About this time, I came across the Mahayana Buddhist view of ’emptiness’. Living in London, with a bunch of apprentice hippy friends. Some of them had seen Chogyam Trungpa teach. I thought it was all a bit wacky.
‘Emptiness’ surely equates with nothingness, nihilism? But no, it’s a potentiality. There is no box which fits. Ah, there is an echo here. The mind which enfolds within itself to emerge anew in a dreamlike sequence.
Jung came to the rescue. I never went to a therapist but read voraciously. The Archetypes of the Collective Unconscious rang bells. I had long since abandoned formal Christianity. Authority, religious or otherwise, was a complete turn off but here was a sense of the spiritual that transcended cultural barriers.
