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car passing over it. I got hungry, and we ate some fruit, the
first of many such adventures from this point on.
Later in the day there was again an increase in the profundity
of the experience. From a discussion of parenting in
general and mothering in particular, I went on to a discussion
of my son and my relations with him, and finally cried for
him for a long time. I did not want H. to help me through
this situation, but I had to find my way myself. At the end of
an epiphany of sorrow with my eyes closed, I saw a cave. I had
a feeling of wings, and followed them up to the roof of the
cave, which was like a basilica bathed in white light, which
glowed through it. Gradually the light turned a bright yellow,
and the light point was the sun, which moved back and forth
like lightning. This vision ended and another vision replaced
it in which I was moving toward the left along a series of intricately
carved, horizontally placed poles. These suddenly
parted and I looked into the face of The Dancer, who was
wearing an Indian (Eastern) headdress, and then the poles
closed. I was able to come out of the experience after this.
From this point on, the experience began to abate, al-
though residuals of the experience remain even today as I
write this. Later in the day I had a sense of bulls and stone
porches, and read H. the entire Lament for the Death of
Ignacio Sánchez Mejias, by Lorca, which moved me greatly
and seemed in some way to be about and for me. We con-
tinued discussing the thoughts and ideas brought up by the
day and dealt with some new issues as well. I noticed that
whenever I dealt with questions that had emotional relevance
for me, perceptual changes occurred. When I paid attention
to the perceptual changes, they disappeared. There was a very
interesting phenomenon, which lasted for a while, in which
one particular patch of ground began to bubble and boil. This
did not spread to any other part of the ground and was there
to see whenever I chose to look at it.
We returned to my home at about 10 P.M. My wife looked
healthy and sunburned, pretty and petulant. I sat up for a
while reading. I read a book of Zen koans and they made a
great deal of sense emotionally. Not all of them seemed ap-
plicable, but those that did, I understood intuitively, and I
understood the events of the story even before I read the solu-