"Sarah A. Hoyt - Crawling Between Heaven and Earth" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hoyt Sarah A)

Every year, when I catch the flu, I lose about two weeks of work to sitting in a truly enormous
arm chair in my office and reading whatever is within easy reach. A victim of laziness and viruses,
I haveтАФliterally found myself reading nineteenth century biology school books rather than getting
up and finding more congenial reading material in my bookshelves. My friends and family are
onto me. If they find a book they want me to read, they'll set it by my chair when I get sick. I think
my friend who left the biography of Elvis Presley by my chair didn't do it on purpose. However, I
still read it. And, since the quasi deification of Elvis Presley has always fascinated me, this story
emerged.




"It's whom I'm dreamed that remains eternal. It's him whom I shall return."


Fernando Pessoa




Mid afternoon in Eternal Life, the only New Age Store in Lythia Springs, Colorado, tended to be quiet.


We were through with the lunch-time rush of power-vegetarian-executives and not yet up to the
late-afternoon rush of college students in search of books on the Hermetic Order Of the Golden Dawn or
those convenient Ouija board kits.


I'd taken my sandals off, grabbed a rice-cream popsicle from the freezer at the back of the store and sat
down in the window seat behind the magical-crystal-jewelry counter, with my knees drawn up and the
long skirt of my Indian print dress demurely drawn down to hide all but my toes.


My eyes half closed, I heard the rumbling talk coming from the book section.
 "Archetypes can come alive. You really must read this book, it takes the thesis of the Golden Bough one
step further. You know, the one about the divinization of dead chieftains. It maintains that not only did
humanity worship these . . .beings, but that they were actually called into existence by this worship and
assumed, not the flawed mortal envelopes in which they had truly existed, but perfect archetypes."


A male voice. Probably a college professor, I thought, from the boring, slow, "I'm going to impart this
knowledge whether you want it or not" tone. My first husband had been a college professor. I made a
face at the memory.


"Oh, you mean they would take the form expected of them, like John Keel claims happens with UFOs
and men in black and fairies . . ." A young woman's voice. Buttering the guy up for the kill? Trust me,
honey, not worth it.