dreaming Bigfoot

Maybe they’re dreaming with eyes open…

I’m talking about those who say they’ve seen Bigfoot*.

Yes, some are surely pulling our leg (a nice way to say “lying”).

However, I believe others actually saw something real.  No, not a physical creature that lives deep in the woods.  But a vision created by the unconscious.  A waking dream.

Our sleeping dreams reveal unknown and/or neglected aspects of ourselves.  I think the same is true of our waking dreams.  The waking dreamer, like the sleeping dreamer, is seeing his own shadow.

But Bigfoot is not just the personal waking dream of a few eyewitnesses.  He’s also one of the waking dreams of our culture.  Consider the fascination with Bigfoot stories—all the articles, books, TV shows, and movies.  I say: we’re stalking on our own inner Bigfoot.

But you don’t hunt for something if you feel it’s already in your possession.   What have we lost; what do we seek?

To me, Bigfoot is a positive expression of “the beast”.  We’re used to thinking of the beast in negative terms.  Something to be subdued—caged, if not killed.  No wonder Bigfoot is afraid.  No wonder he hides from us.

This positive beast is strong, but gentle.  A part of nature, yet close to being human.  He’s a bridge, I think.  A bridge between our civilized world and the world from which we emerged.  A world lost to us.  Ironically, we need to reconnect with that world in order to be fully human.  In order to be whole.

That’s the Bigfoot I seek.  But perhaps Bigfoot means something different to you…

In any case, after hunting haphazardly, blindly, I’ve developed this plan for myself…

If I go into the woods of my own dark deep nature…

…and wait patiently for my awareness to open…

…maybe what I have lost will return to me.  My own inner Bigfoot.

(* This concept would apply to most, or maybe all, creatures of legend—including lake monsters and elusive entities such as the Chupacabra of Puerto Rico.  And of course, Bigfoot’s cousins: Sasquatch, Yeti, and the Abominable Snowman.)

© 2019, Michael R. Patton
the truth of the dream: poetry ebook

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About Michael Patton

I am a poet, novelist, and storyteller...A new mythologist, a peace miller, a dream worker...I don't qualify as an illustrator or photographer--I just "make pictures"...I have thirteen books available at amazon... I currently reside in northwest Arkansas, but have lived and worked all over the United States... I'm self-taught, for the most part--which is like searching for the right door in the dark. It's an on-going process.... I don't want to write MY story, I want OUR story, so that's what I'm studying: the human story: past, present, future, in its many aspects--including the spiritual. I'm proceeding at a slow crawl.... I don't see the inner world and outer world as separate. By learning about myself, I learn about others, I learn about my world.... Conversely, as I struggle to understand what I see OUT THERE, I learn about myself.... But to be clear: I don't claim any special understanding. I'm still purblind, still only half-awake.... After frustrating experience with the publisher of my first novel, I've published on my own, beginning with e-books, with plans to move into print and audio. Even video.... Along with a second novel, I've now published eight books of poetry. Each poetry book focuses on a theme. For instance, the collection GLORIOUS TEDIOUS TRANSFORMATION is about the slow difficult wonderful process of change.... In that book, as with all my work, I try to be accessible to a general audience, while also striving to achieve a certain literary quality.
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