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Ok, I started a topic on the discovery of my personal animal totem a while ago. I'll paste the beginning of the post here, but to read the thread in its entirety, check here. There's some nice contributions there.
"I had been living a shielded life. A boring succession of days that looked like the same. It seemed that there were no new possibilities, that I was stuck somehow, and due to my own fault, 'cos I'm the biggest chicken I know. I have this problem where I *know* what's going on, I see it happening but I cannot *feel* the situation inside me, and so I cannot really act. It's like I was watching someone else's life. Then I decided to change this. To change *me*. And, seeing this as a psychological working as well as a magickal one, I set to change certain characteristics of mine that I thought were blocking my development.
First, I thought of which strong magickal icons I could use as translating protocols between my conscious mind and my unconscious. I'm not well versed in magick but I think I have a hint of what it is about: understanding the Process. Getting into the code of the thing and, when possible, making some tweaks of your own. Most importantly - magick changes *YOU* more than it changes the outside (and by changing *YOU* of course it *also* changes the outside). So, instead of searching for already established rituals and spells, I decided to go chaos instead (or lazy, you decide - which reminds me, feel free to put me down as a deluded fool. I don't claim to have the answers, I'm just reporting from where my headspace is at the moment).
What did I want to accomplish? I wanted to experience life more. That immediately brought to my mind Jorge Luis Borges and the image of the tiger. Borges wrote some pieces about tigers, including this poem:
"THE OTHER TIGER
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here
Exalts the vast and busy Library
And seems to set the bookshelves back in gloom;
Innocent, ruthless, bloodstained, sleek
It wanders through its forest and its day
Printing a track along the muddy banks
Of sluggish streams whose names it does not know
(In its world there are no names or past
Or time to come, only the vivid now)
And makes its way across wild distances
Sniffing the braided labyrinth of smells
And in the wind picking the smell of dawn
And tantalizing scent of grazing deer;
Among the bamboo's slanting stripes I glimpse
The tiger's stripes and sense the bony frame
Under the splendid, quivering cover of skin.
Curving oceans and the planet's wastes keep us
Apart in vain; from here in a house far off
In South America I dream of you,
Track you, O tiger of the Ganges' banks.
It strikes me now as evening fills my soul
That the tiger addressed in my poem
Is a shadowy beast, a tiger of symbols
And scraps picked up at random out of books,
A string of labored tropes that have no life,
And not the fated tiger, the deadly jewel
That under sun or stars or changing moon
Goes on in Bengal or Sumatra fulfilling
Its rounds of love and indolence and death.
To the tiger of symbols I hold opposed
The one that's real, the one whose blood runs hot
As it cuts down a herd of buffaloes,
And that today, this August third, nineteen
Fifty-nine, throws its shadow on the grass;
But by the act of giving it a name,
By trying to fix the limits of its world,
It becomes a fiction not a living beast,
Not a tiger out roaming the wilds of earth.
We'll hunt for a third tiger now, but like
The others this one too will be a form
Of what I dream, a structure of words, and not
The flesh and one tiger that beyond all myths
Paces the earth. I know these things quite well,
Yet nonetheless some force keeps driving me
In this vague, unreasonable, and ancient quest,
And I go on pursuing through the hours
Another tiger, the beast not found in verse."
He also once made a famous analogy - and this was what first sparked to my mind - of life's surprises with the image of a *tiger in a library*. That was what I wanted, so I took it and use it.
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