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Again, the final lines reflect, as does the whole dream, the
part of Helen's mind that resisted Jesus' offer to enter his
world of abundance and peace, referred to in A Course in Miracles as the real world. To the end, Helen retained her right to
choose to remain exactly where she was, even though she was
clearly not happy.
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neither of us is going to get what we want. You won't turn on
the flame, and I won't go away."
"Maybe we can work things out," I say, hoping to resolve
this stalemate. "Look here,- l'll get another pot, and you can
stay in this one. Will that do?"
"Obviously not," says the hen, indignantly. "If you turn
the fire on under another pot, I would have to fly into that one.
You don't expect me merely to sit quietly in a cold pot, do you?
That wouldn't accomplish anything."
I am now reduced to desperation. "Please be reasonable," I
beg the hen. "I've had an awful lot of trouble in this kitchen.
The refrigerator broke, and we got a new one but that didn't
work either. The gas main or something broke, too, and there
was a big mess with the stove. Nothing has been working right
until the very minute when you came in. I'm starving to death,
and you won't let me cook my lunch. I don't think that's fair.
I'm willing to compromise, but I can't let you interfere with me
forever."
"It's sweet of you to think I'm giving you a choice," says
the hen, "but you really don't understand the situation. I have
to do this. It's my life work. It's inappropriate of you even to
think of eating at a time like this."
I look silently at the hen for a minute or two, and suddenly
jump back, startled by the brief gleam of unmistakable hatred
in her round black eyes. Her equanimity returns quickly, and
she smiles. Neither of us moves. It is a stalemate, and there is
no answer.
In a dream that appears to have occurred during the scribing of A Course in Miracles, since there is a written comment
on this dream by Bill in the fall of 1966, Helen expressed her
same conflict in a tale of an obnoxious yet obviously distraught
puppy. On her way to an important appointment, Helen is confronted by a seemingly lost and troubled little dog, who
nonetheless, in a manner not too dissimilar to the suicidal hen,
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difficult, after all. "Well, then," I say, "as long as you know
where your mother is, you're not really lost. Why don't you
just run across the street and find her?" ...
"No," says the puppy. "I wouldn't even consider it."
I remain grimly patient. " If that won't do, perhaps you'd
care to suggest something better?" I ask.
"Yes I would," answers the puppy. "I'd suggest you carry
me over.... If you're really in such a hurry you'd probably save
a lot of time by just picking me up and taking me over without
arguing about it so much," the puppy points out, reasonably.
"Just consider how much time you've wasted already." ...
"All right, I'll take you," I say, in despair. "Come on let's
get it over with." ...
I snatch up the puppy and carry him across the street and
into the pet shop. A plain-faced, elderly woman steps out of the
shadows in the rear of the shop and comes forward to meet me,
wiping her hands on her soiled, white apron. The puppy has
settled down comfortably in the bend of my elbow, and seems to
have fallen off to sleep. I dump him down on the floor in front
of the woman and say, "I think this dog belongs to you. I found
him .... "
"I know," says the woman, wearily. "You found him sitting
in the gutter and howling. So you brought him back.
Somebody always does."
"I must say you don't seem very glad to see him," I say,
beginning to feel rather sorry for the puppy. "He's very much
attached to you. Besides, he understands English quite well
and I suspect he's really very sensitive. You ought to be careful
what you say in front of him."
The woman sighs. "You don't have to live with him," she
says. "It's really dreadful. All he does all day long is howl.
He's the most awful nuisance."
"There's no question about that," I agree, heartily.
We both watch the puppy in silence. He is sitting
contentedly at the woman's feet, playing happily with her
shoe-laces. He looks like a perfectly ordinary puppy, and if he
does understand what we've been saying, he gives no sign of it.
"What will he do now?" I ask, after a while.
"Oh, he'll be quite satisfied for a time," the woman
answers, "and then the whole thing will start all over again.
He'll begin to get restless and unhappy and decide to go away,
and then he'll wind up in the gutter somewhere and howl until
somebody brings him back again. He just can't seem to make
up his mind. If you'd care to wait, you can see for yourself."
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"No, thank you," I say, making hastily for the door. "I'll
take your word for it."
This dream, too, reflects the two parts of Helen: the one
needing help desperately, yet stubbornly refusing to accept it
except under her own terms, while the other is totally capable
of choosing the Help that is always there. This inner conflict
was clearly represented in Helen's own experience, where she
was continually in the position of helping people whom she did
not particularly care for, and moreover, resented the experienced intrusion on her time and energy. Nonetheless, she
almost never refused anyone's call for help. Helen herself
commented on this characteristic in herself in her letters to
Bill which are presented in Chapter 6.
The Rabbit
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