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 Personal Experience of the Collective - A relatable moment of connection to the Collective Unconscious
Morning kitchen routine becomes a portal to ancestral wisdom. Ordinary breakfast transforms into extraordinary communion with the Collective Unconscious through domestic ritual and memory. From my upcoming book "Breakfast with Jung." Chapter 1. The Collective Unconsciousness .

Breakfast with Jung

At dawn’s ragged edge, my kitchen becomes
A temple of ordinary prophecies
Coffee grounds like black diviner’s sand
Messages from the dead burned into toast

My grandmother’s hands emerge from steam
Weaving histories into my cup, while outside
Bougainvillaea bleeds its crimson alphabet
Across windows thin as memory’s skin

In the toaster’s chrome, faces ripple:
Great-aunts with eyes of burning coal,
Cousins carrying unborn stars in their teeth,
Children who might bloom from my bones.

Their reflections overlap like hungry ghosts,
All pressing against morning’s fragile glass.
The kettle screams with a thousand voices—
Every cup of tea ever poured flowing backwards

Through time’s copper throat. Even Jung himself
Pauses mid-bite, startled by its prophecy.
A tui splits the sky’s yolk with her song,
Harmonising with languages lost when

Eden’s gates swung shut. Her notes scatter
Like black pearls across my breakfast plate.
Time pools honey-thick in this hour
Between dreaming and day, sweet

With the marrow of memory. My spoon
Stirs ripples in the universe’s coffee cup.
The morning news bleeds through dimensions—
Every headline ever printed rising like smoke

From my coffee: wars, loves, births, extinctions
Spiral into one eternal moment of toast and tea.
Through the window, the bougainvillea
Drops petals red as birth-blood, each one

Carrying messages from the collective heart—
Semaphores from gardens of remembered light.
Watch now—as my ancestors lean in, hungry
For one more taste of morning, their shadows

Drinking light from my cup. Even the sugar bowl
Holds crystals of compressed eternities.
In this kitchen, we are all time travellers,
Breaking bread with our unborn children,

While the dead pour tea with trembling hands
And tomorrow whispers in our marrow.
Tell me then, you who breakfast alone,
Do you see them in your morning mirror—

All the faces time has worn and will wear,
Gathering like moths around your light?
Here at dawn’s clean slate,
Where every breakfast is the last breakfast,

And also the first, we drink our coffee
Black as memory, sweet as prophecy,
While Jung smiles from the doorway,
Knowing that eternity was always this:

A kitchen full of ghosts at morning,
Passing cream across time’s borders.
 
By Stephen Francis Hollins


11/October 2025

Breakfast with Jung

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I don't need any hoe (Aye)
'Cause I need you to hear
There's no reason to glow (Aye)
I don't need you here
I don't need any hoe (Aye)
'Cause I need you to hear (Aye, aye)

I only feel happy when I'm skating
The fuck you do? Don't tell me shit about dating (Okay?)
'Cause I'ma waiting
Just tryna do something, just tryna create it (Create it)
Back in the days I was translating (I was translating, aye, aye)
I do my own shit nowadays, and pretty much of them donating (Yeah)
I love 'em 'cause they helping me to make it
Tell me I'm baiting
You just a little kid who gonna hate it (Hate it)
I can't do shit, I'on need this fuckin' garden, but she's planting (Ooh)
She's deprecating
But she don't even granting (Don't even granting)
What I'ma planning
It's ok then I'ma waiting
And now I only feel happy when I'm skating
The fuck you do? Don't tell me shit about dating (Okay?)
'Cause I'ma waiting
Just tryna do something, just tryna create it (Create it)
Back in the days I was translating (I was translating, aye, aye)
I do my own shit nowadays, and pretty much of them donating (Yeah)
I love 'em 'cause they helping me to make it
Tell me I'm baiting
You just a litlle kid who gonna hate it (Hate it)
I can't do shit, I'on need this fuckin' garden, but she's planting (Ooh)
She's deprecating
But she don't even granting (Don't even granting)
What I'ma planning
It's ok then I'ma waiting (I'ma waiting)

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