TwitterNov 20 2009
PeERinG DoWn THe RaBBit HOle wITh GrACe SLick WhIte rAbbIT Day 3 Jefferson Airplane – White Rabbit (Woodstock 1969)
Con’t…And believe me, so far this has whole thing has been a trip. As I reflect on the words from “White Rabbit” I see that these words shimmer with great metaphorical parallels to my mid-life “waking up,” “self-healing” experience. Here’s some of the words I connect with:
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you’re going to fall…
When men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go…
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen’s “off with her head!
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Remember what the dormouse said;
“feed YOUR HEAD. Feed your head.…
Over the last six year of tunneling into my unconscious and desiring to connect with my sub-conscious in order to become conscious and experience inner healing, I have done a lot of falling. I have had more moments than imaginable where what had seemed logical to me at one time, needed to go all sloppy dead. And so I replaced it with true logic. Then there have been realities I have had to face at times that have seared so deeply that it seemed my head floated off and and I tripped out into the delirium that pain inflicts. In that place White Knights were talking backwards and chessboard men were telling me where to go. And more times then I can count the Red Queen has been waving her hand in the air screaming, “Off with her head.” And it only stood to reason, my head needed to come off. I needed to replace it with reality. Then finally I have needed to feed my head. Feed it with truth. The only way to true healing. True awakening. In the words of Jesus, “The truth shall set you free.” True. True. But let me tell you friend, it’s going to hurt like hell first…
Grace Slick at Woodstock singing, White Rabbit
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So, where have we been going? And why? Backwards. The only appropriate way to travel in order to get to where we’re going. To share the more of me. The unseen. The unshown. We’re almost there…
Love ya, Night,
Theresa Jane
-Had I not been four when she and others I idolized performed at Woodstock, just one hour from where I grew up, I would have been there. Had I been anywhere over 15 I would have gone and worried about the cost afterwards. And that wasn’t common for me, I may have partied hearty but I did my best to fly under the radar. But this my friend would have been worth it. I would have been there every day those groups flew in. Through the sun, rain, lack of food, and bathroom facilities. And, back in the day I would have loved every stoned, drunken, jamming moment of it all. And when Janice Joplin stepped onto that stage and sang, “White Rabbit” I would have been riveted and sang every word right along with her.
