07-31-2005, 12:01 AM
ReRavel:
you don't belong in public, you can not tell the truth in public, you can not 'be' in public. You're out of the world, that's what a Nagual is, deep left side.
Crow:
Who's inventing who now?
ReRavel:
You're a phoney in the world
Crow:
A phoney 'what', exactly?
ReRavel:
and on this site,
Crow:
It's a regular barrel of monkeys, huh, except there are a few crows to mess that idea up I guess... Hey, I can fly!
ReRavel:
but maybe you are real in the woods, work hard and maybe one day your radiation will reach the world, the outer layer.
Crow:
Yes, making things out of wood has always been a great joy for me. Discovering and rediscovering a timeless understanding without words, really, yet filled with gentle teaching at every turn. I mean, it's here, now, for anyone. All I can do is try to point to it, and demonstrate that magic which surely resides there. At which point the illusion is born, reborn, given fresh breath... Why people want this is surely a mystery, but... so what?
I am here to enliven and to enchant. I am here to leave a trace...
Tell me. What do you suppose *you* are here for?
ReRavel:
Now you are only a liar and baffoon in the world.
Crow:
No, these are merely labels you are using to describe your misunderstanding.
Don Juan said to me in that first dream I had of him:
"I don't mind being fictitious. But you probably do."
At the time, well, I figured if I was to dream up don Juan he was going to say stuff to me much the way he did to Carlos in Castaneda's stories, witty stuff, but kind of incisive and perplexing. And this comment carried a sting.
Now I understand. Wow, well, understanding can make the most inocuous event into something totally sublime. The guy was a genius. Which guy? Well, that's it, isn't it! I don't know, you've got me there.
ReRavel:
Go back to the ring in the tree that you were true at
and don't bullshit no more,
Crow:
I'm not bullshitting... I'm *storytelling*!
And that is what fictitious naguals do best.
ReRavel:
and don't rush on ahead where you don't have any footing,
Crow:
No base jumping? From bridges, airplanes... off of short piers or high cliffs, you mean?
ReRavel:
go back to the ring in the tree where you were real.
Crow:
There's no 'back' friend. So there is no going someplace that doesn't exist, is there?
ReRavel:
Your 'lightness' doesn't fool me and isn't real.
Crow:
"I don't mind bein' fictitious. But you probably do."
you don't belong in public, you can not tell the truth in public, you can not 'be' in public. You're out of the world, that's what a Nagual is, deep left side.
Crow:
Who's inventing who now?
ReRavel:
You're a phoney in the world
Crow:
A phoney 'what', exactly?
ReRavel:
and on this site,
Crow:
It's a regular barrel of monkeys, huh, except there are a few crows to mess that idea up I guess... Hey, I can fly!
ReRavel:
but maybe you are real in the woods, work hard and maybe one day your radiation will reach the world, the outer layer.
Crow:
Yes, making things out of wood has always been a great joy for me. Discovering and rediscovering a timeless understanding without words, really, yet filled with gentle teaching at every turn. I mean, it's here, now, for anyone. All I can do is try to point to it, and demonstrate that magic which surely resides there. At which point the illusion is born, reborn, given fresh breath... Why people want this is surely a mystery, but... so what?
I am here to enliven and to enchant. I am here to leave a trace...
Tell me. What do you suppose *you* are here for?
ReRavel:
Now you are only a liar and baffoon in the world.
Crow:
No, these are merely labels you are using to describe your misunderstanding.
Don Juan said to me in that first dream I had of him:
"I don't mind being fictitious. But you probably do."
At the time, well, I figured if I was to dream up don Juan he was going to say stuff to me much the way he did to Carlos in Castaneda's stories, witty stuff, but kind of incisive and perplexing. And this comment carried a sting.
Now I understand. Wow, well, understanding can make the most inocuous event into something totally sublime. The guy was a genius. Which guy? Well, that's it, isn't it! I don't know, you've got me there.
ReRavel:
Go back to the ring in the tree that you were true at
and don't bullshit no more,
Crow:
I'm not bullshitting... I'm *storytelling*!
And that is what fictitious naguals do best.
ReRavel:
and don't rush on ahead where you don't have any footing,
Crow:
No base jumping? From bridges, airplanes... off of short piers or high cliffs, you mean?
ReRavel:
go back to the ring in the tree where you were real.
Crow:
There's no 'back' friend. So there is no going someplace that doesn't exist, is there?
ReRavel:
Your 'lightness' doesn't fool me and isn't real.
Crow:
"I don't mind bein' fictitious. But you probably do."