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Depth Psychology Studies

Today I defended my thesis at the C.G. Jung Institute in Zurich. What comes to my mind is a fragment of “The Lake” by Edgar Allan Poe:

“In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less-
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.

But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody-
Then- ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.

Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight-
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define-….”

I received a prestigious note for this accomplishment

Special thanks to those who dedicated extra effort to support me in this journey: Haukur Ingi Jonasson, Marianne Meister-Notter, Tomasz Pasikowski, Mark Winborn, Ursula Brasch, Krystyna Weglowska-Rzepa, Gerold Roth, Gerhard Kubik, Ronja Hübscher, Jeames Philip, Max Black, and others whose support I may not know about.