Diving Jade Cove & the Conscious Unconscious
Exploring the Jungian waters of Big Sur's Jade Cove, and the Nephrite Deep Green
By Ryan Masters
“Whatever is rejected from the self, appears in the world as an event.”
Twenty feet beneath the sea.
I skimmed the bottom of the cove, probing a mosaic of algae, sponges, limpets, and barnacles. My focus skittered like a ravenous crab, picking its way across a vast scatter of storm-tossed stones. It poked its head down holes and peered through a swaying curtain of kelp stalk and rockweed.
Seeking, seeking, seeking the smooth and lustrous wink of treasure . . . nephrite jade.
But for the ticks and pings and creaks inside my skull, it was silent down here. I kicked past an overhang. A fat lingcod lurked in the shadows. Intriguing, but not jade. My brain chugged oxygen from my lungs. Just a few more seconds and I would be forced to resurface for air.
A disquieting alarm rang deep within one of the older functions of my brain. It was not responding to any discernible motion or a sound—simply to a presence. Something was behind me. Cautiously, I turned. I was fac…