“A dream is an unfulfilled wish,” answered a kid with a Ph.D in psychoanalysis from the Jung Institute.
“What else did he say?”
“He said, ‘There is no royal road to wisdom. To arrive in the future I must journey to the past. To attain the sanity of oneness with the One, I must risk the whirling madness of the possessed. One must confront their shadow or be crushed by it.”
“I like it,” said a seer named Rumi. “What else?”
“Well, here’s a cool thing he said. ‘”I liken the formation of a character to weaving fabric. You know what happens when you make a mistake? The whole pattern is spoiled. You have a choice, you can finish the garment, however it will always be botched and ugly, or you can unravel the weaving back to the first mistake and start again. That’s basically what analysis is about. It’s a tedious job. The patient is scared and hostile. The analyst lends patience, honesty and courage.’”
“Excellent,” yelled kids, “here’s to our being patient patients with courage and authenticity.”
“Speaking of courage, I’m looking for someone who knows reading and writing,” Rose said to the children.
“Oh, I don’t know anything about reading and writing,” a child told Rose. “I thought you said eating and fighting. I know about that.”
“Perfect, let’s go together,” said Rose.
“Do you know any good stories?” a child asked Rose.
“A few. Would you like to hear one?”
“Sure.”
“This is a story about Old Man Coyote.”
“Old Man Coyote stood on the bank of a river with a friend. It was early spring and the river at that point was more than a mile across. After watching the sun set in the west, his friend said, ‘Tell me, Coyote, what is it that transcends everything in creation?’”
“Old Man Coyote pointed at the muddy water in the river and said, ‘When you drink all the water in this stream, then I will tell you.’”
“I’ve already done that,” his friend said. He defiantly crossed his arms over his chest.
“Then I must have already told you!” Old Man Coyote said.
“Very good,” said a child. “Know any more?”
“Ok, one more, then I need to roll along. Lots of children to see today.”
“One bright summer day, Rabbit asked Old Man Coyote, ‘Where is the right path?’”
“The right path is the one that leads into the forest,” replied Old Man Coyote.
“I'm not asking about that one!”
“Well, what path are you asking about?”
“I'm asking about the Path of Knowledge,” said Rabbit.
“Oh,” said Old Man Coyote. “That path! That path is very clear. It is as straight as a bowstring. You can face it without hesitation. But I’m warning you, all who travel along that path trouble only themselves.”
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