Fast forward to today (Stardate 2024) some 26 or 27 years later which seems more like 260 years and many Star Trek/Star Wars galaxies away.
I admit to rarely if ever taking the time to call upon Dancing Bear my Native American spirit guide or my black bear animal totem for inspiration, support or guidance. Like many other people who have had trippy lucid dreams, weird drug trips or extraordinary spiritual experiences it was probably just too powerful and overwhelming at the time to emotionally process or fully appreciate.
Plus, even after my Dancing Bear lucid dream in Boulder (see Part One) I still stubbornly maintained a personal preference for a buffed up bison (compared to a pudgy bear) as my Native American spirit animal… even if God or the Universe thought otherwise. Another CaptCliff blog in the near future will probably be dedicated to psychoanalyzing my bear versus buffalo animal ambivalence and spirit guide indecision.
Regardless, life went on and like many other Baby Boomers who once were long-haired hippies, anti-establishment protesters and peace/love activists, I now kvetch and complain about Tinder, taxes, the global economy, big Pharma, giant corporations, mega mansions, my enlarged prostate and GERD and having to live in a dumbed-down fast versus slow social media addicted hypocritical and hypermaterialistic world.
Of course I cannot escape the irony and hypocrisy of me blogging, texting and pontificating about all of the aforementioned like the Wizard of Oz from my sprawling Southwest style Atlanta home while popping Tropical Tums 24/7, complaining about my internet connection and drinking Starbucks mocha cappuccinos or vanilla lattes using my Amazon Prime delivered Nespresso machine. I also post on social media during the day about “superficial TikTok culture” and then later at night watch TikTok while making sure to “like” people back on my Facebook and Instagram. Hypocrite much?
After my Grof Process spiritual experience and for many years thereafter I continued to have strange and unsettling dreams about the past. Sometimes I wondered if much like the ill-fated buffalo I was living my life in a kind of over domesticated unconscious state and following the rest of the human herd in a kind of downward death spiral ….not regarding our actual existence as a species but in gradually forgetting about and losing our humanity and higher consciousness. That would include our quintessential human traits and “animal attributes” that distinguish us as highly intelligent sentient beings capable of critical thinking and emotional empathy towards others.
Sadly, as our current culture appears to reward narcissistic rather than moral or ethical behavior and follows computer algorithms tailored to filter content and boost users screen time and “engagement” (nice word for digital addiction) it is increasingly difficult to determine the kind of information versus misinformation that one is absorbing into their big brain like data driven lead poisoning. One keen social critic calls it the “slow death of serendipity, magic and intuition” because under machine learning models and algorithms random chance, odd occurrences and strange outlier events that can promote personal growth and spiritual wisdom are minimized and factored out if not completely controlled.
Fortunately, one or two significant recent events have occurred and provided me with fresh insights and maybe even a few answers pertaining to my lingering questions about my long ago spirit guide/animal totem lucid dream.
Exactly on my 70th birthday I did “get in touch with” and see with my own now farsighted two eyes a live in-the-flesh chubby black bear. It occurred serendipitously during a week long birthday trip to Southern California in which I was not hiking the backwoods , camping or glamping. Neither was I drinking alcohol, taking magic mushrooms, snorting cocaine, microdosing ketamine or hallucinating due to some preexisting psychiatric disorder. Of course I cant speak for the bear’s mental status or drug history. However, having seen the movie Cocaine Bear three times I’m pretty confident that particular animal affliction and unlikely addiction can be ruled out as well. Also, this time I wasn’t dreaming, wasn’t engaged in holotropic breathing exercises, wasn’t hypnotized and wasn’t just imagining it because there were three other similarly awestruck and amazed eyewitnesses with me in the car. In fact, for at least 10 to 15 seconds I drag-raced right alongside that fast and furious fat-assed bear while sitting in the passenger seat of my brother Neal’s new car (a Lucid Air no less) as we drove up his long winding driveway in the hills of Montecito. That’s not exactly big bear country either unless this bear was an escapee from Michael Jackson’s Neverland Ranch or Prince Harry’s private petting zoo.
The bear seemed initially oblivious to our human presence less than two to three feet from him. My animal spirit in the flesh just kept going merrily on his way right beside us. Instead of freaking out or running away he/she/it/Yogi Bear appeared totally calm, cool and collected and if anything just radically accepting everything going on around him/her in that particular moment… which just happened to include me. Eventually, like all other unusual and serendipitous life experiences Running/Dancing/Jogging Black Bear casually looked up and turned his head around to face me while still running and nodded in my direction as if to say, “Yeah Cliff this is a weird and unusual experience but also pretty cool. Now do you remember? See you again sometime ” and then peeled off into the pine trees, boulders and scattered brush, most likely never to be seen again …but who really knows? Something or someone in my head then said, “and by ‘this’ I mean living life fully and without too much regret. Be in the moment and try to appreciate everything.”
So on this my 70th bday week in Santa Barbara California with delicious food, wonderful places to stay and beautiful scenic vistas in every direction I was reminded how important it is for me to dedicate a little time each day to take a deep breath (holotropic or regular), get grounded and simply feel grateful for everything going on around me including every single experience I have had in my life both good and bad and especially, at age 70 for being healthy, happy and still alive.
I finally saw my pudgy black bear spirit animal after all these years and he saw me. That’s good enough and just like my trippy as fuck Boulder lucid dream I wont ever forget it partially because I’m writing it all down and posting it for posterity on social media which some people say is pretty much the same as forever.
Oh yeah, also I’m quite sure I will see my Daddy Lorry again. I imagine he is waiting and has my cowboy hat, gun belt, Lone Ranger mask and toy guns with him too. If anybody out there reads this and wants a “Cliff Notes from CaptCliff” type summary here it is: with the help of a black bear, a dream and a few other cherished people in my life (including Argentine) I finally learned a few simple things of vast importance other than how to write more succinctly. I figured out what my fat animal spirit bear represents and now that I think of it it’s much the same meaning behind the nursery rhyme “Row Row Row Your Boat” which is that we should all consciously remember to take a few deep breaths and go gently and merrily with the inevitable ebb and flow of our life while keeping in mind… it’s but a dream.
Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream
“Who Was That Masked Man” by Van Morrison (1974)
Oh ain’t it lonely
When you’re livin’ with a gun
Well you can’t slow down and you can’t turn ’round
And you can’t trust anyone
You just sit there like a butterfly
And you’re all encased in glass
You’re so fragile you just may break
And you don’t know who to ask
Oh ain’t it lonely
When you’re livin’ with a gun
Well you can’t slow down and you can’t turn ’round
And you can’t trust anyone
You just sit there like a butterfly
You’re well protected by the glass
You’re such a rare collector’s item
When they throw away what’s the trash
You can hang suspended from a star
Or wish on a toilet roll
You can just soak up the atmosphere
Like a fish inside a bowl
When the ghost comes round at midnight
Well you both can have some fun
He can drive you mad, he can make you sad
He can keep you from the sun
When they take him down, he’ll be both safe and sound
And the hand does fit the glove
And no matter what they tell you,
There’s good and evil in everyone