, yet I don't experience the struggle of cognitive dissonance. It's almost as if the voice is not only an ideal but a truer voice of my mother or "A" Mother in an archetypal sense. I began to question whether this was my anima manifesting through my ad hoc therapeutic practice. I wanted to ask, is an individual's anima or animus formed by the related parental figure of the opposing sex. Where can I read more on this from Jung if that is the case? Thank you.
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I digitized a card-sort personality assessment that was originally developed as a clinical tool about 40 years ago. Instead of a self-report questionnaire, you choose between paired behavioral descriptions — the idea being that what you actually do is a better signal than how you'd describe yourself.
It determines your four-letter type, and the cognitive function stack follows from there. We've had about 1,400 people take it across 58 countries so far, running at around 85% accuracy.
It's free and takes about 5 minutes: insight-game.com
I'm genuinely curious what people here think. Does the card-sort approach feel closer to what Jung was actually getting at with typology? What would you want to see in a tool like this that you haven't found elsewhere?
I don’t want to be cold/ closed off from people but some things are personal like my relationships etc (or when I sense a prying eye instead of curiosity)
So how do I keep things fun without sharing details/ explaining my inner world - I want to stop doing that. But then I’m on my guard and it’s not so fun for me! So any advice practically?
My main psychological fear is that I’ll get punished for being visible, that people won’t like it…
Would love some advice, thank you!
In reality, there is just the Earth’s position in space and its rotation. “10:00 AM” or “February 29th” are just labels we’ve stuck onto those physical events so we can coordinate with each other. We are essentially living in a shared simulation of concepts that helps us run a global society.
Think about it:
We use these “words and numbers” as a bridge between our minds and a chaotic, indifferent physical reality. Without them, we couldn’t have a global economy, a GPS system, or even a meeting at a coffee shop.
1. Colors are a “Brain Shortcut”
In reality, there is no such thing as “red” or “blue” in the universe — there are only different wavelengths of light.
The Reality: A photon hits an object and bounces off at a specific frequency.
2. Money is a “Collective Hallucination”
Money is perhaps the most powerful human construct.
3. Borders and Countries
If you look at Earth from the International Space Station, you will never see a line between the
USA and Canada or India and Pakistan
4. Standardized Measurements
The universe doesn’t know what a “meter” or a “kilogram” is.
5. Social Identity and Labels
We label people as “introverts,” “geniuses,” or “criminals,” but nature just sees a complex biological organism with billions of neurons firing.
Technology is just humans tricking the physical world into doing our chores using “spells” made of logic and minerals.
We found a way to “tame” a fundamental force of the universe that we can’t even see.
Think about how wild that is: Electricity is just the movement of tiny subatomic particles (electrons). It has no color, no smell, and no shape. Left to itself, it’s just lightning or static — pure, chaotic energy.
But humans did something incredible:
We basically turned invisible lightning into a domestic servant.
Every time you swipe your phone, you are physically moving invisible particles across a microscopic maze of “gates” inside a piece of glass and metal. You aren’t touching the “app” — you are technically just shifting the electrical state of a rock (the silicon chip) using the bio-electricity in your own finger.
It’s the closest thing to real magic we have: using invisible “spirits” (electrons) to perform physical labor and store human thoughts.
Here are a few ways technology is actually a weird human layer over reality:
1. Computers are just “Thinking Rocks”
A computer chip is essentially just purified sand (silicon) that we’ve etched with microscopic paths.
2. The Internet is a “Collective Memory”
We talk about “The Cloud” like it’s a magical place in the sky.
3. AI is “Statistically Guessing”
When you talk to an AI, it feels like there is a “mind” in there.
4. Software is “Invisible Machinery”
In the old days, if you wanted to change how a factory worked, you had to physically move gears and levers.
5. Screens are “Optical Illusions”
You think you’re looking at a photo of a sunset right now.
Schools usually focus on utility before wonder.
They teach the “how” (formulas, dates, and grammar) because they want you to be able to use the tools. They treat the world like an instruction manual rather than a magic trick.
If they started with the “why” or the “weirdness,” they’re afraid:
By skipping the “soul” of the subject, they make it feel dry and “educational” instead of mind-blowing. They teach you how to read a map, but they forget to mention that the map is not the territory.
Learning the rules of the “human game” (math, history, science) is much more interesting once you realize the whole thing is a giant, sophisticated hack we’ve built on top of a silent universe.