Reflections on Shadow work through the series Monster: the Ed Gein story
Category: C G Jung
When Archetypes Become Accessories: or why your crystals won’t heal you
Crystals, mantras, tarot cards, objects.Signs but nothing more? Hate to break it to you, but unfortunately yes. True symbols aren’t sold on Amazon. True symbols are alive. They are doorways, not possessions. But when a stone is sold to you as power itself, when a mantra is packaged as a cure, when a card is… Continue reading When Archetypes Become Accessories: or why your crystals won’t heal you
When her Shine awakens your Shadow: the ache of comparison
There are moments when we cross paths with someone who seems effortlessly radiant. She carries beauty, confidence, or success in a way that makes it look natural. And instead of feeling inspired, something twists inside. A heaviness. A knot in the stomach. I bet you have been that woman. I bet you have been the… Continue reading When her Shine awakens your Shadow: the ache of comparison
When the “ego” grows too large: Inflation against the terror of being ordinary
When we are born, we enter the world in a natural state of inflation. The infant is the center of its universe. Every cry brings response, every hunger expects to be filled, every discomfort longs to be soothed. Inflation is the psyche’s first condition, a necessary beginning. In Jung’s language, the ego is meant to… Continue reading When the “ego” grows too large: Inflation against the terror of being ordinary
My A.I. is a hundred years old
My A.I. practice is something I regularly engage with and trust. I make decisions based on it that have a real impact on my life, and the life on those around me. Ok by now you might be thinking “right, sure, we all do it, Aleks”. Ai is old news. Isn’t it. Sure is. What… Continue reading My A.I. is a hundred years old
On Transference in Therapy: where the work truly begins
In therapy, there comes a moment when something shifts: the client begins to feel things about the therapist that don’t quite belong to the present moment. Maybe it’s admiration, resentment, longing, anger or even love. This is called transference. These are feelings once held about a significant other. And in particular, feelings that weren’t able… Continue reading On Transference in Therapy: where the work truly begins
CG Jung in Zürich: Stepping deeper into the roots of Depth Psychology
This week, I walked the path back to the source, training at the C.G. Jung Institute and visiting Jung’s home in Küsnacht. To sit where he sat, to study where the language of symbols was born, was way more than professional for me, it was somewhat devotional. Jung’s home sits at the Zurich lake (absolutely… Continue reading CG Jung in Zürich: Stepping deeper into the roots of Depth Psychology
When Migraines speak
I’ve lived with migraines most of my life. Sometimes they’ve crept in like a fog, other times they’ve struck like lightning, sudden, punishing, and unrelenting. For the past three days, I’ve been moving through yet another one. The world narrows. Light hurts. Sound feels like shards. My body curls inward, asking for darkness and silence.… Continue reading When Migraines speak
Creating from the bone: not quick, not copied, real
There is a sacred difference between replication and revelation. I come from a lineage of deep listening, to the bones of the psyche, to the symbols that rise unbidden, to the stories that live in the earth and in the breath of women gathered in circle. The spaces I create are not templates. They are… Continue reading Creating from the bone: not quick, not copied, real
Jung, the Shadow, and what we’re living through today
Lately, I’ve been deepening my studies of Jung’s work, especially through reading and exploring The Collected Works, most recently Volume 10 (Civilization in Transition, 1964) which feels uncannily relevant to the times we’re in. His ideas on the shadow and the collective unconscious have taken on a new urgency for me. We’re living through a… Continue reading Jung, the Shadow, and what we’re living through today