The Jungian world lost a truly amazing person this year, June Singer. I had the great privilege of assembling an interview with her in 1998 for the old Jung Index web site. Here is the full text of that interview. I hope you enjoy it.

"This is the first time I've addressed myself to people on the Internet, save for a few good friends. Well, I've just had my eightieth birthday, and I thought that if I don't keep trying new things, I'm liable to get brain-dead. I thought, this will be a breeze! That's what I thought. " - June Singer Sun, 29 Nov. 1998

This is the first time I've addressed myself to people on the Internet, save for a few good friends. I must admit I find it awesome. Matthew Clapp of the Jung Index, asked me to answer a few interview questions that would be sent in from readers of the JungNet and I agreed to do this.

Why did I? Well, I've just had my eightieth birthday, and I thought that if I don't keep trying new things, I'm liable to get brain-dead. I thought, this will be a breeze! That's what I thought. But you have sent me some profound and moving questions --If I answered them as I should it could be a book, but since time is of essence in cyberspace, I beg you to forgive my brevity and superficiality. Also, please remember that these replies are off the top of my head, and are mostly opinion, so don't take them too much to heart. Here goes. -June Singer Sun, 29 Nov. 1998

Alice O. Howell: Would you share the so moving story of your encounter with C.G. Jung on his deathbed?

Dr. Singer: I was in Zurich. It was my first year in the Training Program. My analyst phoned me early in the morning and told me in a heartbroken voice that Jung had died last night. His body would be at home and if students at the Institute wanted to, they could go there on this day. I had never been in Jung's home though I'd passed by it often. Now I approached the door and passed under the inscription “Vocatus atque non vocatus Deus aderit.” I felt I was entering a holy place. As I entered I saw off to the side very few people, and one of them, I don't recall who it was, asked, “Would you like to go upstairs?” I replied that I would, and no one offered to accompany me, so I walked up the long stairway alone. Upstairs in the empty hall I saw that all the doors were closed except one, from which a soft glow fell across the floor.