The above is a sampling of the secret script in which I wrote pages and pages to myself as a child.
I like what Carl Jung writes about his own childhood experience in which he made a tiny man, a painted sacred stone and small scrolls of paper "written during school hours in a secret language of my own invention," placed them all in a ceremonial container and hid them among the rafters of the attic in his house. He later wrote of it in his autobiography, "Dreams, Memories, Reflections":
"This possession of a secret had a very powerful formative influence on my character; I consider it the essential factor of my boyhood. The little wooden figure with the stone was a first attempt, still unconscious and childish, to give shape to the secret. I was always absorbed by it and had the feeling I ought to fathom it; and yet I did not know what it was I was trying to express. I always hoped I might be able to find something - perhaps in nature - that would give me the clue and show me where or what the secret was. I was constantly on the lookout for something mysterious. Consciously, I was religious in the Christian sense, though always with the reservation: 'But it is not so certain as all that!' or, 'What about that thing in the ground?' [from an earlier dream-vision of a chthonic phallus'] And when religious teachings were pumped into me and I was told, 'This is beautiful and this is good,' I would think to myself: 'Yes, but there is something else, something very secret that people don't know about.' " (p.22)