This review was written on December 16th 2010
John Hill is a
practising Jungian psychotherapist who lives in Zurich. He is a close friend of my brother-in-law Mark Hederman since they were at school together in Glenstal and his family
were close to my wife, Louise, Mark and the Hederman family in earlier years.
He was trained in philosophy in Dublin University and the Catholic University
of America.

The work offers a profound philosophical and psychological
exploration of the multi-dimensional significance of home and the interwoven
themes of homelessness and homesickness in contemporary global culture. Home is
a particular dwelling place, as a cultural or national identity, as a safe
temenos (a sacred enclosure or precinct, according my Random House dictionary-
RM) in therapy, and as a metaphor for the individuation process are (sic) analysed expertly from
multi-disciplinary perspectives and, more poignantly, through the sharing of
diverse narratives that bear witness to lives lived and endured from memories
of homes lost and regained.
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Gaia: Primordial Goddess of the earth or Mother Earth |
The theme is
home in every sense from the individual family to the planet’s role as Gaia,
the home of humanity. (He does not use the word Gaia as popularised by James
Lovelock in describing our planet home - RM.) The author touches on his own
somewhat dysfunctional family, his many changes of home and home’s
circumstances during his training and after his thirty years of professional
life in Switzerland where he married, had a family, divorced and worked as a
deeply committed Jungian psychotherapist.
A meaningful and
comprehensive review of John Hill’s text would require me to reread the
chapters dealing with the more arcane language of his profession. In his final
chapter he returns to Jung and his dreams. He writes
One of Jung’s dreams, evocative of the vertical axis of home, suggests
that the human psyche harbors (sic) to embrace the entirety of evolution. The
dream inspired him to envisage the human personality as a many storied house,
which is still in the process of being built. The top floor would symbolise the
conscious personality, but as one descends, one discovers other stories
containing relics of a historical consciousness. Already Jung’s description of
his 1912 dream makes this kind of experience.
And the author
goes on to explain:
It was as though we had to describe and explain a building whose
upper storey was erected in the nineteenth century, the ground floor dates back
to the sixteenth century, and careful examination of the masonry reveals that
it was reconstructed from a tower built in the eleventh century. In the cellar
we come upon Roman foundations and under the cellar a choked up cave with
Neolithic tools ---- that would be the picture of our psychic structure. We live on the upper storey and are
only aware that the lower storey is a little old-fashioned. As to what lies
beneath the earth’s surface, of that we remain totally unconscious.

I leave the more arcane aspects of Hill’s chapters on the conscious and unconscious and I deal more with his chapters which include his protean description of the home in its many forms. Home can be related to the closely-knit family, it can refer to a community or nation and is thus related to our commitment to nationality; it can refer to various structures in society, the professions, and political movements, or to humanity as a whole as in the Gaia concept. In the individual, home may change as one ages, as one’s family’s circumstances change and as one adopts a career and changes location. No doubt one’s original childhood and early home will remain a powerful part of one’s consciousness but in to-day’s climate the rapid increase in immigration worldwide raises huge problems contributing to the trauma of homelessness, a factor dealt with in detail in chapter 10 and 11, At home in a Global Society and Traversing Cultural Boundaries. Hill dissects in detail the many problems the immigrants face and the many problems faced by their host nation
Hill states that
homelessness appears with many faces: overpopulation, intolerance, poverty, civil
strife, the concentration of wealth among the few. He mentions the speed of
information, and the ease of transportation which has unleashed world
migrations of unparalleled dimensions. He proposes some of the solutions which
may be employed to overcome the immigrants’ language, cultural and emotional
needs, not to mention loss of possessions and separation from home and nation. Hill
states that much can be learned from the psychotherapist’s and social worker’s
engagement with immigrant populations and clearly the author is deeply
concerned with our current situation.

Chapter 12 Ireland
Contemplating a Nation from a Place of Exile
provides an interesting insight into Irish nationalism, and particularly into our
recent revolutionary period and the Northern situation. It is relevant because
of the author’s birth in Ireland and of his Irish family. His views on
nationalism as the font of revolutionary violence and of alienation of Irish
society are very close to my own.

His chapter on Ireland
may also be relevant to the different levels of psychic consciousness. Ireland is one of the few countries
which have a mythical history and ours is based on the five successive
invasions of the island, two of which preceded the Tuatha Dé Danann, the
Firbolgs and the final invasion of the Celts. These components of the Irish
historical myth may in the author’s opinion symbolise the levels of psychic consciousness,
‘’--- a psychic inheritance embedded in the land’’. The historical myths of our
country must surely be evoked in every Irishman who has long ago emigrated if
he hears the haunting notes of the Lark in the Clear Air or the Cuileann, or the voice of John
McCormack singing I Dreamt I dwelt in Marble Halls.