Running with Tiger in the Twilight Woods
I lay down to rest in the early afternoon. There is an immediate flow of imagery.
I am moving faster and faster, along a road without defined
scenery.
I speed towards a
tunnel. I’m through it almost at once, and come out in a lightly wooded
landscape. I hear water nearby. I try not to interpret what is happening
mentally. I chant the syllables of a power song inwardly to shut off the talker
in my mind.
Soon I am airborne.
This happens effortlessly; there is no need to visualize the process before it
begins. I’m flying over a thickly wooded scene.
From above, I see a man running through the woods. He’s almost or completely naked apart from some kind of face covering. This may be a mask. The main feature is long whiskers, fastened to his upper lip. The face is oblong; surely it’s a mask.
He’s running from something. What is it?
I see a magnificent
Now the tiger is on him.
It doesn’t pause to kill or devour. It opens its jaws and simply swallows the masked runner, whole. They are now one. I sense that this is as it should be.
I cease to be a spectator.
The tiger’s huge face looms up, close to my own. I’m not scared of him. He is splendid.
He leaps at me. We become one. Instead of devouring me, he seems to have entered me.
Image: Tiger Man by RM with AI assistance
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