Re: This Bird has Flown

[Guest guest]

Hi Jung-Fire friends,

Just got back from an amazing journey last night in flesh and spirit, that

started I suppose on Christmas Day sometime after encountering those two

Hawks spiralling eastwards that I described on the 26th. But before I can

tell you all about it, I have to make a few aside comments to some of the

members first.

To Phoebe: Now how do ya expect me to refrain from complimenting your

radiant rosy chapped cheeks as you come riding up to the fire so vigorously

on your horse. I'm not gawking, really! I'm merely grokking on how my own

bony backsides would feel after such activity that you enjoy so well. Must

be this crisp winter air I'm breathing that evokes such comments as these in

my posts. Ha!

To the Muse: Yeah your right, that was a poor rhyme, but none the less

appropriate to the stunning unleashing of such a beautiful display of prose

and poetry that you presented to us all here I think.

To Gwen: Nice to have you back and read your long and way overdue post to

the group this morning. I am always in awe of your knowledge and skills in

medicine that are extremely helpful around here as well. It was intriguing

to me that you should accidently misspell my last name in your post? The

Dahl rendition is the Scandinavian variant of Dail or Dale, which as it

turned out was the destination of my journey in fact, to the home of my

Nordic ancestors.

And finally to Alice: I'm sorry but I'll just have to reserve my comments on

your post sign off address as PAXVOBISCUITS until next time around. Ha!

I decided to try to follow the path of those two hawks that dissappeared so

suddenly, and I began to head east and also northwards a few degrees. I

believe I mentioned back around the middle of Nov. when we were celebrating

all of our Scorpio's B-days, that this was going to be my general heading,

towards the hallowed halls of those Valkyrie Maidens in Valhalla. Didn't

think at the time, that it would take this long to get there though. Although

I never actually caught up with those two hawks, but I'm pretty sure their

intent was for me to follow along as best I could, until I was surprised to

find my flight over the shores of Norway, looking down at what appeared to be

a small fishing village called " Dale " .

Now given the number of posts yesterday concerning totem animals, thanks to

Shadowcatcher, it occurs to me that if I'd been traveling as a fish, that

fish would definitely have been a Salmon. Given the instincts of this fish

to travel upstream in this case, was comparable to riding against the

currents of the westward flow of my own ancestors well over a thousand years

ago. It also got me to thinking about my older brother who now lives on the

shores of Anchorage, AL. which is very nearly a full 180 degrees longitude,

and on the same 60 degrees of latitude as this little village in Norway a

hemisphere away, literally. This is the place he has decided to call home

since retiring from the military, after traveling in many places in this

world, and it is without a doubt, due to his own subconsciously imbedded

ancestral memories I believe, that prompted this action on his part, to find

a place so much like the one our ancestors left over the past millennia.

Heck, he may even be the first of the Dale tribe to discover it as well for

all I know. But then I have made tentative plans with my Mother to go there

during this coming year to visit him for the first time there, and see for

myself what all the hubbub is about, and do some further investigations on

this matter as well.

This journey in my case left me pondering the " Why " of my venture to the

opposite end of the beginnings of the Dales, Dahls or in my case Dails, so in

the nature of the proverbial Salmon, I was left with the impression that it

had something to do with going upstream to spawn and then to die, which is

purely a physiological instinct on their part. Here lately I haven't given

much thought to this aspect of my own life until now. I mean, I already have

children to raise and care for as best I can under the circumstances of my

present relationship with them will allow. But being single, I guess I

haven't as yet given up entirely on the prospect of one day meeting the woman

of my dreams Literally. On the same night as my journey, she appeared before

me once again in my dream, after many years of absence and forgetfulness. We

were standing about two feet apart, sizing each other up so to speak, and for

the first time seeing each other " Eye to Eye " which tells me she must have

grown a lot taller since my first encounter with her when I was still a young

lad in my late teens. In fact I hardly recognized her after a quarter of a

century's span from this first encounter, and I got the same impression from

her as well, as I tried to etch her new mature features into my memory until

some distraction broke off my concentration and woke me up.

Now you folks here at Jung-Fire may believe this tale or not, as it doesn't

matter to me one way or another. It has been over a year now since my last

relationship with a very young lady originally from Maine named ,

which is about as far North as one can get in the continental US on the

eastern seaboard at least. She was very similar to this person of my dream,

and I even told her about it after we had been together for a while, and also

informed her of her bearing and contenance which reminded my of a previous

century mystic many here are familiar with named Blavatsky. So much so that

in her case, she as well, had grown outwards instead of upwards if you catch

my meaning of being rather plump. Now as much as I was into trying to mold

her further into the ideal of my image, you can image that the effort on my

part to do so left me rather exhausted and had the opposite effect than what

I had anticipated. She apparently enjoyed my efforts too much to cooperate,

as it turned out and I was forced to resign my efforts which culiminated in

our departure.

She's doing well now, and getting ready to marry again to a pilot from

Columbia, SA. (yeah I thought of that too as regarding her motivation for

doing so!) But she is a very adventuresome type who like her counterpart in

my mind, loved to travel as well.

So now you can imagine, that after so many years of absence, my startled

surprise at the realization of this encounter in my dream of this same person

who had grown up just as I have, albeit a lot more attractively than myself I

must admit. As another one of my old friends who now lives in Canada so

accurately put this matter, " If I'd known I was gonna live This long, I would

have taken better care of myself. HA! In any case, I guess this post is in

some ways, a response to 's challenge for me which she made last week, to

" Truly Love " someone, possibly for the first time in my life, during the year

ahead, which may or may not hold some Truth. But as I mentioned once before,

when I made the transition with the rest of the group here, as we left

Jungcircle almost a quarter of a year ago now, the older I get, the more

particular I become about the company I care to keep, which I think expresses

a lot of esteem I have for this group, even though we do hardly know each

other personally.

I do not regard my presence here in this cyberspace of ideas and imagination

to be some surrogate substitute for a real and personal relationship that I

might still desire, but I do regard it as a genuine stepping stone path

towards that direction, which I could hardly begin to undertake regarding my

own personal quest for this ideal True Love relationship without the help and

input that I always gain as a member here. That is a very profound statement

for me to make, and I sure hope it makes sense to some of you here as well.

Best regards to everyone, and yeah Gwen, that Fire-stone does know what its

doing, thanks again for your post.

The Mutt

" I once knew a girl, or should I say, she once knew me.

She showed me her room, isn't it good, Norwegian Wood?

She asked me to stay and told me to sit anywhere,

So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair. "

The Beatles-Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown)