My Road to Jung: How I Ended Up 10,000 Feet Under the Ground

It turned out that I would have many confirmingRuss was of the human psyche. He encouraged me
dreams about training, applying for training, and Jungto take seriously the utterances of my psychotic
himself. Early on, however, my road to Jung waspatient (she claimed her twin babies had been killed by
paved not by initiatory dreams or visions (at least, I dohospital attendants). He taught me to pay attention to
not recall any), but by a sequence of pivotal events inthe images and patterns in the unconscious, and to
my life. These events have had for me a feeling oflisten to what the soul was saying. Elsewhere in the
fate about them, as if I had been led or called in ahospital, I saw patients being medicated, treated
specific direction, one for which I unconsciouslybehaviorally, and taught how to relax (having drowsy,
yearned. It was as if I had been guided through aheavily sedated patients led through relaxation
dense fog without knowing it at the time--until muchexercises seemed rather bizarre!). But I was most
later, when I would be able to identify and choose theintrigued by Jungian psychology. Still, it wasn't time to
path more consciously.enter training yet. I had other tasks to fulfill first.
As background, I must first say that I was clearly on aI sensed that I needed to begin my psychology career
spiritual search throughout my college years. Neverand start earning a living. So I headed out to a mental
initiated or grounded in the religious tradition of myhealth center in desolate Rock Springs, Wyoming (why
parents, Judaism, I was left on my own to explore thethere is another strange twist of fate I will not go into
answers to the perennial questions about life. Most ofhere). Soon, however, I began feeling pretty sterile
my early interests were in Eastern philosophy andmyself. I was empty and depressed. My life lacked
practices, such as Buddhism, Hinduism, and Taoism--orsomething, but I didn't know what it was. I was lost and
at least the Western versions of them taught by Alanconfused professionally, too. I tried my best with my
Watts, Ram Dass, Stephen, and others.clients, but I had learned so many different therapeutic
At the same time, I was drawn to the study ofmodalities (my Ph.D. program was eclectic), I really
psychology, and pursued undergraduate and graduatedidn't know quite what to do in any given case. I
degrees in the field, particularly clinical, or applied,believed in the Jungian approach philosophically, but
psychology. For a long time, these twowasn't certain how to apply it in a practical way. I had
interests--spirituality and psychology-- ran parallel in mygone through a fully accredited four-year doctoral
life, rarely touching one another (one exception I recallprogram in clinical psychology and yet I still was not
was a class at Long Beach State University calledaware of how to work meaningfully with my clients. I
"Yoga and Psychology"). Generally, I studiedwas experiencing a major identity crisis.
psychology in school and spiritual disciplines in myFortunately, I found my way out of the Wyoming
personal life. When I was accepted for doctoralwasteland and out of my own barrenness as well.
studies in clinical psychology at the University ofAttending a conference in Denver on humanistic
Arizona, I requested permission to minor in religiouspsychology, I happened to attend a talk by a Jungian
studies, but was denied. My advisor matter- of-factlyanalyst, Jeff Raff. Once again, something in me felt
informed me that my area of study, clinical psychology,nourished, and I knew I needed to get to Denver so I
was already the "softest" specialty incould get back into analysis and study Jung again. At
psychology. Religious studies were simply out of thefirst my way was stymied, but I eventually achieved
question. He said I needed to pick a "hard"this goal. Upon reflection, I am impressed with how
scientific area in which to minor, like statistics orauspiciously things worked out--how lucky I was to
experimental psychology. So I ended up selectingmove to Denver for a well-paying job, one that
something I could live with, developmental psychology.allowed me both the time and money for analysis and
Meanwhile, I fell in love with a woman I met at thetraining. In fact, all along the way, things curiously
mental health facility where I worked. Among theseemed to occur just when I needed them to. I got
things we had in common were strong spiritual andmoney when I required it most. Likewise, when I
metaphysical penchants. I discovered that she wasneeded time to study, it was there. When it was
particularly fond of the writings of Jung, about which Inecessary to have analysands for the control stage
knew nothing. I remember her showing me Man andof training, they appeared. It was a remarkably
His Symbols and her prized volumes of Jung'saffirming and sometimes magical process, but not one
Collected Works. I also recollect her talking to mewithout setbacks and hardship as well. It was
about the meaning in dreams. However, I was onlynecessary for me to learn to trust the
superficially interested in what she told me, focusingunconscious--and that took many painful lessons.
more on getting through my doctoral studies (whichBefore closing, there is one dream that deserves to be
completely excluded Jungian psychology). I looked atmentioned in terms of initiation. It actually came
her and my dreams with about the samesomewhere in the middle of my formal Jungian training,
seriousnessthat I read the newspaper horoscope (i.e.,three or so years into it. But it was an initiatory dream
as a form of play). Jungian psychology was somethingall the same. I would say that it initiated me into the
I was simply not able to grasp at the time.deeper level of the process--into the mythic nature of
Probably the biggest turning point came when it wasthe training in which I was involved. I was starting to
time for me to leave the university campus andquestion what I was doing in training. I had failed one of
complete a year-long clinical internship. I conscientiouslymy exams and was required to wait a year to take it
sought a position with good financial support and aagain. I thought perhaps it was time to stop. After all, I
desirable geographical location (I was interested in livinghad already earned B.A., M.A., and Ph.D. degrees, and
a simple, back-to-the-land lifestyle somewhere in thehad passed psychology licensing exams in Wyoming
Pacific Northwest). By an odd sequence of events,and Colorado. Furthermore, my psychology practice
right before the deadline for applications an advisor atwas going very well. Hadn't I jumped through enough
school suggested I apply to Camarillo State Hospital inhoops? Hadn't I completed enough school and taken
California. I looked it up in my internship guidebook and itenough exams? Why was I still trying to satisfy the
didn't sound very inviting. It offered the minimal NIMH"Father?" Couldn't I stand on my own
stipend, just $3,600 for the year! Even worse, it wasauthority by now? I stewed and thought about all
less than an hour's drive from my city of birth, Losthese things. Then I had the following dream:
Angeles, to which I had no desire to return. Not toI am employed as the assistant to an alchemist. There
mention the fact that I had already applied to twelveis a woman helper as well. The alchemist reminds me
other locations! "Well," I thought, "Iof Jungian analyst
guess I could apply to Camarillo as a back-up in theArny Mindell (who was my analyst's analyst, someone
unlikely event that all the other applications fallI thought of as my spiritual grandfather). I am
through." "No one would want to goquestioning what we are doing and have decided to
there!" I figured. "I know I'll getpull out. For this, I am considered a heretic.
accepted!"Then the alchemist comes and talks with me. He says
A month or so later, rejection notices started rolling inwe have performed only part of the opus. There is still
and--you guessed it--I ended up being accepted onlyone major stage to complete. He tells me that I am the
at my last choice, Camarillo State Hospital! Afteronly one who can do it. It involves cooking and
getting over the shock and disappointment, I resignedtransforming the alchemical substance in alarge
myself to my fate, packed up my bags, and headedoutdoor oven or container that looks very much like a
out west to Camarillo, California. Soon after arriving, Ihuge hole dug in the earth. But there is a problem. The
met two psychology interns who told me they'd comesurroundingcommunity considers it dangerous and
from far away across the country. They had chosenillegal, fearing the contamination it could cause. The
Camarillo's mental hospital as their first choice becausealchemist says he does not know how to solve this
of the Jungian analyst on the staff! I believe this wasproblem--that only I can solve it. It is up to me.
probably the only internship in the country with aI awoke profoundly moved by this dream. My doubts
Jungian analyst on staff. Well, this piqued my curiosity,and questions of the days before were entirely gone,
to say the least. And the seeds my girlfriend hadand in their place there was a strong conviction that I
planted seemed to get a few drops of moisture.had to continue with the process of becoming an
Shortly after I arrived at the hospital, the analyst there,analyst. I understood from the dream that the training
Russ Lockhart, was asked to give a talk to theprogram was not about jumping through hoops to
psychology staff. He showed the film Face to Faceplease the "Father" or achieving yet another
and commented briefly on the things Jung discussed indiploma for my wall. It was a deep (literally, in the
the BBC interview. I don't recall much of what Russground!) mythic process of transformation. It was not
said, only that I was moved and drawn to it. The othereven for me, really, but for the sake of the alchemical
psychologists and interns showed little or no interest,materia--which I imagined to be the still unrealized Self.
but the two east coast interns and I were hungry forYet it was only I who could complete the task.
more. We collectively asked Russ to meet with usUnquestionably, the training process of becoming a
informally, once a week, over a brown bag lunch, andJungian analyst carried new meaning and depth for
he agreed. It wasn't really a seminar, but more ame.
chance to ask Russ questions and discuss various ofFinally, the image of the underground alchemical
Jung's thoughts and ideas. I didn't understand all offurnace reminds me that one of the first dreams I can
what he said, but what I did grasp made a great dealrecall--long before my interest in Jung emerged--was
of sense, much more than what I was being taughtthat I was pulling up carrots out of the ground. They
elsewhere in the hospital. I just knew, somehow, that ithad big leafy tops above the earth, but scrawny roots
was right. It resonated with something inside me. Theunderneath. Remarkably, one of the last dreams I had
seeds were beginning to sprout.before graduating Jungian training was that the
I started reading Jungian books and articles, and beganprocess of analysis had taken me deep into my
working with an analyst in Los Angeles. At the hospital,interior; in fact, the image in the dream was that I was
Russ instructed our little group in the use of sandtrayliterally 10,000 feet under the ground! I had at last found
therapy and supervised my work with an adolescentthe depth and grounding for which I had been
patient. I remember being touched by how respectfulsearching.