Greetings friends. Today I’m sharing a piece by author, shaman, dream journeyer extraordinaire Robert Moss. He’s penned some of the best material about dreaming and consciousness around. This is from his blog, linked at the end.
Today Moss’s subject is Jung’s plunge into some very dark depths, as he (Jung) journaled about in his amazing self-penned and self-illustrated Red Book, which he stipulated in his will should not be released for public consumption until something like 50 years after his death.
I believe passages like this point to Jung having had a kundalini awakening, and all the bizarreness that active K can bring. I also believe that it was his unrelenting exploration of consciousness that triggered it–same as I believe re: my own experience. That same strength of his courage to go deep is also what brought him through.
So often, questing spirits think kundalini is all about the bliss, but it will typically bring up every iota of NOT BLISS that the human psyche (and body) holds to be witnessed, felt, and reconciled. Kundalini is probably more about purging every physical, psychological, and spiritual nook and cranny than anything else! … which frees one to be who/what they REALLY ARE beneath all the wounding – a gleaming fractal of the ONE.
There’s no shortcut to true awakening and enduring enlightenment. If someone has a brief “whoopee” joyride with “kundalini,” (or so they may think) it simply must have been their karma to have very little debris to clear at this time! Either that or what they attained was more a preview than anything lasting. And btw it’s quite possible too, that, post-kundalini, one will be more sensitive to every pain or sadness in the world as one will know the “bliss.”
Following is from Robert Moss. Love all ~W
The Price Jung Paid
If you choose to venture into Jung’s Red Book, I strongly advise you to do so more cautiously than I did. I stayed with it for three days and nights, without much sleep, following Jung on his Underworld journey. There was one moment, in particular, when I became very angry with him.
He recounts a vision in which he comes upon the mutilated corpse of a murdered girl, and this fills him with grief and rage. A veiled woman appears and tells him he must remove the child’s liver and eat part of it, to atone for the crime. He must take on the guilt, because he is a man and a man was responsible. Jung writhes in resistance, disgusted and horrified, but finally complies.
I kneel down on the stone, cut off a piece of the liver and put it in my mouth.My gorge rises – tears burst from my eyes – cold sweat covers my brow – dull sweet taste of blood – I swallow with desperate efforts – it is impossible – once again and once again – I almost faint – it is done. The horror has been accomplished. 
I wanted to throw the book across the room, but stopped myself, reflecting that this tombstone of a tome would break the furniture. I read on. The woman who commanded this cannibal act throws back her veil, revealing a lovely face, and tells Jung, “I am your soul.”
You will need a strong stomach for some of this. And you will need to be ready to accompany Jung, quite literally, in and out of the madhouse. But persistence will be rewarded. The Red Book, never intended for public consumption, is essential and fascinating reading for those who want to understand the price Jung paid for his gifts. He went down into private hells and depths of madness and he got himself out. We see him struggling heroically to find a vocabulary and a model of understanding for his experiences, weaving for himself the ladders of words that will help to get him out of the pit. We see the seething cauldron from which his greatest work would eventually emerge.
Jung culled the material for the Red Book – whose fine calligraphy and vivid illustrations and decorative features make it resemble a medieval illuminated manuscript – from the journals (‘black books”) he kept during the years of his “confrontation with the unconscious”, when he walked the razor’s edge between madness and genius. As he describes it, the “spirit of the depths” ripped him out of the comfortable, rational assumptions of the “spirit of our times” and dragged him, night after night, through the terrifying stages of Underworld initiation.
– In a crater in a dark and terrifying world below, where black snakes threaten to destroy a red sun, he meets the prophet Elijah and his “daughter” Salome, the evil beauty responsible for the decapitation of John the Baptist in the Bible. Salome tells Jung – to his amazement and confusion- that they are brother and sister, the children of Mother Mary.
Disbelieving and fearing for his sanity, Jung yells at her that she and the Elijah figure are only “symbols”. Elijah reproves him, saying, “We are just as real as your fellow men. You solve nothing by calling us symbols.” Jung’s Elijah also instructs him that “your thoughts are just as much outside your self as trees or animals are outside the body.” 
– While he is trying to continue to lead a normal life, as a prominent psychoanalyst and the father of five children. Jung’s sense of reality is being shaken by the raw power of his night visions, and by synchronistic phenomona during his days when he feels the forces of a deeper world pushing through. In December 1913, in a well-cut suit, he gives a polished lecture to the Zurich Psychoanalytical Society. Three nights later, he tells Elijah, “It seems to me as if I were more real here” – in the Underworld – “yet I do not like to be here.” 
Jung told the Dutch artist Roland Horst that he developed his work Psychological Types from 30 pages of his Red Book , apparently the pages in which the encounters with Elijah and Salome take place and in which – after Jung has been squeezed by a giant black snake until the blood gushes out of him and his head has become that of a lion – Salome tells him, “You are Christ”. 
– Looking back on this passage in his inner and transpersonal life in 1925, from across the divide of the catastrophic Great War that some of his visions had foreshadowed, Jung told a seminar that “You cannot get conscious of these unconscious facts without giving yourself to them. If you can overcome your fear of the unconscious and can let yourself go down, then these facts take on a life of their own. You can be gripped by these ideas so much that you really go mad, or nearly so. These images…form part of the ancient mysteries; in fact, it is such fantasies that made the mysteries.” 
“I fell into the mystery,” Jung states after he has been squeezed by the black snake and saluted by Salome . Reading the Red Book, we see the enormity of the price Jung paid for his wisdom, and come to appreciate the extent of his courage and eventual self-mastery. This is a record of a thoroughly shamanic descent to the Underworld, and of long testing and initiation in houses of darkness from which lesser minds and feebler spirits might never have managed to find their way back.
2. ibid, 249
Many Selves. Drawing by Jung on page 169 of the facsimile of the Red Book.