CG JUNG - Countryside Anarchist

19 OCTOBER 1932
you cannot realize the self, and the purpose of this world has been
missed. Then you must simply be thrown back into the melting pot and
be born again.
The Hindus have an extremely interesting theory about that. I am not
strong on metaphysics, but I must admit that in metaphysics there is a
great deal of psychology. You see, it is utterly important that one should
be in this world, that one really fulfills one’s entelechia, the germ of life
which one is. Otherwise you can never start Kundalini; you can never
detach. You simply are thrown back, and nothing has happened; it is an
absolutely valueless experience. You must believe in this world, make
roots, do the best you can, even if you have to believe in the most absurd
things—to believe, for instance, that this world is very definite, that it
matters absolutely whether such-and-such a treaty is made or not. It may
be completely futile, but you have to believe in it, have to make it almost
a religious conviction, merely for the purpose of putting your signature
under the treaty, so that trace is left of you. For you should leave some
trace in this world which notifies that you have been here, that something
has happened. If nothing happens of this kind you have not realized
yourself; the germ of life has fallen, say, into a thick layer of air that
kept it suspended. It never touched the ground, and so never could produce
the plant. But if you touch the reality in which you live, and stay for
several decades if you leave your trace, then the impersonal process can
begin. You see, the shoot must come out of the ground, and if the personal
spark has never gotten into the ground, nothing will come out of
it; no li´ga or Kundalini will be there, because you are still staying in the
infinity that was before.
Now if, as I say, you succeed in completing your entelechia, thatshoot
will come up from the ground; namely, that possibility of a detachment
from this world—from the world of Mvyv, as the Hindu would say—
which is a sort of depersonalization. For in mÖlvdhvra we are just identical.
We are entangled in the roots, and we ourselves are the roots. We
make roots, we cause roots to be, we are rooted in the soil, and there is
no getting away for us, because we must be there as long as we live. That
idea, that we can sublimate ourselves and become entirely spiritual and
no hair left, is an inflation. I am sorry, that is impossible; it makes no
sense. Therefore we must invent a new scheme, and we speak of the impersonal.
Other times may invent other terms for the same thing.
You know, in India they do not say “personal” and “impersonal,” “subjective”
and “objective,” “ego” and “non-ego.” They speak of buddhi, personal
consciousness, and Kundalini, which is the other thing; and they
never dream of identifying the two. They never think, “I myself am Kun-
29