In these times: there is a need for a new understanding of community and the role of technology in the life of that community. We need an understanding of what the current pandemic of the COVID-19 virus is doing to our notion of community; both locally, nationally, and as a world community. One way that leads to this understanding is through Jung’s description of the individual and the role of archetypes as the means by which we are all human beings united in a community.
Jung is primarily thought of in terms of providing a particular type or method of analysis to be used in the therapeutic process for people with mental conditions. However, Jung is much more than that. He provides a paradigm of how the human mind works in understanding the world, a paradigm that encompasses both the Western and Eastern explanations of human life. To limit Jung to being a psychoanalyst is like saying Frank Lloyd Wright was just a person who built buildings. So this website is to be a portal to the complete paradigm of Jung’s philosophy.
This website is also to be a place for artists to have a point of entry to the world of the internet. Here artists and musicians will be able to introduce themselves and their work to the world of Jungian thought. Ideas are usually expressed in words; but sometimes these ideas can find an even more powerful expression in a work of art or a musical composition. We have the Jung's own artistic expression of his ideas in The Red Book. What would we be listening to had Jung been a composer?
The following is from the introduction to a book on Jung’s Aion lectures by Marie-Luise von Franz
"Two celebrations were held in his honor on his eightieth birthday. For the first occasion, invitations were sent to a carefully selected list of guests, all of whom were official representatives of his psychology. This was a rather stiff event, which tired him. To the evening party, however, anyone who wanted to see the great man was admitted: students, patients, Jung's gardener, neighbors from Bollingen. In short, a great variety of "important" and "unimportant" people came to offer their congratulations at this second party. The atmosphere was warmly human and animated, and Jung stayed longer than had been anticipated. On the way home he said, ''Yes, those are the people who will carry on my work, single individuals who are suffering and seeking, and who try to take my ideas seriously in their own lives, not the ones who satisfy their vanity by preaching them to others."
That is the new focus of the Jung Center
"The Jung Center provides a forum and roundtable for discussion, reflection, inquiry which contributes depth and breadth to our understanding of the relationship between an individual and culture. Further, the Center facilitates people's understanding of the dynamics of the inner and the outer world which leads to deeper and more meaningful comprehension of life from both the personal and cultural points of view.”
--Jonathan Paul De Vierville
As Virginia Woolfe wrote in the preface to "Common Reader" First Series:
There is a sentence in Dr. Johnson's Life of Gray which might well be written up in all those rooms, too humble to be called libraries, yet full of books, where the pursuit of reading is carried on by private people. ". . . I rejoice to concur with the common reader; for by the common sense of readers, uncorrupted by literary prejudices, after all the refinements of subtilty and the dogmatism of learning, must be finally decided all claim to poetical honours." It defines their qualities; it dignifies their aims; it bestows upon a pursuit which devours a great deal of time, and is yet apt to leave behind it nothing very substantial, the sanction of the great man's approval.
The common reader, as Dr. Johnson implies, differs from the critic and the scholar. He is worse educated, and nature has not gifted him so generously. He reads for his own pleasure rather than to impart knowledge or correct the opinions of others. Above all, he is guided by an instinct to create for himself, out of whatever odds and ends he can come by, some kind of whole--a portrait of a man, a sketch of an age, a theory of the art of writing. He never ceases, as he reads, to run up some rickety and ramshackle fabric which shall give him the temporary satisfaction of looking sufficiently like the real object to allow of affection, laughter, and argument. Hasty, inaccurate, and superficial, snatching now this poem, now that scrap of old furniture, without caring where he finds it or of what nature it may be so long as it serves his purpose and rounds his structure, his deficiencies as a critic are too obvious to be pointed out; but if he has, as Dr. Johnson maintained, some say in the final distribution of poetical honours, then, perhaps, it may be worth while to write down a few of the ideas and opinions which, insignificant in themselves, yet contribute to so mighty a result.