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BLESS MY PHOBIA

Dreamed 1992/8/15 by Chris Wayan

Eve and her golden cat, with Golden Gate Bridge looming behind; silkpainting of a dream by Wayan. Click to enlarge.


I dreamed Marin County was Eden. Well, I know they think so now, but this time around, it really was. God was trying again. New Adam, new Eve.

I was Eve's guardian angel, assigned to keep her from falling. This time.

She was supposed to marry Mr. Right, but there was a problem. Eve had fallen already. Eve had fallen in love. Eve had fallen in love with a talking tiger.

I couldn't just bless them and let them move to San Francisco--God was counting on me. So I tried to scold Eve, and forbid her bestiality as against God's will.

But whenever I did, I was stopped cold by an overwhelming fear... of falling off the Golden Gate Bridge!

And I wasn't even ON it.

A senseless fear? Well, it worked. Phobia saved me. Phobia's MY guardian angel. Phobia crippled me and shut me up, so Eve could marry who she loved--her golden talking cat.

AWAKE

Since then, I've been noticing... my "irrational" fears often come at curiously rational times--when I need an emergency brake! The subject of the phobia seems arbitrary (and I suspect that's often true for others too--maybe for you). What matters is, what does your phobia stop you from doing?

Because maybe you need stopping. My Adam agenda was well-meaning, and backed by God himself. But Eve's perverse, insane desire had an ally stronger than God. Love.

So. While you're fighting your fears with Prozac or positive thinking or brute-force discipline... why not pause for a breath? Ask yourself if your phobia might secretly be shielding some mad, impossible heart's desire. If maybe you, too, should... bless your phobia.

THE DREAM-ART

It's a silk banner, 48" x 20". I sketched white lines on it with a small bottle of wax resist, let it dry out, then dampened the silk and painted dye on it. The dye spread like watercolor, but stopped at lines. Lettering and fine detail are hard, but the colors are translucent and luminous as a stained-glass window. Wonderful stuff, silk. Soft as dreams. And as strong.



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