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see the ground, but only the light on their wings,
Coyote had a high, singing voice like several voices at once. She said, "Do you want to go on from
here?"
I said, "I was going to go to the Sun."
"Go ahead. This is all my country." Coyote said that and then came past me on the wind, trotting on
four legs as a coyote with her pups. I was standing alone on the wind there. So I went on ahead.
My steps on the wind were long and slow, like the Rainbow Dancers' steps. At each step the world
below me looked different. At one step it was light; at the next one, dark. At the next step it was smoky;
at the next, clear. At the next long step, black and gray clouds of ash or dust hid everything; and at the
next, I saw a desert of sand with nothing growing or moving at all. I took a step, and everything on the
surface of the world was one single town, roofs and ways with people swarming in them like the
swarming in pond water under a lens. I took another step and saw the bottoms of the oceans laid dry, the
lava slowly welling from long center seams, and huge desolate canyons far down in the shadow of the
walls of the continents, like ditches below the walls of a barn. The next step I took, long and slow on the
wind, I saw the surface of the world - blank, smooth, and pale, like the face of a baby I once saw that was
born without forebrain or eyes. I took one more step and the hawk met me in the sunlight, in the quiet air,
over the southwest slope of Grandmother Mountain.
It had been raining, and clouds were still dark in the northwest. The rain shone on the leaves of the
forests in the canyons of the mountainside.
Of the vision given me in the Ninth House, I can tell some parts in writing, and some I can sing with
the drum, but for most of it, I have not found words or music, though I have spent a good part of my life
ever since learning how to look for them. I cannot draw what I saw, as my hand has no gift for making a
likeness.
One reason it would be better drawn and is hard to tell is that there is no person in it. To tell a story,
you say, "I did this" or "She saw that." When there is no I nor she, there is no story. I was, until I got to
the Ninth House; there was the hawk, but I was not. The hawk was; the still air was. Seeing with the
hawk's eyes is being without self. Self is mortal. That is the House of Eternity.
So of what the hawk's eyes saw, all I can here recall to words is this:
It was the universe of power. It was the network, field, and lines of the energies of all the beings,
stars, and galaxies of stars, worlds, animals, minds, nerves, dust, the lace and foam of vibration that is
being itself, all interconnected, every part part of another part, and the whole part of each part, and so

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comprehensible to itself only as a whole, boundless and unclosed.
At the Exchange it is taught that the electrical mental network of the City extends from all over the
surface of the world out past the moon and the other planets to unimaginable distances among the stars:
In the vision all that vast web was one momentary glitter of light on one wave on the ocean of the
universe of power, one fleck of dust on one grass seed in unending fields of grass. The images of the
light dancing on the waves of the sea or on dust motes, the glitter of light on ripe grass, the flicker of
sparks from a fire, are all I have: No image can contain the vision, which contained all images. Music can
mirror it better than words can, but I am no poet to make music of words. Foam and the scintillation of
mica in rock, the flicker and sparkle of waves and dust, the working of the great broadcloth looms, and
all dancing have reflected the hawk's vision for a moment to my mind; and indeed everything would do
so, if my mind were clear and strong enough. But no mind or mirror can hold it without breaking.
There was a descent or drawing away, and I saw some things that I can describe. Here is one of them:
In this lesser place or plane, which was what might be called the gods or the divine, beings enacted
possibilities. These I, being human, recall as having human form. One of them came and shaped the
vibrations of energies, closing their paths from gyre into wheel. This one was very strong and was