OMG you guys!! ( sorry, just trying to set a tone here..) Last night I saw the biggest bear I’ve ever seen. It was on one of our woodland paths, dusk, and I was alone, without even my dog! I nearly walked into it!
So why am I telling you this, (aside from the fact that I’m now hopelessly addicted to writing)? Well: I thought it was remarkable, because I was thinking about bears a lot yesterday, because I mentioned the Elisha story on my Millerite post. Then I looked it up, an for good measure also read one of those “Let’s soften the hard stories” commentaries: okay they weren’t really “children”, they were “hoodlums,” like MS 13. And we don’t know if they were killed by those she-bears, why, they may’ve just suffered some grievous bodily harm—and serves ‘em right, the insolent delinquents!
(Incidentally, I was disappointed that nobody commented on those Millerites, nor for that matter on Elisha, on that post—arencha the least bit curious? Of the remnant Millerites, some joined the Shakers, who also don’t engage in reproduction, and the rest morphed into the 7th Day Adventist Church…But you can look that up for yourself of course…)
I saw her (let’s say it was a sow, they’re scarier: witness Elisha!), stopped in my tracks; she slowly turned her head toward me. I retreated as quietly and quickly as I could. I was about equidistant between her and our little camping cabin, and I thought I’d go in there and call my husband to come up with the truck.
Of course I knew she could easily break the glass in the sliding door if she really wanted me. But I wasn’t as scared as you might imagine. When I got back to the cabin, and neither saw nor heard any pursuit, I didn’t go in. I just took a different, parallel path back. There’s plenty of food in these woods, especially now when the fawns are still tiny; I didn’t think the bear would want to bother with something so troublesome as a human. The only person who has ever been killed by a bear here on the Plateau, to my knowledge, was a woman who was feeding one she (inexplicably) was keeping in a cage in her backyard.
Okay so, at long last, my point: It felt to me as if I had conjured up the ursine by entertaining its image in my mind.
This was one of those experiences Jung wrote about, like when you are reading on the bus or something, and some stranger says aloud in the course of conversation the exact word you are reading, at the very same moment. Or when as a patient of Jung’s reported, he/she was thinking of scarabs, and a large dung beetle bumbled in at the window. This led Jung to theorize about “Laws of Coincidence”.
Well,thanks for reading, if you’ve gotten this far! I will now go out and play before the rain comes again. Do you likewise!