st bartholomew hospital

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MBTI & Ideas
Introverted intuition (Ni) & Carl Jung’s “collective unconscious”

Wikipedia:

“On October 19, 1936, Jung delivered a lecture ‘The Concept of the Collective Unconscious’ to the Abernethian Society at St. Bartholomew’s Hospital in London. He said:

‘My thesis then, is as follows: in addition to our immediate consciousness, which is of a thoroughly personal nature and which we believe to be the only empirical psyche (even if we tack on the personal unconscious as an appendix),

there exists a second psychic system of a collective, universal, and impersonal nature which is identical in all individuals.

This collective unconscious does not develop individually but is inherited. It consists of pre-existent forms, the archetypes, which can only become conscious secondarily and which give definite form to certain psychic contents.’”

“In an early definition of the term, Jung writes: ‘Archetypes are typical modes of apprehension, and wherever we meet with uniform and regularly recurring modes of apprehension we are dealing with an archetype, no matter whether its mythological character is recognized or not.’“ 

“As modern humans go through their process of individuation, moving out of the collective unconscious into mature selves, they establish a persona—which can be understood simply as that small portion of the collective psyche which they embody, perform, and identify with.”

“Jung made reference to contents of this category of the unconscious psyche as being similar to Levy-Bruhl’s use of collective representations or ‘représentations collectives,’ Mythological ‘motifs,’ Hubert and Mauss’s ‘categories of the imagination,’ and Adolf Bastian’s ‘primordial thoughts.’”

See also: Carl Jung (INFJ)

See also: George Lucas (INFJ) about Star Wars: “I consciously set about to recreate myths and the classic mythological motifs”, “I tried to take the ideas that seemed to cut across the most cultures”, “Myths help you to have your own hero’s journey, find your place in the word”.

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Tumblr, I thought you’d like this:
I was on a ghost walk in London last night, and we just happened to come across the place where Reichenbach Fall was filmed (St Bartholomew’s Hospital), and there was a lot of entertaining graffiti.
My personal favourites were “I’d go gay for Watson” which I laughed at for literally five minutes, and “Steven Moffat is Satan”, which is true…
All the different ships, i.e. Johnlock, Sheriarty, and Sherlolly were all represented, although these are the only photos I had time to take.
I’d definitely recommend going if you want a good laugh and a bit of a fangirl!

Okay, I went ahead and did something SUPER geeky …

I was running around London in ‘Assassin’s Creed Syndicate’, when I saw a landmark marked as, “St. Bartholomew’s Hospital”, which I recognized as being the famous hospital that Sherlock jumped to his “death” from, in BBC Sherlock Season 2.

I decided to investigate the building, and try and find the exact spot that Sherlock jumped from.

AND LO AND BEHOLD, not only did I find the exact spot, YOU CAN PERFORM A LEAP OF FAITH FROM THE SAME SPOT. O___O I dunno if the game’s creators did this intentionally as a nod to the Sherlock TV series, or if it’s just a happy coincidence.

Either way, it’s confirmed – Sherlock is one of the Brotherhood! He probably has a hidden blade inside his violin or something

A Study in Music: A Johnlock-Based Analysis of Irene Adler’s Theme and John and Mary’s Waltz from B.B.C. Sherlock

Heather Averhoff

19 April 2016

           Upon first hearing Irene Adler’s Theme and Mary and John’s Waltz in juxtaposition, a listener may first notice that both pieces are solo violin pieces without any further accompaniment. This has begged the question as to whether these two pieces complement each other in regards to Sherlock Holmes’ true feelings. To the Johnlock Conspiracy fan, these true feelings revolve specifically around Sherlock’s lifelong partner, John Watson. The answer is Yes. These two pieces, being written by Sherlock in order to “[help] me think”, are both written during periods in which Sherlock is under high stress. Irene’s Theme is written after Sherlock identifies Irene, who he has seen as a valuable opponent in a game of intellectual prowess, as a corpse in the morgue of St. Bartholomew’s Hospital. However, Sherlock is not writing a sad piece as a forlorn lover of a woman he barely knew (having expressed in A Study in Pink that girlfriends are “not really my area”), but for the unexpected death of someone who he respected and admired for her intellect. While in the Morgue, Sherlock and his older brother, Mycroft, observe nearby mourners, with Sherlock stating, “Look at them. They all care so much. Do you ever wonder if there’s something wrong with us?” To this, Mycroft replies, “All lives end; all hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage, Sherlock.” Sherlock’s lack of emotional response to Irene’s death shows that he held no romantic attachment to her, unlike his reactions to John’s state of well-being, which include his rush to remove the bomb-stuffed jacket John wears at the pool in The Great Game. Sherlock sees Irene as a worthy opponent, but he is not romantically attracted to her. She better serves as a mirror to his homosexuality. More information can be found in Rebekah’s T.J.L.C. explained series at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCKUQWjx8aGnCmXgfAlqiuMg.

           The other piece Sherlock writes is John and Mary’s Waltz in The Sign of Three. Like Irene Adler’s Theme, this piece is written by a heartbroken man who is under a great deal of stress. Sherlock composes this piece during John and Mary’s wedding preparations, a time in which Sherlock is distressed over the idea that he and John may not be spending as much time together. Mary and John discuss this while Sherlock incessantly folds napkins in the adjoining room: Mary starts by blatantly stating that Sherlock is terrified of the idea of her and John’s wedding. “Why would he be scared that we’re getting married? It’s not going to change anything. We’ll still do stuff,” John says. Mary replies, “We need to prove it to him. I told you to find him a new case.” Although Sherlock’s fears are alleviated throughout the episode with the case of the Mayfly Man, his heartbreak is evident in his terror of John’s marriage and his performance of John and Mary’s Waltz.

           These two pieces incite feelings of sorrow, heartbreak, and rejection. Irene Adler’s Theme, written in D minor, is written in the ¾ time of a waltz, just like John and Mary’s Waltz. Irene Adler’s Theme is slurred in a similar fashion, with the notes linking together and the measures clipping off in sections. The pieces differ beyond that, but these differences reflect Sherlock’s changing feelings of rejection. At the time when Sherlock composes Irene Adler’s Theme, Sherlock’s emotions are much less stable than they become later in the series. He believes one of his most worthy opponents is dead and that John will never consider him as a love interest. This combination causes his emotions to fluctuate and break one another, just as the melody flows, then seems to interrupt itself. Sherlock’s mind wanders alongside his desperation to believe that John loves him, but Sherlock’s heart cracks and his mind stalls at the possibility that John does not.

           John and Mary’s Waltz portrays a differing, yet similar mood. Although written in the key of C major, the piece has a slow and somber tone to it. As Sherlock plays this piece at John and Mary’s wedding, he watches John and Mary dance together. At the end of the piece, he leaves the sheet music on the stand before him in an envelope addressed to John and Mary, neither of whom know how to play an instrument, neither of whom would have any need for violin sheet music. Sherlock has no logical reason to leave the sheet music behind, but his motives are proven completely sentimental when he leaves the wedding early, tightly wrapping his coat around him with the collar turned up like a shield against his emotional onslaught. The Waltz itself is long, drawn, and, although less so than Irene’s Theme, clipped. The piece is consistent, almost dragging, representing Sherlock’s self-control at having to perform a piece for the man he loves and the wife that man has chosen. At its climax, however, it crescendos and rises in pitch, expressing a tonal prominence that can only be described as mournful. The piece sinks from this high point, and the sense of longing, of wishing that he had confessed when he had had the chance, is palpable in the melody. The piece ends on the same high C on which it began, showing that the piece has come full circle, that Sherlock, who once thought he might have had a chance with John, is back to believing that he never will. (This is soon countered by the revelation of Mary’s position as an assassin in His Last Vow.)

           Irene’s Adler’s Theme and John and Mary’s Waltz are both sentimental pieces written from Sherlock’s heart under the excuse of being assistants to his brain. Both express his sorrow and longing for a person he believes he can never have. Irene Adler’s Theme reflects his fluctuating, wild emotions, particularly his challenging, desperate feelings for John. John and Mary’s Waltz is much more reflective, expressing a true hopelessness that bears Sherlock’s raw, naked heart to everyone, including John, in his performance of the piece. Sherlock’s feelings are highlighted by the fact that Molly Hooper watches Sherlock the entire time he performs, ignoring John and Mary’s dance altogether. Molly Hooper’s expression is not one of infatuation—it is one of pity, of sympathy, leading the viewer to recall her line, “You look sad…when you think he can’t see you.”

Works Cited:

Irene Adler’s Theme by David Arnold and Michael Price

John and Mary’s Waltz by David Arnold and Michael Price

Michael Wood, the Music teacher at East Mountain High School

Rebekah TJLC Explained: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCKUQWjx8aGnCmXgfAlqiuMg

Sherlock. Dir. Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss, and Sue Vertue. Perf. Benedict Cumberbatch, Martin Freeman, Andrew Scott. Sherlock. British Broadcasting Channel, n.d. Web. 19 Apr. 2016.

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London Streets by Night in the 1930s. Pictures from London Night by John Morrison and Harold Burkedin, 1934.

Essex Stairs, Temple, A Deserted Back Street in the City,  Adelphi Arches, the Strand, 55 Broadway, London Transport Headquarters, Grange Street, the Strand. The original Charing Cross Hospital is in the background, The Royal Exchange, The Sanctuary, All Hallows, Lombard Street, The Gateway to the General Post Office, St Bartholomew’s Hospital & Villiers Street, Charing Cross.

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Well I have had a wonderful time at Sherlocked! One of the things I had to think about was what to cosplay as? There were a few Sherlocks, Watsons, Mollys, Mycrofts and Moriartys (Especially a great one in a straight jacket love that scene from Season 3!!!!). So I thought hmmmm what reaction could I get well everyone loves a bit of Sherlock and Watson action, hmmm I know the fall! So I decided to be St Bartholomew’s Hospital with Sherlock and Watson Puppets. 


I got mixed reactions from people which is always great! Ranging from 

The weirded out (”Why is he wearing a box on his head?”) 

The fan moments (”That is the best costume here”) 

The deeply disturbed (”You should be ashamed thats disgusting”)

I tried to put the play back into cosplay and be a building and great reactions from people and photos were taken a plenty so if you are reading this and did take some photos with me I would be very thankful if you could send me a link.


Now the drama well I didn’t really see any but heard some. Well people coming thinking hey this is my little TV show it ain’t gonna be busy were very surprised. Well shows that no matter how big something gets people are oblivious to the power of such great TV. I knew this coming into the convention so that is why I did not partake in the autographs or photos with the big stars. Though I am slightly disappointed Mark Gatiss sold out he is the only member of the League of Gentlemen I have not met yet! 


I found out that my photo-shoots with Una Stubbs and Louise Brealey were not till the afternoon so ducked and dived through the crowds playing the world’s largest game of People Tetris which is always a good laugh, if you are sick of the crowds and lines turn it into a game walk round and round pretending you are that one tetris block to save the day and cut the lines!


It was a fairly female dominated convention which was interesting, going to fairly mixed themed conventions a male to female ratio is always there but for this one there were a lot of ladies! Which was great, though when it came to interaction with the staff and guests I did feel that my presence was less enthusiastic. But hey who am I to complain I enjoyed myself and who the fuck cares what other people think right?

When it came to the photos I thought fuck it lets do some silly ones, the set one was the first one I took and thought what could I do that no one else has. Lets be all creepy that will be funny! With Louise I have always been a big fan of hers so thought I would try the biggest Derp face I could, Una well Mrs Hudson is the Queen of the Cuppa so had to have something tea related! 


I loved the reactions I got from people they were laughing and even the staff that were printing out the photos giggled at my photos as well.


Overall had a great time! If you saw me in the Hospital head please message and forward me the photos! Its all about getting that positive reaction! 

And in the words of the immortal Bard as they led him to the guillotine!

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So… I went to Bart´s and it was HEARTBREAKING. I just stood there looking around like “God. Here is where everything happened. Where everything finished.”

I took a lot of pics (these are only a few) and I left a note. JUST LIKE JOHN.

The next day it rained, so probably nobody saw it… But I regret nothing, dudes. It was fantastic.

The Resurrectionist (Victorian AU)

Professor Iorgas Nikolaides looked around the small, dank basement office.  It was nothing fancy, but it was exactly what the Greek immigrant needed to expand his business to something a little more respectable.  Most importantly, it was only a short walk into the unfashionable side of town from the teaching hospital St. Bartholomew’s.  

“Professor” was perhaps an overly elaborate title, “Tutor” might have been more apt.  But the landlady wasn’t likely to have rented a mere tutor more than a broom closet.  This suite, for as dingy as it was, was more spacious.  An anteroom where a few students could wait and a larger inner office.  Enough for an exam room where he could keep a cadaver and give private anatomy tutoring.  

The competition for fresh bodies was fierce these days, and the recently dead more closely guarded than they had been in the past.  If he could make his money from tutoring, rather than the sale of the bodies themselves, he’d need only 2 a month, and would have plenty of time for his own independent studies, rather than turning them over immediately to the highest bidder.  

Now, what he needed was a secretary.  A nice young lady to guard the door and make the office appear respectable.  He’d put word out around the tea shops nearby, but he wasn’t quite sure how hiring worked in London, or if there was a more official way.  Most of his business was done in the dead of night and in the company of men who didn’t ask your name.  

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independent.co.uk
Rape survivor opens the UK's first maternity clinic for sexual assault victims

The United Kingdom’s first designated maternity clinic for rape survivors will open in London next month.

The service, which will be available through the NHS at St Bartholomew’s Hospital, will ensure that women who have experienced sexual violence receive sensitive care tailor made for them.

“A lot of women who didn’t have children were telling me that they wanted to have children, but they weren’t because they were worried that all these tests and this whole maternity experience would bring up what had happened in the past with the assault,” explained Pavan Amara, founder of the My Body Back Project, which will run the clinic.

Sherlolly Appreciation Week: Day One

Their first meeting

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God.” Her first day at St. Bartholomew’s Hospital and somehow the usually fastidious Molly Hooper was running late.  Catching a glimpse of the wispy tendrils escaping from what had started as a chic yet professional chignon, her harassed mutters turned to calculations; would taming those honeyed flyaways justify the precious minutes it took?  Focussed on her planning, pros and cons tumbling through her head, she didn’t notice the man in her path until she barrelled straight into him.

  Wincing slightly as rough tweed brushed against lips already chewed ragged during the fraught commute, she backed up, apologies already spilling out of her mouth.  As she surveyed the damage, her eyes searching for spilled drinks or dropped paperwork, she soaked up impressions of quality tailoring, slate and aubergine highlighting almost transparent skin.  In the typically hushed tones world of a hospital, everything about this man resonated in major chords. And he certainly knew how to fill that shirt…

  A pointed cough had her raising her eyes guiltily to his face, a quick burn of embarrassment scorching a trail up her neck.  Yet rather than the awkward eye contact she anticipated, his eyes were constantly in motion, flitting all over her face and body, never quite alighting anywhere. Like a hummingbird, she smiled to herself, especially with the swirl of colours from green to blue that she couldn’t quite catch.

  “I really am sorry - I wasn’t paying attention. It’s my-“

  “First day here? Clearly. The works on the Circle Line are continuing for the next three weeks, though. I suggest you head south on the Bakerloo instead, then east on the Central Line.  You will, of course, need to shave fifteen minutes off your morning routine if you wish to be on time. Maybe skip the bolstering interaction with your cat?”

  “My… I’m sorry?”

  “Your cat. Letting the animal you insist on keeping in your house sit on your knee as you stroke it seems both time consuming and unnecessary.”

  “How did you…? Explain please.”

  “The label on the sole of your left shoe suggests new. No badge, but you didn’t need directions from the receptionist and there are only offices down this corridor. So employed here, but just starting – on a Monday, the balance of probability says it’s your first day. You’re rushing, most likely a problem with transportation.  Starting from Regent’s Park, judging by the distinctive colour of the soil mark on your ankle, you were held up by engineering works on the Circle line, therefore my alternative route is the most expeditious to get you here on time. The cat is simple – there’s hair from a ginger tabby on the knees of your frankly unflattering trousers and the left sleeve of your cardigan. You should move now though, the hospital administration are rather stringent in their expectations of the nursing team.”

  “Excuse me?!”

  “Did I miss anything? There’s usually someth-

  “Piss off!”

  “There’s no need to-“

  “Nursing team? I’m the new Pathology registrar, Doctor Molly Hooper. I read Medicine at Girton College, Cambridge, and I’ve just finished three more years of training in histopathology.  From today, I’m starting my forensic pathology specialism under Mr. Stamford. Now excuse me, you’re in my way.”

  Watching the slight woman as she marched down the corridor, her shoulders almost vibrating with barely leashed anger, Sherlock Holmes, the world’s only consulting detective lapsed into immobility as he processed the stream of hastily presented information. Evidently, he had just met the new hire that Mike had been raving about when he last dropped into the morgue, now that idiot Carter had finally agreed to retire.  The implications of this botched first impression leaping through his brain, he hastily whirled to hurry after the deceptively diminutive woman. If he wanted to keep his lab privileges, a new tactic was evidently required.


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