“The unconscious…is the deposit of all human experience right back to its remotest beginnings.”
– C. G. Jung
Although the grandest search of the SydArthur Festival has been for those protagonists whose work and lives best sum up the psychedelic artist, there has also been a secondary though no less essential search for those Facilitators, Ur-Ancestors, Culture Heroes whose works even before the discovery of LSD beat at the boundaries of Western thought and dared to free our minds in preparation for the awesome experiment of the post-war years. Though Freud and Jung were arguably the greatest minds of the 20th Century, Jung it was who dared us to abandon religion and – in his own words – “live in doubt”. And it is C. G. Jung alone whom we must credit and thank for such terms as “archetype”, “synchronicity” and the “collective unconscious”: concepts which the Western intellectual has come to rely on when trying to explain bizarre experiences, bizarre feelings and supernatural events in this scientific post-war age.
Whereas Freud in his concept of the non-personal mind saw only murk and jettisoned human debris, Jung’s vision of the Collective Unconscious was of a colossal psychic ocean of all past collective human experience from whose unfathomable depths even the most forgotten experiences could, with consideration, yet be retrieved. Nothing was lost forever, only buried deep in the silt of time. And Jung it was who set the West on its head with his research into UFOs, alchemy and the occult, his adventuresome spirit always craftily concealed beneath his hefty scientific credentials, which the good doctor, throughout his long career, cannily deployed at any opportunity in order to trespass into the kind of obscure areas of bizarre, unauthentic research that would have ruined the careers of lesser men.
So hail to thee, mighty Carl Jung – this Sage of the Scientific Age, this Freer of the West whose decades of visions, research and literature has so aided our first tentative steps into this post-Christian Age. He dared not only to split with Freud, but his Visions (and extraordinarily thorough research papers) regarding the so-called Collective Unconscious made of him nothing less than a latter day Zarathustra, for Jung DARED to judge, to stand one before the other, point a finger and say: ‘That one!’