Chicken Little: The Inside Story (A Jungian ... - Inner City Books
Chicken Little: The Inside Story (A Jungian ... - Inner City Books
Chicken Little: The Inside Story (A Jungian ... - Inner City Books
Create successful ePaper yourself
Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.
48 <strong>Chicken</strong> <strong>Little</strong>: <strong>The</strong> <strong>Inside</strong> <strong>Story</strong><br />
in the Catskills. <strong>The</strong> name does not matter, you will not have heard<br />
of it. It was heretical, to say the least, with roots in the Gnostic tradition.<br />
<strong>The</strong> way of life suited me, for I was seeking surcease from<br />
the materialistic world—the avarice, the joyless pursuit of pleasure<br />
by waves of unthinking people who, in Nietzsche’s words, ‘register<br />
their existence with a dull astonishment.’ ”<br />
I looked at Brillig, for I had used that very line myself in one of<br />
my books.<br />
“Eh? You like that?” he smiled. “But perhaps you prefer parson<br />
Kierkegaard’s bizarre query—‘Which is harder: to be executed, or<br />
to suffer that prolonged agony which consists in being trampled to<br />
death by geese?’ ”<br />
I laughed, recalling it from Brillig’s thesis.<br />
“In the monastery,” he continued, “I found release from all that.<br />
I loved everything about the cloistered life—strict discipline and<br />
holy matins; solitude, chanting, regular chores and simple food.<br />
“After acquitting myself as an acolyte I applied for, and was<br />
granted, a foreign posting. Along with several others I was sent<br />
across the sea, to Carpathia.”<br />
I started. “Kraznac? <strong>Chicken</strong> <strong>Little</strong>?”<br />
“<strong>The</strong> same general area, yes, but rather closer to the Hungarian<br />
border. I was there several months before I became aware of her,<br />
except, as you will appreciate, by implication: it was the late thirties,<br />
storm clouds were forming; the end of the world—well, as we<br />
knew it—was in the air. Which is to say, the archetype of Armageddon<br />
was constellated. I had several apocalyptic visions similar<br />
to those Jung had before the First World War, but of course I<br />
didn’t know that then. 53<br />
“It was in Upper Kraznac that I first heard of Ms. <strong>Little</strong> by<br />
name. Upper Kraznac was a bustling market town. Several Brothers—drawn<br />
by lot, for it was a privilege to be released from daily<br />
chores—journeyed there weekly for provisions. On mules it was<br />
53 See Memories, Dreams, Reflections, p. 175: “I saw a monstrous flood covering<br />
all the northern and low-lying lands between the North Sea and the Alps. . . . I<br />
realized that a frightful catastrophe was in progress. I saw the mighty yellow<br />
waves, the floating rubble of civilization, and the drowned bodies of uncounted<br />
thousands. <strong>The</strong>n the whole sea turned to blood.”