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Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Carl Jung after his embolism laid him up for a month.





To Eugen Bohler

Dear friend, 25 February 1960

It is time I gave you some news of my existence.

I am now well enough to write letters again.

On Jan. 23rd I had a slight embolism followed by not too severe heart cramps.

I was under house arrest for a month, forbidden all mental activity, i.e., active concentration.

However, it didn't stop me from my long planned (renewed) reading of Buddhist texts, whose content I am leaving to simmer inside me.

Thanks to my isolation I have been slipping away from the world and holding converse not with the men of today but with voices long past.

On my return to the 2oth century I discovered that I have heard nothing from you.

Therefore I wanted to notify myself that it was I who was fetched out of the present and transported into the neighbourhood of the Bardo, which always happens when I hear such a distinct memento mori.

I am sufficiently restored to health to go, with luck, to Lugano this Saturday in the hope of heedless and deedless days in the blessed sun.

Hoping to see you again when I get back,

Yours ever,

C.G. Jung ~Carl Jung, Letters Vol. II, Page 544.