“If a man could have half of his wishes, he would double his troubles.” ~ Ben Franklin
“Before you become too entranced with gorgeous gadgets and mesmerizing video displays, let me remind you that information is not knowledge, knowledge is not wisdom, and wisdom is not foresight. Each grows out of the other, and we need them all.” ~ Arthur C. Clark
“The first peace, which is the most important, is that which comes within the souls of people when they realize their relationship, their oneness with the universe and all its powers, and when they realize at the center of the universe dwells the Great Spirit, and that its center is really everywhere, it is within each of us.” ~ Black Elk
There were a couple of ravens squawking back and forth about a half hour ago. Drowning out the songbirds. Of all the nerve. But I enjoyed it, not because I’d rather hear the raucous ravens, but because I so rarely hear then at dawn. Of course my mind has a strong proclivity toward magical thinking, so I think I am starting . . . well, let’s just say that the Trickster is afoot in the land on this day. Here I could expound and expand on the point but there ain’t no sense in trying to describe what this means. They don’t call ’em Tricksters for nothing. Raven and his pal Coyote are both Tricksters. I find it fascinating that they both are also Creators. The world of mythos, magic, and metaphor, can be a confusing place. No analysis of my two Trickster pals here. I just want to share something I read, from a science fiction writer named Connie Willis. She wrote that metaphors are pictures of the patterns within our mind. Yeh buddy! That was one of those phrases, for me, that makes you pause for a moment, for a good hmmmm or whoa or simple wow. I like a writer who does that, or that they do it. It is my hope that I do that to people on occasion. I’d like that. Here’s the thing with me though – my two totem buddies here do illuminate some patterns within my mind. And the thing about mythos and archetype is that they are both qualities that are shared by us all – Jung’s Collective Unconscious. It’s all magic to me. Tricks, stories, creation, all of it. All magic. This is a perspective I first encountered in the months following my NDE and head trauma. I don’t think it was an artifact of taking an intense blow to the head, nor of the journey, the magical mystery tour, I took when I left my body for a spell. What I think it is is an artifact of a thoroughly fractured and discarded worldview, cosmology, whatever. Veils cast down, filters voided. The world before the accident did not go away, it simply changed shape and function. But all that aside, it’s come to that time when the last of the coffee has been drained from the cup, the clock has barely passed beyond 6 AM, and I simply must go out and take a gander at the mountains before stepping into the shower to remove the night’s expression of toxins and to cleanse my aura. Oh, yeh! I got my new glasses; a totally different style for me. Bigger lenses, plastic frames, not wire. The brilliance of the view was my first impression. So much light! That and the tasty fact that I don’t need to cock my head this way and that to get a look at something that ain’t straight forward (just like I do when some folks do what I call “talking around the corner”). It is easier on my poor beleaguered neck. Sigh. It’s a workday. There I go.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.