I've found that contemporary psychology enrages me with its simplistic ideas of human life, and also its emptiness.

You know, people come to therapy really for a blessing. Not so much to fix what's broken, but to get what's broken blessed.

Ecology movements, futurism, feminism, urbanism, protest and disarmament, personal individuation cannot alone save the world from the catastrophe inherent in our very idea of the world. They require a cosmological vision that saves the phenomenon 'world' itself, a move in soul that goes beyond measures of expediency to the archetypal source of our world's continuing peril: the fateful neglect, the repression, of the anima mundi.

Follow the lead of your symptoms, for there’s usually a myth in the mess, and a mess is an expression of soul.

The idea of death robs inquiry of its passionate vitality and empties our efforts of their purpose by coming to one predestined conclusion, death. Why inquire if you already know the answer?

We need to get back to trusting our emotional rapport with children, to seeing a child's beauty and singling that child out. That's how the mentor system works - you're caught up in the fantasy of another person. Your imagination and their come together.

We cannot be studied or cured apart from the planet.