You are chained up in a cave
With memories you couldn't save
Forgot your life before the fall
Your dirty meat just darkens wall
Source of roar deep in a hole
Wolf not sure you bear a soul
- Seymour Vandal
Plato may have written other stuff besides his 'cave allegory', but I've never read it. Heck, I've never even read that, officially. It forms the bulk of his myth and came to me second-hand or, forty-thousandth hand or whatever. Anyway, it goes something like my poem. Here it is again, but in English:
According to Plato, mankind's current situation - that which we so delicately refer to as 'The Human Condition', may be explained thusly:
We are like slaves, chained up in a dark hole. We can only look straight ahead - at a wall upon which shadows are moving (Turn off your cellphone - I'm gonna go buy some popcorn - mmmkay I'm back). Plato says we are chained - that's why we don't know anything about the wall, the shadows, whatever makes them move, and maybe the light that drives them. Then, he goes into this whole thing about what each of them might represent - the shadows, the wall, etc. None of it makes any sense to anybody, but it has generated a ton of money in college tuition fees over the years.
Speaking of college, Carlos wrote his first book - a best-seller - as his own anthropology dissertation. Pretty cool, eh? By the way - you guys know that you need advice from your professors before selecting a dissertation subject, right? Carlos didn't just decide all by himself to spend his summer in Mexico trying to score hallucinogens - he needed prior approval, and that part of his story is extremely shady. With that in mind - where do you think all those university heavyweights spend their Thursday nights?
Carlos' first book was mainly about psychedelic drugs, but he loosened up after that. He wove a spiritual dynasty supposedly based on ancient shamanic memories and legends that go back thousands of years. It reads like....Dr. Seuss teaching string theory to a toddler... while lost in the desert on acid. A dozen books later, he still doesn't make much sense.
There are elements of Castenada's myths that are observable in the real world - and that's why I chose to pair him with Plato. Plato's meaner, bigger and stronger - but his theories only apply to our imaginations. Earth's animals are very real so, we should expect a big surprise from the younger, seemingly-alternative Castaneda.
As I recall, Plato theorizes about the shadows on his imaginary wall - what might be making them move and so forth. In turn, we innocently turn our heads (as far as we can) in search of some as-yet-undiscovered source of power. I honestly don't remember all of Plato's ideas because they are useless to my understanding of the world. All we need to remember is that we, in our dirty little cave, have light upon our back reflecting some weird shadows onto the wall in front of us. Enter 'The Crow'.
Before anybody objects - yes - it's totally within the Smackdown rules for Castaneda to bring Don Juan's 'spirit animal' into the ring. Just watch what this little bird can do!
You see, we were supposed to imagine ourselves as 'The Crow' within Castaneda's mythos. We're not supposed to identify with Carlos' own person while reading his stories - that's why he portrayed himself so poorly, and showed Don Juan as being too distant for anybody to identify with at all.
Airborne crows have the exact same perspective as the slaves in Plato's cave allegory - light upon our back and shadows moving in front of us. The crow views the ground while flying - that's the scene to imagine - an airborne crow viewing her own shadow moving across Earth's face.
When considered in this light - both myths embody exactly the same viewing perspective - that's why they were both selected to be parts of our collective culture, and that's why they're getting Vandalized together.
Here's the truth about 'spirit animals' or 'familiars' or whatever - many iconic animals like the crow, the lion, the tiger, etc. bear very specific attributes. Elephants are known to remember, snakes are known to be invisible and silent, and lions are known to be assholes. We don't literally transform our personal flesh into that of the beast when performing 'magic' - we merely embody those attributes specific to our chosen animal.
Maybe in the old days we used to follow and observe animals in Nature so we could see how they behaved. We're talking about subtelties here - maybe even just as a matter of symbology. After all - you have to choose something for your family crest, right?
The crow is very close to me, but it has nothing to do with Castanada. However, I do understand why he chose the crow out of all the other birds. The crow is not just a bird - the crow is a messenger between worlds. There's a big, fat one making a hell of a racket outside my porch as I'm writing this (swear to god), but there was another event just before the SuperSolstice of 2014 that opened my eyes forever.
While visiting a local aunt, I noticed a plastic crow on her dining room table. It was on a fruit basket or something, so I picked it up and put it on my shoulder to entertain my niece. Somehow or other, the wire feet of this fake animal instantly got stuck to my sweater, so I made a joke about it 'obviously wanting to stay' and left it there for several hours.
I left and spent the afternoon playing with several children, and we never had to re-attach or even re-position the crow on my shoulder. It remained fixed while driving, walking and playing. Some of the kids even took pictures of me with the crow still clinging to my shoulder. The picture below is one of them.
While those plastic eyes watched over the children laughing and taking pictures, my aunt's son - my seemingly healthy thirty-five year-old cousin - my niece's own father - was dying from acute kidney failure in an ER a thousand miles away - and none of us had any idea what was happening. I didn't find out until later, and it wasn't until days later - while viewing the pictures on my camera through tears, that I remembered the timing of the whole event. That's when I realized the crow was with us the whole time, and just how important symbols truly are to our everyday reality.
To a degree, we can discover truth just by gazing into our collective media. This IPad is truly 'a magic lamp' and everything you want to know about Earth's great animals is available by casting the right spells upon Google. Unfortunately, it can't or won't reveal the secret to Plato's ancient riddle - so I asked the crow, and she explained it like this:
1) We (the crow and the slaves) cannot truly 'see' ourselves while we're in this form. Period. This is the 'control system' we can feel, but can't describe. It's not really a control system per se, it's just the way our eyes work. Eyes are windows to the soul, and others take advantage of these facts. Forget being a slave for now. Imagine you're an airborne crow - your shadow is all you'll ever see of yourself, and when you see it - you'll probably have no idea what you're looking at.
2) The shadow must fall upon something - Here is the first opportunity for manipulation of our reflection. Call it media if you like - Earth for the crow - silver for the slaves. It may not be malevolent- just imperfect - as all mirrors are. If we pay attention to each other and to the Earth - we'll recognize anything else for what it is. Our whole problem is that our eyes are naturally attracted to certain things, so we're easily distracted and confused.
3) The shadow has the effect of a mirror upon our eyes and therefore our souls, but that's beyond the scope of this article. Suffice to say, mirrors 'give pause' and create a second opportunity for manipulation while we're engaged in the innocent, divine act of self-reflection. Even if the medium reflects a true likeness - the viewer can't just explain what is seen, not even to ourselves - we have to ask another soul. Here's a third opportunity for manipulation, and that's more than enough for me.
'Deer caught in bright headlights' is a true allegory of 'The Human Condition' - especially if the light only appears to move, but never really does. What if it's not even a light at all? What if it's just a mirror? What if it's just a mirror - and we're projecting our own Light? How could we possibly understand such an experience, my dear?*
Please go watch a modern Universal Pictures movie right now. It doesn't matter which one because you only need to watch the first few seconds. Pay attention to the studio tag - the one with the 'golden dawn', 'sunrise' or 'eastern light' that never really happens.
Take an Earthly viewing perspective upon the Western Hemisphere and look for the Light. Once you remember what true Light is, try to discern what's really being shown to you. Eventually, you'll be able to see it. Then come talk to me about 'Illumination'.





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