Listening to the Rhino: Violence and Healing in a Scientific Age

LISTENING TO THE RHINO:

Violence and Healing in a Scientific Age

Janet O. Dallett

With Contributions by Pat Britt and The Rhino

Listening to The Rhino: Violence and Healing in a Scientific Age

Copyright © 2008 by Janet O. Dallett

ISBN 978-1-929355-45-7

Published by Pleasure Boat Studio Books at Smashwords

The rhinoceros goes back to the age of the dinosaur and pterodactyl, and many hunters regard him as one of the most dangerous animals, one of the ugliest and most removed from any vestiges of animal reason. Yet, as I stood and looked at him, I saw through all that was considered inelegant and ugly in his appearance. I saw a strange first essay on the part of creation in the pattern of animal beauty, and the impact of this breakthrough in prehistoric aesthetics was so overwhelming that it was as if I had never encountered anything more dazzling on earth. ... Suddenly it was as if not only the gap of time between him and me had been closed, but that a powerful feeling of emancipation was illuminating my war-darkened and industrialized senses.

- Laurens van der Post¹

It is impossible to go directly on from our cultural state of today if we do not receive increments of strength from our primitive roots. ... We must dig down to the primitive, and only from the conflict between civilized man and the barbarian will there come what we need: a new experience of God.

- C. G. Jung²

CONTENTS

Preface

Freeing the Spirit Trapped in Sickness

The Rhino

How to Listen to The Rhino

Teresa

The Paradoxical God of Violence

Sedating the Savage

The End and the Beginning

Usage Note

Bibliography

Notes

Preface

In 1968, as a first-year doctoral student at UCLA, I took a class in the history and systems of psychology. I looked forward to the part about Jung, and I was astonished when we finally got there and the professor covered the subject in one sentence: The Jungians were an esoteric cult that died out many years ago.

I knew otherwise. Seven years after Jung’s death, interest in his work was already flourishing throughout Europe and North America. The demand for Jungian analytic training programs and clinics was substantial and growing. I myself belonged to a thriving community of Los Angeles Jungian analysts, trainees, and lay people, started during the second world war by several Jewish analysts who escaped from Nazi Germany and began life anew in Southern California. Now the local Jungian population was at least as large as UCLA’s psychology department, but my professor was sincere in his belief that Jung’s work had all but disappeared. For me, his remark was like the blow of a Zen master driving an essential point home. It focused my attention on the gulf between the two worlds in which I lived – the Jungian on one side, and the cultural and academic mainstream on the other. I was appalled to realize how little each knew of or valued the other. Like the child of divorced parents, I loved them both and longed for them to reconcile. They remain largely estranged, even today, but the hope of bringing them together continues to animate my writing.

Jung was an introvert who devoted his life to making sense of the inner world of dreams, fantasies, and fairy tales; myths, psychotic delusions, and mystic visions; meaningful coincidences; even alchemy. The extroverted values of our culture regard such phenomena as dangerously fascinating, unacceptably peculiar, and as threatening as nuclear war or a deadly virus, exactly the same feelings that introverts have about such socially acceptable extroverted ventures as large cocktail parties and political rallies.

Extroverts tend to see introverts as antisocial and pathologically peculiar. Introverts condemn extroverts as insensitive and lacking in depth. Fortunately for all of us, no one is entirely one way, but most people are more comfortable in one direction and awkward in the other. Extreme one-sidedness is problematical for both.

As Jung defined it, extroversion is the flow of interest and attention toward the outside world, while introversion is interest and attention turned inward. The extrovert orients himself by people or objects in the outside world, the introvert by inner factors. In our extroverted culture, most psychotherapists strive to adapt their patients to the demands of society. My introversion biases me toward helping people adapt first to the complexities of their own individual nature, for only then can they make their most valuable contributions to the world.

Introversion notwithstanding, I completed my graduate work with interest, even gusto. Instead of studying clinical psychology, the usual area for psychologists who intend to become therapists, I chose the broader field of experimental psychology. That is, I grounded myself in science: the experimental method, statistical procedures, and the careful, objective observation of measurable facts. Later, at the Jung Institute, I learned to look just as objectively at an inner world that is not so easy to quantify, especially the hidden contents of a mythic location that Jungians call the unconscious.

The ensuing years of work with patients have taught me the essentially paradoxical nature of the psyche. Trying to observe both inner and outer happenings without prejudice, not dismissing improbable information just because I do not understand it, I have learned the value of both the linear voices of science and reason and the irrational parts of people expressed in intuition, emotion, the religious impulse, and the drive to create and enjoy art. Both sides must be given their due, for as the following chapters suggest, one-sidedness is the greatest enemy of psychological well-being and perhaps even of physical health.

Our extroverted culture has only rudimentary knowledge of the place where body and psyche meet. However, there were people long ago who sensed that there were links between mind and matter, and some of these people wrote about them over many centuries and in many lands, from Europe to the Far East. They spoke a dream-like, poetic, image-laden, symbolic language typical of all attempts to express what is only partly conscious. The men and women I am talking about were the ancient alchemists, the ones who thought they could turn base matter into gold.

Seen literally, the claims of alchemy are absurd, but Jung discovered that alchemy is a mythic system, which means that it is packed with psychological information in encoded form. Bizarre recipes for turning feces and vomitus into the philosopher’s stone or lead into gold makes sense when understood as metaphors for redeeming the highest values in human life. Translated into psychological language, the alchemical cooking process sounds a lot like Jungian analysis, and alchemical imagery holds the key to many a modern dream.

This tool and others make it possible to build a living relationship between the beliefs and attitudes of consciousness and the vast inner world. It is a risky venture into the unknown, but when it succeeds, the psyche’s self-healing mechanisms are mobilized and a life that has been stuck begins to move, often in remarkable ways. With persistence, the hoped-for outcome is a unique, authentic, meaningful, individual life, alchemical gold indeed in the face of today’s enormous pressures to be like everyone else.

I am indebted to friends, colleagues, patients, and, above all, an imaginary rhinoceros for their part in the long, slow process that has refined my understanding of this material. The Rhino horned into my life and my psyche more than three decades ago, planting seeds that lay dormant until 2001. Then James Hollis and the Houston Jung Center invited me to speak at their conference titled Angels, Demons, Images of the Spirit, and I began to write about the quixotic creature from the world of dreams who somehow managed to cure his dreamer’s damaged heart. From there it was a short step to the idea that the ancient alchemical image of freeing the spirit from matter is a precise metaphor for what happens when physical sickness is healed.

A rhinoceros is not exactly a sweet, gentle New Age healer type of creature, though, and the following year Eugene Monick sparked my interest in The Rhino’s dangerous other side when he asked me to discuss the problem of violence with a group of Jungian analysts in Scranton, Pennsylvania.

Input from participants in the Houston and Scranton conferences helped refine my thinking about the material presented there. So did questions and comments from audience members in Austin, Denver, Fort Lauderdale, Ithaca, Montreal, Norfolk, Santa Fe, Seattle, Philadelphia, Pittsburgh, and Port Townsend. Meanwhile, a number of individuals read chapters in embryo and gave me the benefit of their thoughtful responses, especially Deborah Wesley, Vance Sherman, Pamela Power, and members of my writers’ group including Alex Fowler, Maggie Jamison, Carolyn Latteier, David Mathieson, Margaret McGee, and David Schroeder.

Those of my patients who have allowed me to write about their struggles deserve a special vote of thanks. To protect confidentiality I have changed the names and other identifying information of the ones who want to remain anonymous, while holding to the truth of the inner events that are the focus of my work. I do not want to expose individuals, but to make psychological reality visible, for until the hidden corners of the human psyche can be seen in the context of real lives, such words as ego, Self, archetype, and shadow are too abstract to be meaningful.

I am equally grateful to the hundreds of patients who have never found their way into my writing. They have contributed as much to my understanding as the others, even though they remain in the background.

Finally, I thank the man who shares my life. My knowledge of the psyche owes far more than meets the eye to what happens when two stubborn, independent, creative individuals bump together like rocks in a tumbler. David Mathieson’s presence as well as his penetrating insights have enabled me to pursue the ideas in this book as far as I possibly could and then, when the time was right, to stop.

1. Freeing the Spirit Trapped in Sickness

The world of alchemical symbols definitely does not belong to the rubbish heap of the past, but stands in a very real and living relationship to our most recent discoveries concerning the psychology of the unconscious. Not only does this modern psychological discipline give us the key to the secrets of alchemy, but, conversely, alchemy provides the psychology of the unconscious with a meaningful historical basis.

- C. G. Jung³

Port Townsend, Washington, the town where I live, is noted for its winds. The native people used to say that the spirits stayed in the underworld during the summer, but came back with the winter winds. Then people would go into their longhouses to propitiate the gods with ceremonial dances. Today, locals pay wry homage to the same violent gods when they say that a ritual power outage is required every winter. Fallen trees regularly demolish roofs and block roads, heavy winds interrupt ferry schedules, and every few decades, a bridge blows away.

Port Townsend is also known as a place of healing. Three hundred years ago, the native people sent their sick to a place called Kah-tai to be healed. This is where Port Townsend was built, and today the town's 8400 people manage to support an astonishing number of health professionals - thirty or forty counselors, as many massage therapists, seven physical therapists, and a Jungian analyst. Among thirty-some physicians are three or more who practice alternative forms of medicine. There is also an impressive assortment of New-Age mystics - astrologers, Tarot readers, psychics, dowsers, channelers, spiritual healers of every stripe, and a woman who markets herbal remedies learned from her Gypsy grandmother.

Is there a relationship between the big winds that buffet my home town and its reputation as a locus of healing? In the world of physical reality, I doubt it. I do not imagine that wind heals people, or that healing energies create wind, or even that a third factor causes both healing and wind. In the inner world, however, where symbolic reality and synchronicity prevail, wind and healing do seem to be linked. The thing that connects them is spirit.

The primitive part of the psyche where both language and dreams originate makes no distinction between wind, breath, and spirit. The English word spirit derives from a Latin root that means breath, breath of a god, and inspiration, while in languages like Greek and Arabic, the words for spirit and wind are identical.

Popular culture often mistakenly equates the word spiritual with nice. It is true that the spirit can be as gentle as the caress of a warm summer breeze, but it is just as apt to tear into life with the force,