My journey to becoming a Jungian analyst had a pivotal milestone: my first analysis session where I shared a dream with my analyst. I had tried many forms of therapy but none fulfilled me. Something was still missing, and I didn't know what it was.

As a child, I listened to stories from Shahnameh, the epic of the kings. In midlife, I felt a strong pull toward that dimension again and discovered the work of Joseph Campbell. Through Campbell, my interest in Jung grew, leading me to try Jungian therapy—a decision that changed my life forever.
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In the first session, I read one of my dreams aloud. I felt the energy in the room shifted, as if we entered a different dimension. The session centered on the dream, examining its characters, events, emotions, and associations. We created questions for reflection, allowing exploration without narrowing them to definitive answers.
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Time flew by, and the session was over quickly. When I stepped out of my analyst’s office, I felt joyful. I knew something significant had happened, even though I couldn't pinpoint what exactly. I looked forward to the next dream and the next session. Soon, I felt a passion and a calling to become a Jungian analyst.
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Seven years and hundreds of dreams later, I have witnessed how connecting to the dream world has transformed my life. The poem below is dedicated to the inner friend who speaks to us every night through our dreams—a friend who knows us better than we ever could and cares for us more than we can imagine.
My Eternal Friend
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Dream imagesÂ
became words,
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and as their vibrationsÂ
filled the room,Â
time stopped,Â
and a door opened.
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I entered my inner house,Â
meeting my eternal friend,Â
awaiting me patiently,Â
knowing I would show upÂ
eventually.
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The friendÂ
I had forgottenÂ
but who never abandoned me,
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the friendÂ
who longed to be heardÂ
but spoke with a voiceÂ
without words.
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Our separationÂ
was the source of my painÂ
without my knowing.
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Our reunionÂ
marked my stepsÂ
on the path to healing.
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Each step,Â
untangled the threads
of my inner world,Â
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separatingÂ
what was mineÂ
from what never belonged,
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weavingÂ
an exquisite tapestry,
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its patternsÂ
emerging paradigms,
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its knotsÂ
newfound ways of relating.
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In her mirror,Â
I saw what I could notÂ
see otherwise,
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what I did not knowÂ
I did not know,
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what was hiddenÂ
in plain sight:
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the inner seasÂ
of my emotions,
triumphs and tensions,Â
progressions and evolutions,Â
regressions and deviations.
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In her map,Â
I first sawÂ
a continentÂ
beyond the watersÂ
surroundingÂ
my tiny island.
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With her help,Â
I found the courage
to build my boatÂ
to set offÂ
into the mysteriesÂ
of the seas,
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prayingÂ
for the windÂ
to blowÂ
into my sails.
And your wind did blow into your sails which are still filled with dreams.
Thank you Arash