Карлос Кастанеда - Притча о двух котах - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

"My friend once found in the dryer of the laundry of two almost dead kittens. She took them home, went out, and over time the kittens grew up in two huge cats - black and red. Two years she sold her house. Since it was not possible to take the cats with her , but there were no new owners for them, there was the only thing left - to take them to a veterinarian so that they should be strewn there.

I helped her take cats to the hospital. Cats have never been in the car before, and she tried to calm them down. They scratched and bit, especially red, named Max. When we finally drove up to the hospital, she took a black cat in her arms and, without saying a word, got out of the car. The cat played with her, touching her with his paw slightly when she pushed the heavy front door.

I looked at Max. He sat in the back seat. My movement must have frightened him because he dived under the driver's seat. I threw back the seat because I did not want to climb after him, fearing that he was scratching my hands. The cat lay in the deepening of the floor of the car. He seemed very excited and breathed rapidly. He looked at me. Our eyes met, and some kind of anxiety, an unclear foreboding, or, perhaps, irritation, because I participate in such a matter, took possession of me.

I wanted to explain to Max that this was a decision of my friend, and I only help her. The cat continued to look at me, as if understanding my words.

I looked if she was going. Through the glass door, I saw her talking to the receiver. My body felt a strange push, and I automatically opened the door.

- Run, Max, run! I said to the cat. He jumped out of the car and rushed across the street, laying above the ground, like a real wild cat. The opposite side of the street was empty. The cars did not stand there, and I saw Max running along the street along the sidewalk. He ran to the corner of the boulevard, and then ducked into the sewer hatch.

My friend returned. I told her that Max ran away. She got into the car, and we left without saying a word.

In the following months, this incident has become a symbol for me. I saw, or maybe imagined, a desperate shine in Max's eyes when he looked at me before jumping out of the car. And I believed that for a moment this castrated, overfed and useless animal animal became a real cat.

I am convinced, I told Don Juan that Max ran through the street and ducked into the sewer hatch when his “cat spirit” was impeccable, and perhaps there was no other time in his life when his “feline” was so obvious. This case made an indelible impression on me.

I told this story to all my friends, and more and more pleasure gave me the identification of myself with this cat.

I considered myself similar to Max, overly spoiled, domesticated by all possible ways, and yet I hoped that one day the human spirit could master my whole being just like the spirit of "cat's" took possession of Max's infuriated and useless body.

Don Huan liked the story, and he made several comments on this score. He said that the human spirit at times takes possession of each of us, but only a warrior can hold it.

- So what about the story with cats? I asked.

“You seem to believe that you can use your chance, as Max did?”

- Yes, I hope.

“I tried to tell you that the warrior does not just believe that he should believe.” For example, in the case of Max, you must believe that his escape was not a useless impulse. Yes, he could dive into the sewer hatch and die. He could drown or die of hunger, or rats could eat him. The warrior takes into account all these opportunities, and then chooses the one that corresponds to his internal predisposition.

As a warrior, you must believe that Max did it - that is, that he not only fled, but also retained his strength. You must believe in it. Let's just say, without this faith you have nothing. "

"Tales of the Force"