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“If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is: Infinite.” –William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
Throughout history poets admit to the possibility of the actuality of the muse. I’m rendering here it straight up: an archetypal figure that dictates the poem to the poet. If such an experience is possible, then added to the ability to render images with words on the page we should add the ability to keep a channel open to the archetypal figures as essential to the poet’s craft.
While we are not all poets, I do believe we are all meant to relate to these figures. And for that to happen we must lay aside theories and ideas and invite encounter. All understanding of the hero archetype is bunk in the face of a figure that embodies that reality. Theory is what we have on this side of the doors that Blake speaks of, while on the other side these figures manifest, transform, invite and transmit.
A dream from my journal just over two years ago.
I’m seated on the ground looking out of a sliding glass window across a wide savanna. Large antelope are grazing. Suddenly a warrior limps into view. He is wounded badly in his thigh. I open the door for him and he stumbles in and collapses behind me. I close the door quickly behind him. Though he never speaks, I know that there is a battle off to the South. I turn to offer him assistance but suddenly a magnificent woman, her face pure white like paper, and dressed in glittering robes is at the window, pressing against it in horror at the sight of his wound. I let her in and she quickly kneels down and begins to heal the wound. I watch as her touch stops the bleeding.
Then the three of us are in a small boat and being carried by the current of a lazy river, white cranes are wading along the banks.


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