09-12-2008, 12:00 AM
Part 1
This is my goal before I am dead as a box of hair- to make the love to the world as a complete being. In the early 70's when Castaneda was writing his
books, practically everyone was having sex orgies and shrooming in excess on weekends.
How could two-half asses make one complete **** was a question I would quietly answer to myself.
One of my favorite teachings of Don Juan in Tales of Power----The Wings of Perception chapter.
"The giant girl sat next to me and made the floor squeak. I was
touching her enormous knee. She smelled like candy or strawberries. She talked to me and I understood everything she said; pointing to the structure, she told
me that I was going live there.
......The giant girl made me slide on my back into the structure. The
roof was black and flat and was covered with symetric holes that let the yellowish glare of the sky show through, creating the most intricate patterns.
I was truly awed with the utter simplicity and beauty that had been
achieved by those dots of yellow sky showing through those precise holes in the roof, and the patterns of shadows that they created on that magnificent and
intricate floor. The structure was square,and outside of its poignant beauty it was incomphensible to me.
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 colums, 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
incomphrehensible floor was a straw mat; the yellow sky was the stucco ceiling of a room; the sun was a light bulb; the structure that had evoked such rapture
turned upside down to play house.
This is my goal before I am dead as a box of hair- to make the love to the world as a complete being. In the early 70's when Castaneda was writing his
books, practically everyone was having sex orgies and shrooming in excess on weekends.
How could two-half asses make one complete **** was a question I would quietly answer to myself.
One of my favorite teachings of Don Juan in Tales of Power----The Wings of Perception chapter.
"The giant girl sat next to me and made the floor squeak. I was
touching her enormous knee. She smelled like candy or strawberries. She talked to me and I understood everything she said; pointing to the structure, she told
me that I was going live there.
......The giant girl made me slide on my back into the structure. The
roof was black and flat and was covered with symetric holes that let the yellowish glare of the sky show through, creating the most intricate patterns.
I was truly awed with the utter simplicity and beauty that had been
achieved by those dots of yellow sky showing through those precise holes in the roof, and the patterns of shadows that they created on that magnificent and
intricate floor. The structure was square,and outside of its poignant beauty it was incomphensible to me.
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 colums, 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
incomphrehensible floor was a straw mat; the yellow sky was the stucco ceiling of a room; the sun was a light bulb; the structure that had evoked such rapture
turned upside down to play house.