This is one of the most extraordinary books I have ever read. Each page invites its own kind of gnosis, its own kind of translucent dialing-in to the many menus of the self: social, psychological, spiritual. Feeling myself sweetly pulled into a succession of altered states, I also found myself reading it slowly and more slowly, seeping into colors, vistas, moments of existential confrontation and resolution. Deena Metzger, already an experienced psychotherapist, mythologist and genuine seeker after truth, by coaxing a wild girl out of a tree, goes on a shamanic quest, not just for knowledge, but for a new way of being. Experience confronts innocence, and finds it experienced in ways the "wise old woman" herself is innocent. She can only teach the girl through transparency, since the girl seems clairvoyant
The woman and the girl, Tecolote ("Owl Woman") and Azul ("Blue"), are strangers to begin with, but an invisible magnetism pulls them into a mutually gnostic enterprise. This involves indwelling the minds of animals (also plants and nature, places, and probably times, as the adventure seems to take place in kairos, sacred time, rather than chronos, clock time.) There is also mutual dreaming, and the curious act of walking or flying, through the others' dreamscape; sharing predicaments, running from the same dark nemesis: the "Hunter," or the predatory spirit of modern mankind (gender pronoun intended). In fact the shadow is never avoided in these pages, which gives it also a much greater access to the light, a more nuanced truthfulness--and ultimately an optimism about what it means to be alive.
Don't read this book unless you are prepared to add some new growth-rings beneath the bark.