In any journey, if I've brought back anything of value, it's something only you can interpret. But, similarly, I can't act on your behalf. That I envision myself doing something doesn't mean that *I* am doing it... it all depends on what feels right to you. It might mean that it must be done. Or that someone will do it, whether it must be done or not. Or it might mean that it's something you want to do. Or...well, you get the picture. Think about it, and if a meaning makes itself clear, and seems right, then it probably is.
I started my journey the way I'm used to, traveling to the world tree, and stopping at my little campground there. I greeted Raven, and Turtle, and Skunk (who I had visited yesterday - no relevance to this particular journey). I then asked Raven, my guide, to take me where I was needed. After travel through a Dr. Who-like tunnel (I've been watching some old Tom Baker Dr. Who, and the spirit world draws from one's own image store), I found myself in a city... a normal city, not one that was dark or excessively light, so, one much like the real world.
And in the city there was a huge, knotted ball of string. My first thought was of the Gordian Knot and Alexander's solution, but I knew that was not right. So I started picking at it, thinking that it required a sacrifice of hard work, painful fingers (from picking at knotted string) and gumminess/ickiness from the stickiness on the string was needed.
But no, sacrifice was not called for. Just wisdom. I traced out the strings with my hands, and found they would unravel with the will. And slowly, without much effort, they started to unravel, until, at the center of the ball, was a tiny baby duckling. The duckling's beak was bent (think Daffy after walking into a wall), so I carefully gathered her up, and took her to the lower world, to meet with Duck. I fed Duck some millet, and asked for her help. She did something - it was a hard, single thing, quick, like a *snap* - and it was painful, healed quickly, and soon the duckling was swimming at high speed in a convenient pond.
I knew there was a threat lurking, and I kept watch, flying lightly over her. I couldn't get a sense of the threat, but I also knew that she would be watched over by the spirits... she would not be alone. So I looked around, saw no immediate threat, and felt that there was nothing more that needed doing. The duckling was certainly not in danger, but she bore watching.
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I started my journey the way I'm used to, traveling to the world tree, and stopping at my little campground there. I greeted Raven, and Turtle, and Skunk (who I had visited yesterday - no relevance to this particular journey). I then asked Raven, my guide, to take me where I was needed. After travel through a Dr. Who-like tunnel (I've been watching some old Tom Baker Dr. Who, and the spirit world draws from one's own image store), I found myself in a city... a normal city, not one that was dark or excessively light, so, one much like the real world.
And in the city there was a huge, knotted ball of string. My first thought was of the Gordian Knot and Alexander's solution, but I knew that was not right. So I started picking at it, thinking that it required a sacrifice of hard work, painful fingers (from picking at knotted string) and gumminess/ickiness from the stickiness on the string was needed.
But no, sacrifice was not called for. Just wisdom. I traced out the strings with my hands, and found they would unravel with the will. And slowly, without much effort, they started to unravel, until, at the center of the ball, was a tiny baby duckling. The duckling's beak was bent (think Daffy after walking into a wall), so I carefully gathered her up, and took her to the lower world, to meet with Duck. I fed Duck some millet, and asked for her help. She did something - it was a hard, single thing, quick, like a *snap* - and it was painful, healed quickly, and soon the duckling was swimming at high speed in a convenient pond.
I knew there was a threat lurking, and I kept watch, flying lightly over her. I couldn't get a sense of the threat, but I also knew that she would be watched over by the spirits... she would not be alone. So I looked around, saw no immediate threat, and felt that there was nothing more that needed doing. The duckling was certainly not in danger, but she bore watching.