04-26-2011, 12:00 AM
From Tales of Power "Wings of Perception"chapter.
...my state of exultation was so intense at that moment that I wanted to weep, or stay there forever. But some force, or tension, or something undefinable began to pull me. Suddenly I found myself out of the structure, still lying on my back. The giant girl was there,but there was another being with her, a woman so big that she reached to the sky and eclipsed the sun. Compared to her the giant girl was just a little girl. The big woman was angry; she grabbed the structure by one of its columns, lifted it up, turned it upside down, and set it on the floor. It was a chair!
That realization was like a catalyst: it triggered some overwhelming perceptions. I went through a series of images that were disconnected but could be made to stand as a sequence. In successive flashes I saw or realized that the magnificent and incomprehensible floor was a straw mat; the yellow sky was the stucco ceiling of a room; the sun was a light bulb. The structure that evoked such rapture in me was a chair that a child had turned upside down to play house. I had one more coherent and sequential vision of another mysterious architectural structure of monumental proportions. It stood all by itself. It looked almost like a shell of a pointed snail standing with its tail up. The walls were made of concave and convex plates of some strange purple material; each plate had grooves that seemed more functional than ornamental. I examined the structure meticulously and in detail and found that it was like in the case of the previous one, thoroughly incomprehensible. I expected to suddenly adjust my perception to disclose the "true" nature of the structure. But nothing of the sort happened. I then had a conglomerate of alien inextricable awarenesses", or findings, about the building and its function which did not make sense, because I had no frame of reference for them. I regained my normal awareness all of a sudden. Don Juan and don Genero were next to me. I was tired. I looked for my watch; it was gone. Don Juan and don Genero giggled in unison. Don Juan said that I should not worry about time and that I should concentrate on following certain recommendations that don Genero had made to me. I turned to don Genero and he made a joke. He said that the most important recommendation was that I should learn to write with my finger, to save on pencils and to show off.
...my state of exultation was so intense at that moment that I wanted to weep, or stay there forever. But some force, or tension, or something undefinable began to pull me. Suddenly I found myself out of the structure, still lying on my back. The giant girl was there,but there was another being with her, a woman so big that she reached to the sky and eclipsed the sun. Compared to her the giant girl was just a little girl. The big woman was angry; she grabbed the structure by one of its columns, lifted it up, turned it upside down, and set it on the floor. It was a chair!
That realization was like a catalyst: it triggered some overwhelming perceptions. I went through a series of images that were disconnected but could be made to stand as a sequence. In successive flashes I saw or realized that the magnificent and incomprehensible floor was a straw mat; the yellow sky was the stucco ceiling of a room; the sun was a light bulb. The structure that evoked such rapture in me was a chair that a child had turned upside down to play house. I had one more coherent and sequential vision of another mysterious architectural structure of monumental proportions. It stood all by itself. It looked almost like a shell of a pointed snail standing with its tail up. The walls were made of concave and convex plates of some strange purple material; each plate had grooves that seemed more functional than ornamental. I examined the structure meticulously and in detail and found that it was like in the case of the previous one, thoroughly incomprehensible. I expected to suddenly adjust my perception to disclose the "true" nature of the structure. But nothing of the sort happened. I then had a conglomerate of alien inextricable awarenesses", or findings, about the building and its function which did not make sense, because I had no frame of reference for them. I regained my normal awareness all of a sudden. Don Juan and don Genero were next to me. I was tired. I looked for my watch; it was gone. Don Juan and don Genero giggled in unison. Don Juan said that I should not worry about time and that I should concentrate on following certain recommendations that don Genero had made to me. I turned to don Genero and he made a joke. He said that the most important recommendation was that I should learn to write with my finger, to save on pencils and to show off.