I held up the stubborn pen and squinted at it: “I know that you’re God’s pen because everything belongs to him,” I said. Late this December evening, neither myself nor my faithful pen seemed to know what to write. My memory of the day held missing time. So I stared into the virgin white page, decided to jot down whatever came to mind, and trust the rest to God’s pen. As I began to write, I had no idea that this would be the most important night of my life.
The Red Book is an exquisite red leather bound folio manuscript crafted by the Swiss psychologist and physician Carl Jung between 1915 and 1930. It recounts and comments upon the author’s imaginative experiences between 1913 and 1916, based on manuscripts first drafted by Jung in 1914–17. Despite being nominated as the central work in Jung’s oeuvre, it was not published or made otherwise accessible for study until 2009. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
“…the spirit of the depths forced me to speak to my soul, to call upon her as a living and self-existing being. I had to become aware that I had lost my soul.”
Carl Jung, The Red Book