身体与灵魂：荣格的疾病研究的另一面

cover file:///F:/...S%20&%20MYTH%20&%20LITERATURE/PHALLUS%20+%20JUNGIAN/BODY%20&%20SOUL/files/__joined.html[22/1/2010 11:31:25 μμ] title: Body and Soul : The Other Side of Illness Studies in Jungian Psychology ; 48 author: Kreinheder, Albert. publisher: Inner City Books isbn10 | asin: 091912349X print isbn13: 9780919123496 ebook isbn13: 9780585097091 language: English subject Mind and body, Kreinheder, Albert,--1913-1990, Cancer-- Patients--Biography, Psychoanalytic Interpretation, Psychophysiologic Disorders--personal narratives. publication date: 1991 lcc: BF161.K73 1991eb ddc: 128/.2 subject: Mind and body, Kreinheder, Albert,--1913-1990, Cancer-- Patients--Biography, Psychoanalytic Interpretation, Psychophysiologic Disorders--personal narratives. cover Page 1 Body and Soul page_1 Page 2 Marie-Louise von Franz, Honorary Patron Studies in Jungian Psychology by Jungian Analysts Daryl Sharp, General Editor page_2 cover file:///F:/...S%20&%20MYTH%20&%20LITERATURE/PHALLUS%20+%20JUNGIAN/BODY%20&%20SOUL/files/__joined.html[22/1/2010 11:31:25 μμ] Page 3 Body and Soul The Other Side of Illness Albert Kreinheder page_3 Page 4 Canadian Cataloguing in Publication Data Kreinheder, Albert, 1913-1990. Body and soul: the other side of illness (Studies in Jungian psychology by Jungian analysts: 48) ISBN 0-919123-49-X 1. Mind and body. 2. Soul. 3. Jung, C.G. (Carl Gustav), 1875-1961. 4. Kreinheder, Albert, 1913-1990. 5. Cancer-Patients-Biography. I. Title. II. Series. BF175.G37 1990 154 C90-094680-6 Copyright (c) 1991 Estate of Albert Kreinheder. All rights reserved. INNER CITY BOOKS Box 1271, Station Q, Toronto, Canada M4T 2P4 Telephone (416) 927-0355 FAX 416-924-1814 Honorary Patron: Marie-Louise von Franz. Publisher and General Editor: Daryl Sharp. Senior Editor: Victoria Cowan. INNER CITY BOOKS was founded in 1980 to promote the understanding and practical application of the work of C.G. Jung. Cover painting by Canadian artist Annie B. Knoop Printed and bound in Canada page_4 cover file:///F:/...S%20&%20MYTH%20&%20LITERATURE/PHALLUS%20+%20JUNGIAN/BODY%20&%20SOUL/files/__joined.html[22/1/2010 11:31:25 μμ] Page 5 Contents Foreword 7 1 The Day the Cat Died 11 2 Through Whose Eyes? 15 3 Weeding the Garden 19 4 Healing Is a Miracle 24 5 Living the Soul 28 6 Bring the Wheelchair 33 7 The Spirit Guide 36 8 Pains in the Chest 39 9 Where Is Passion Bred? 41 10 The Image Behind the Symptom 47 11 What If I Like the Way I Am? 51 12 There Is a Story 56 13 There Is a Power 59 14 More About the Power 63 15 Terror or Ecstasy? 65 16 Bleeding at the Mouth 71 17 Anxiety Can Kill 78 18 All Over the Skin 89 cover file:///F:/...S%20&%20MYTH%20&%20LITERATURE/PHALLUS%20+%20JUNGIAN/BODY%20&%20SOUL/files/__joined.html[22/1/2010 11:31:25 μμ] 19 The Problem or the Power? 97 20 Why Not Change the Plot? 102 21 And After That the Dark 107 page_5 Page 7 Foreword Healing of the mind, as well as healing of the body, probably was practiced in prehistoric times. In fact, it is quite probable that the earliest healing, except for cuts, bruises, broken bones and such, was to mend the soul or spirit of the afflicted one. When one's head split with pain or one's belly burned from an inner fire, what else could be amiss? In more recent times, shamans, witch doctors and, most recently, even psychotherapists, with the backing of the science of psychology, have offered their services in the treatment of bodily ills. With the advent of science, shamans became psychologists and witch doctors became physicians and seldom the twain shall meet. Until Sigmund Freud and C.G. Jung. Freud envisioned in psychosomatic cases a body victimized by unredeemed complexes fostered by botched toilet training; Jung took somewhat the same view, but substituted perverse archetypes for parental "abuse." Going one step further, though not the first to do so, Dr. Albert Kreinheder imagined an intertwining or intermingling of body and mind rather than a simple cause and effect relationship. What makes his book original is that it presents a theoretic concept (not the term he would have used) and a method of treatment based upon his own immediate experience and founded upon extensive scientific training and a lengthy personal analysis. But what makes his work truly unique is that amazingly, in this day of published jargonistic psychobabble passing for science, Kreinheder has written a supremely readable book (many chapters read like prose poetry) about the body and the psyche without it being "psychological." He understood that page_7 Page 8 the essence of human experience is not psychological and rational; it is something ineffable and immediate, passionate and painful, spiritual and profane, that must be both endured and celebrated. Kreinheder's psychology stems from his life and his approaching death. And, as noted above, it is founded upon a sound scientific education. Nor is this book narrowly about himself. When Kreinheder writes, "Everything in heaven and earth affects me and is affected by me," he is echoing Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself," which he knew quite well. That is, he uses the personal pronouns I and we to mean Everyman. The personal Albert Kreinheder was born in 1913 in Buffalo, New York. He attended Syracuse University and earned a B.A. and M.A. in English. His intention at the time was to support a career of writing with teaching, but World War Two interrupted his plans. A pacifist, he spent the war in conscientious objector camps working in national forests. At war's end, he enrolled at the Claremont Graduate School in Claremont, California, as a doctoral student in clinical psychology. With the award of a Ph.D. in 1952, he entered private practice in Los Angeles. A little over ten years later he became a Jungian analyst through the C.G. Jung Institute of Los Angeles. At different times he served the Institute as Director of Training, Chairman of the Certifying Board and President. About fifteen years ago, Kreinheder, an athlete in his youth and a jogger before jogging shoes were invented, was made cover file:///F:/...S%20&%20MYTH%20&%20LITERATURE/PHALLUS%20+%20JUNGIAN/BODY%20&%20SOUL/files/__joined.html[22/1/2010 11:31:25 μμ] virtually immobile by arthritis. Though he tried a combination of medical, nutritional and chiropractic treatment, it was by an intensive exploration through active imagination into the reason for the pain that he achieved a full remission. The consequence of his healing experience was a series of articles in the Los Angeles Jungian journal Psychological Perspectives and lec- page_8 Page 9 how, through active imagination, he had been healed. Two and a half years before he started writing Body and Soul, he underwent surgery in which cancerous tissue was discovered and removed. The first chapter of this book is about that experience. In succeeding chapters he tells of his way of confronting the specter of pain and death both in his own instance and in the cases of several patients. The book was finished weeks before his seventy-sixth birthday. Four months later, in April 1990, Body and Soul was accepted for publication; in less than two months he died of a reoccurrence of the cancer. This book is a last testament of a dying man, a man with profound insightbut it is about life and living. The last chapter is Kreinheder's gift to his readers. He tells us all how to die with dignity, equanimity and courage. That is the way he died. Kreinheder may have been familiar with the lyrics of the popular song of the thirties from which he borrowed the title of his book. Three lines from it could be his address to Death: My life a hell you're making, You know I'm yours for just the taking, I gladly surrender my life to you, body and soul. "Healing may take place in death," his spirit medium said. "Death is the final healing." <><><><><><><><><><><><> Al Kreinheder asked that his book be dedicated to the loving partner of his last eleven years, Linda Gilbert, and to the spiritual inspiration of his healing, his friend, colleague and mentor, Dr. Kieffer Frantz. WILLIAM O. WALCOTT, PH.D., JUNGIAN ANALYST, LOS ANGELES page_9 Page 10 cover file:///F:/...S%20&%20MYTH%20&%20LITERATURE/PHALLUS%20+%20JUNGIAN/BODY%20&%20SOUL/files/__joined.html[22/1/2010 11:31:25 μμ] page_10 Page 11 1 The Day the Cat Died The story begins with Willie, and Willie is a cat. He's grey like a dark cloud and tiger striped. He loves me. In a non- complicated, matter-of-fact way, like ''Of course I love you. Whoever thought differently?" But that's all past tense now. He was part of the family. There was Linda (my wife), Michael (stepson, age 10), myself and Willie. We were his pride of lions. He lay on the bed with us, our television-watching bed. Purr. Purr. Or he walked over us at his pleasure. I also have a wider community, though pretty narrowed now because of this age thing. The doctors are part of it, my personal HMO. They monitor my body month by month and tell me how to take care of it. There was a small growth at the groin, probably a fatty cyst, said Dr. Mosky. "Nothing at all really, but let's get it out and see for sure." They got me onto my back in the hospital, and Dr. Kukenbecker, the surgeon, was digging into my groin. Why was it taking so long? Slowly, carefully, bit by bit. Then into a bottle and down to the lab. He was still sewing me up when the lab report came back. It was melanoma, he saidin a monotone, as if he was reciting the rosary. I knew what melanoma was, but not exactly at that moment. Not until the next day did I recall that melanoma was cancer, and a very serious kind, especially when it has advanced to the lymph node. That was the situationmelanoma, lymph node, left groin. cover file:///F:/...S%20&%20MYTH%20&%20LITERATURE/PHALLUS%20+%20JUNGIAN/BODY%20&%20SOUL/files/__joined.html[22/1/2010 11:31:25 μμ] It was necessary, Dr. K. said, to find the origin, the pri- page_11 Page 12 mary site. It starts somewhere and then advances to the lymph node. Nothing was visible on the skin surfaces, so a real operation was in order. Exploratory surgery. A six-inch incision linking up with my old hernia scar, going into the peritoneum to the deeper arteries and lymph nodes, the whole pelvic landscape. Dr. Kukenbecker is six feet three and weighs 240 pounds. He inspires both confidence and fear. Anyone that substantial must be twice as mature and sensible as I am. But how can he probe delicately with those big fingers into the most sensitive cavity of my body? I had a communityDr. Mosky, Dr. Harwitt, Dr. Klein and Dr. Kukenbecker. And also Linda and Michael and Willie. Dear Willie, I loved him so. He was like God himself, his paws on my face, licking my hands, clawing me playfully. Two hours after the big surgical event I was lying on the hospital bed, still splattered and stunned by the six-inch hole in my belly. The phone rang, and reaching for it, I felt as if my groin was splitting open all over again." We've got a family problem." It was Linda. "Willie's dead," she said. "The lady next door found him and came over sobbing." She had just lost her husband a month ago, and now this. "I buried him," Linda said, "got a shovel out of the garage and buried him. And now Michael's crying, wants me to dig Willie up so he can hold him. I don't know what to do. I found Michael covered with dirt, clawing the ground, trying to find Willie." Well, she had to dig him up anyway because the Animal Control people told her that it's against the law to bury animals. "Put him in a plastic bag out on the curb, and we'll pick him up." So she put him at the curb in a black bag with a big paper page_12 Page 13 label that said, "Dead Cat." While she was telling me all this, Dr. Kukenbecker came into my hospital room. Always the same tone. Good news, bad news, just the facts. "There's nothing back there" (in the pelvic cavity), he said. "It's all normal. And your arteries look good too, no arteriosclerosis. You can go home this afternoon." I no longer see life as strictly rational, and I am coming to believe that many of life's events are fated, happening according to the dream of some whimsical god. It was not strange therefore for me to murmur to myself, "Oh my God, here I am alive, and Willie's dead." And further: "I'm alive because Willie's dead. He died so I could live." Somebody in the community had to go, and Willie was chosen. He was the greatest soul of all of us. There's not a great deal that Willie was able to do. Even though he always seemed like God incarnate with infinite instinctual wisdom, he didn't have much clout in a purely practical sense. But he did spread an ambiance of contentment over the whole family. And he knew how to die. I'm alive because he's dead. That's the way I understand it. That is my perception, and my perceptions are what I live by. We are moving into a new house, and Michael has requested a Willie-colored carpet for his bedroom. I do feel now that it is really something special for me to be alive. Perhaps I'm still here because of some important thing I need to do. Just what I don't know. But my not knowing has no trace of doubt or confusion. Perhaps it is to do this writing. Writing is difficult, yet it has become for me a way to emotional health. In that deep concentration with the computer screen before my face, I am drawn into another world. I am myself in a more special way, straining only to be myself in as pure a form as possible. It is cover file:///F:/...S%20&%20MYTH%20&%20LITERATURE/PHALLUS%20+%20JUNGIAN/BODY%20&%20SOUL/files/__joined.html[22/1/2010 11:31:25 μμ] page_13 Page 14 another reality, a reality where I feel whole and new again. As long as I go on writing, I believe that I shall keep on living. But if I stop, if I lose connection to that healing reality, I fear my days will be numbered. page_14 Page 15 2 Through Whose Eyes? I sent a copy of the Willie story to Dr. K. since he was one of the principal actors in the drama. But I never heard from him. When I saw him later for post-op checkups, he didn't mention the story. Nor did I. No doubt he regarded me as a sentimental dreamer, made even more spacey than usual by having my body cut open, not to mention that big word, cancer, now being in me and on me like a new middle name. I read the story again. And I rethought it. I could see his point of view. In a way I'm glad he has this cold-blooded, factual attitude. What's real is real, and if you can't touch it or smell it, it's not really real. I don't want him fainting on me when his big fingers are groping through my torso. The Willie story, as I put it together, is like a child's wishful fantasy. This goes with this, and that goes with that because I like it to. When I am pre-logical, anything goes with anything, just as I wish it. The pre-conscious part of ourselves reasons like that. And if the body were to reason, which it probably does, it would be in this primitive, dreamlike kind of logic. It is almost as if the body were always communicating, expressing and manifesting itself in various ways. As if the body itself were sentient, feeling, emotive, highly eloquent, but in a totally non-verbal and non-linear way. If we could learn again to "be" our body selves, then its animalistic, childlike, instinctive knowingness would be there side by side with the Dr. Kukenbecker self. When I think of Willie, and I let myself go with the charmed illogic of the Willie story, then I am with my body and not fighting it. Then I feel page_15 Page 16 alive and I feel well. It awakens a different state of consciousness. And for me that particular kind of consciousness is with me in my writing. It is the thing sought, the "thing" I am going to talk more and more about in various ways in the ensuing chapters. That thing, that attitude, that world of different consciousness, is the psychic climate where healing takes place. It is the place of soul stuff. It is that something which we are all seeking and wishing for without even knowing what we want or need. Doctors who cut people open have to believe in the reality of the flesh and the blade and the one-to-one relationship of virus to blood to cell to lymph node. Dr. K. might become paralyzed with self-doubt if I got him believing in the Willie story. But we patients need our fantasies and our dreams and our mythologies. Let him see it his way. His way has respectability, and it even works well most of the time for most things. The whole world out there can't be totally wrong. But let me also see it my way. My way is not a delusion. It is my experience, my reality, my psychological truth. And it makes me well. I could have been dead three times in the last ten years if I didn't have this "psychological reality" to pull me through. Why is their reality any better than mine? What is reality anyway? That limited, rigid, objectively-evident view of reality probably caused the sickness in the first place. The effort it takes. The tension. Always conforming and repressing and holding our behavior with effort to that hypothetical norm that has become the agreed-upon standard of sanity. cover file:///F:/...S%20&%20MYTH%20&%20LITERATURE/PHALLUS%20+%20JUNGIAN/BODY%20&%20SOUL/files/__joined.html[22/1/2010 11:31:25 μμ] I know when I am up against forces bigger than myself. Events unfold, and we adapt to them. That's how it works. I trust science, as far as it goes. So I do what logic and common sense and the best-informed research suggests, and then be- page_16 Page 17 yond that is something, something strange and unbelievable. She, It, They, the Things, the Influences. Are they watching me? Am I at the center of some purpose, some meaning? It seems that there are two realities. There is a kind of inner or separate reality that screens events through our imagination and fantasy and by which we perceive entirely different connections and meanings. These are beyond the scope of fact and sense but are nevertheless very influential in forming our behavior and especially our bodily reactions. Though this side of things seems irrelevant and crazy to most people, it is a part of being human. If you can let yourself be crazy without losing your sanity, there is a comfort and perhaps a wisdom. There was for me a healthier health than I ever had before. The migraine headaches went away, and the stiff necks, and now my joints hang looser and I sleep at night. As Ann Landers says, "A little craziness now and then could save you from permanent brain damage." (Los Angeles Times, June 4, 1989) Of course, there's more to it than just cultivating the art of being crazy. But that's an important step along the way. To flow with what comes, to welcome everything that you are. Those bizarre impulses, those fantastic thoughts, to accept what is without first questioning whether it is approved. If you listen to enough research reports, as I have, you sometimes begin to wonder why they do these studies at all. Often they find out nothing for sure, or they discover after diligent fact-gathering and astonishing statistical feats that there is, for instance, a correlation of .73 between coffee drinking and staying awake. Truth is truly elusive, and your truth is not my truth. And down the line in a few years what we had full scientific proof for may turn out no longer to be true at all. Yet somewhere in page_17 Page 18 this maze of eager scientific publication there emerges occasionally a true "truth" that changes the whole direction of civilization. But the great illuminators who fathered these significant bursts of knowledge were noted not so much for their drudge work as for their astonishing hypotheses. It is important to test and prove a hypothesis, but the true brilliance is in the brain that conceived the hypothesis. Hypothese