Excerpts from
The Future That Brought Her Here

My dream placed me in an underground tunnel with mud walls. I began to see the outline of a woman covered in clay. With our eyes closed, the group followed me deeper into the cave. The feeling was overwhelmingly claustrophobic, but I crept along the mud floor until I knew instinctively a spot along the wall where I must begin digging. To my surprise, for this was long before my interest in the Black Madonnas, my active imagination uncovered a black African woman, very proud and strong. She was an object, yet she felt alive.. Though she seemed thoroughly other, my emotional attachment to her was immediate. I ended the session with the statement that I knew she had been walled in for a very, very long time.

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I remembered Carl Jung's comments to Bill Wilson, the founder of Alcoholics Anonymous. Jung told him his problem was not psychological; it was spiritual. His thirst was for "spiritual fulfillment." I recalled that in the 19th century, alcoholic drinks were referred to as "spirits" and realized that the huge population of drug and alcohol abusers on the planet were not just suffering from what might be genetic tendencies, but also from a thirst for what the fast-paced, materialistic, superficial culture had practically eradicated, deep connections to spirit and soul. I too wanted to get out of my own skin, to get out of this world, to go outside my mind.