The Symbols of Transformation 49

The Symbols of Transformation 49

Carl Jung
卡尔 荣格


THE second chapter in Miss Miller’s work is entitled,
“Gloire a Dieu. Poeme onuique.”


When twenty years of age, Miss Miller took a long
journey through Europe We leave the description of it
to her


“After a long and rough journey from New York to Stockholm,
from there to Petersburg and Odessa, I found it a true
pleasure to leave the world of inhabited cities and to enter
the world of waves, sky and silence I stayed hours long on deck to dream, stretched out in a reclining chair The histories, legends and myths of the different countries which I saw in the distance, came back to me indistinctly blended together in a sort of luminous mist, in which things lost their reality, while the dreams and thought alone took on somewhat the appearance of reality.


At first, I even avoided all company and kept to myself, lost
wholly in my dreams, where all that I knew of great, beautiful
new life. I also employed a great part of my time writing to my distant friends, reading and sketching out short poems about the regions visited Some of these poems were of a very serious character.”


It may seem superfluous, perhaps, to enter intimately
into all these details. If we recall, however, the remark
made above, that when people let their unconscious
speak, they always tell us the most important things of their intimate selves then even the smallest detail appears
to have meaning Valuable personalities invariably
tell us, through their unconscious, things that are generally
valuable, so that patient interest is rewarded
Miss Miller describes here a state of “introversion”


After the life of the cities with their many impressions
had been absorbing her interest (with that already discussed
strength of suggestion which powerfully enforced
the impression) she breathed freely upon the ocean, and
after so many external impressions, became engrossed
wholly in the internal with intentional abstraction from
the surroundings, so that things lost their reality and
dreams became truth.


We know from psychopathology
that certain mental disturbances
” exist which are first manifested by the individuals shutting themselves off
slowly, more and more, from reality and sinking into
their phantasies, during which process, in proportion as
the reality loses its hold, the inner world gains in reality
and determining power 3


This process leads to a certain
point (which varies with the individual) when the patients
suddenly become more or less conscious of their
separation from reality The event which then enters
is the pathological excitation that is to say, the patients
begin to turn towards the environment, with diseased
views (to be sure) which, however, still represent the
compensating, although unsuccessful, attempt at transference.


4 The methods of reaction are, naturally, very
different. I will not concern myself more closely about
this here.


This type appears to be generally a psychological rule
which holds good for all neuroses and, therefore, also
for the normal in a much less degree We might therefore,
expect that Miss Miller, after this energetic and persevering introversion, which had even encroached for a
time upon the feeling of reality, would succumb anew to
an impression of the real would and also to just as suggestive
and energetic an influence as that of her dreams.
Let us proceed with the narrative:


‘ But as the journey drew to an end, the ship’s officers outdid themselves in kindness (tout ce qu’il y a de plus empresse et de plus aimable) and I passed many amusing hours teaching them English.


On the Sicilian coast, in the haibor of Catania, I wrote a sailor’s song which was very similar to a song well known on the sea,(Brine, wme and damsels fine) The Italians in general all sing very well, and one of the officers who sang on deck during night, had made a great impression upon me and had given me the idea of writing some words adapted to his melody Soon
after that, I was very nearly obliged to reverse the well-known
saying,’ Veder Napoli e poi morir,’ that is to say, suddenly I became very ill, although not dangerously so.

在西西里岛的海岸,在卡达尼亚的港口,我写了一首水手的歌,类似一首著名的海上之歌(Brine, wme and damsels fine)。义大利人一般都朗朗上口。其中有一位水手晚上在甲板上歌唱,给我强烈的印象,并且给予我写作歌词配合他的旋律的念头。我几乎不得不逆转这个著名的格言:’ Veder Napoli e poi morir,’看见拿波里湾,死亦无憾”。换句话说,我突然生病,虽然并没有病得那么重。

I recovered to
such an extent, however, that I could go on land to visit the
sights of the city in a carriage This day tired me very much,
and since we had planned to see Pisa the following day, I went
on board early in the evening and soon lay down to sleep without
thinking of anything more serious than the beauty of the officers and the ugliness of the Italian beggars


One is somewhat disappointed at meeting here, instead
of the expected impiession of reality, rather a small intermezzo, a flirtation


Nevertheless, one of the officers,
the singer, had made a great impression (il m’avait fait
beaucoup d’impression) The remark at the close of the
“sans songer a rien de plus seneux qu’a la
beaute des officiers,’ and so on, diminishes the seriousness
of the impression, it is true

可是,其中一位服务船员,那位歌手,给予强烈的印象。描述的结尾的谈话”sans songer a rien de plus seneux qu’a la
beaute des officiers, 等等,确实将印象的严肃性减低。

The assumption, however,
that the impression openly influenced the mood very
much, is supported by the fact that a poem upon a subject
of such an erotic character came forth immediately,
“Brine, wine and damsels fine,” and in the singer’s honor.


One is only too easily inclined to take such an impression
lightly, and one admits so gladly the statements of the
participators when they represent everything as simple
and not at all serious I dwell upon this impression at
length, because it is important to know that an erotic impression after such an Introversion, has a deep effect and
is undervalued, possibly, by Miss Miller The suddenly
passing sickness is obscure and needs a psychologic interpretation
which cannot be touched upon here because of
lack of data.


The phenomena now to be described can
only be explained as arising from a disturbance which
reaches to the very depths of her being


” From Naples to Livorno, the ship travelled for a night,
during which I slept more or less well, my sleep, however, is
seldom deep or dreamless. It seemed to me as if my mother’s
voice wakened me, just at the end of the following dream At
first I had a vague conception of the words,
‘ When the morning
stars sang together,’ which were the praeludium of a certain confused
representation of creation and of the mighty chorals resounding
through the universe.


In spite of the strange, contradictory
and confused character which is peculiar to the dream,
there was mingled in it the chorus of an oratorio which has been given by one of the foremost musical societies of New York, and with that were also memories of Milton’s f Paradise Lost.’


from out of this whirl, there slowly emerged certain words, which arranged themselves into three strophes and, indeed^ they seemed to be in my own handwriting on ordinary blue-lined writing paper
on a page of my old poetry book which I always carried around with me; in short, they appeared to me exactly as some minutes later they were in reality in my book ”


Miss Miller now wrote down the following poem,
which, she rearranged somewhat a few months later, to
make it more nearly, in her opinion, like the dream


” When the Eternal first made Sound
A myriad ears sprang out to hear,
And throughout all the Universe
There rolled an echo deep arid clear:
All glory to the God of Sound !


” When the Eternal first made Light
A myriad eyes sprang out to look,
And hearing ears and seeing eyes
Once more a mighty choral took
All glory to the God of Light 1


” When the Eternal first gave Love
A myriad hearts sprang into life,
Ears filled with music, eyes with light;
Pealed forth with hearts with love all rife-
All glory to the God of Love !



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