Post by Melifeather on Feb 13, 2016 21:12:37 GMT
The Connection Between Warging and Opening the Third Eye
While discussing the third eye on another forum, it dawned on me that skinchanging appears to be linked to the opening of the Third Eye. The Stark kids have opened this third eye in their sleep not realizing that it was more than just a "wolf-dream", but Bran's third eye opened while in the crypts and he also realized that he can open it with his other two eyes still open.
“Is it day or night up there?” Osha wondered. “I’ve lost all count o’ such.”
“Day,” Bran told her, “but it’s dark from all the smoke.”
“M’lord is certain?”
Never moving his broken body, he reached out all the same,and for an instant he was seeing double. There stood Osha holding the torch, and Meera and Jojen and Hodor, and the double row of tall granite pillars and long dead lords behind them stretching away into darkness . . . but there was Winterfell as well, grey with drifting smoke, the massive oak-and-iron gates charred and askew, the drawbridge down in a tangle of broken chains and missing planks. Bodies floated in the moat, islands for the crows.
We also came upon some passages that show a conflict between wolf-Bran and greenseer-Bran. Wolf-Bran doesn't like the dark while greenseer-Bran does. Wolf-Bran's thoughts are being influenced by Summer, so it would appear as if Summer does not like the darkness. Does this connect Summer to ice or fire? Both ice and fire can create darkness and shadows, but in slightly different ways. Also, if we examine the passages carefully it seems to suggest that there is a connection between opening the Third Eye and warging. Here are the passages to start the discussion:
Here in the chill damp darkness of the tomb his third eye had finally opened. He could reach Summer whenever he wanted, and once he had even touched Ghost and talked to Jon. Though maybe he had only dreamed that. He could not understand why Jojen was always trying to pull him back now. Bran used the strength of his arms to squirm to a sitting position. "I have to tell Osha what I saw. Is she here? Where did she go?"
The dark place was pulling at him by then, the house of whispers where all men were blind. He could feel its cold fingers on him. The stony smell of it was a whisper up the nose. He struggled against the pull. He did not like the darkness. He was wolf. He was hunter and stalker and slayer, and he belonged with his brothers and sisters in the deep woods, running free beneath a starry sky. He sat on his haunches, raised his head, and howled. I will not go, he cried. I am wolf, I will not go. Yet even so the darkness thickened, until it covered his eyes and filled his nose and stopped his ears, so he could not see or smell or hear or run, and the grey cliffs were gone and the dead horse was gone and his brother was gone and all was black and still and black and cold and black and dead and black . . .
"A weirwood.
It seemed to sprout from solid rock, its pale roots twisting up from a myriad of fissures and hairline cracks. The tree was slender compared to other weirdwoods he had seen, no more than a sapling, yet it was growing as he watched, its limbs thickening as they reached for the sky. Wary, he circled the smooth white trunk until he came to the face. Red eyes looked at him. Fierce eyes they were, yet glad to see him. The weirdwood had his brother's face. Had his brother always had three eyes?
Not always, came the silent shout. Not before the crow.
He sniffed at the bark, smelled wolf and tree and boy, but behind that there were other scents, the rich brown smell of warm earth and the hard grey smell of stone and something else, something terrible. Death, he knew. He was smelling death. He cringed back, his hair bristling, and bared his fangs."
- ACOK, Jon
Don't be afraid, I like it in the dark. No one can see you, but you can see them. But first you have to open your eyes. (ACoK - Jon VII)
Thoughts?
While discussing the third eye on another forum, it dawned on me that skinchanging appears to be linked to the opening of the Third Eye. The Stark kids have opened this third eye in their sleep not realizing that it was more than just a "wolf-dream", but Bran's third eye opened while in the crypts and he also realized that he can open it with his other two eyes still open.
“Is it day or night up there?” Osha wondered. “I’ve lost all count o’ such.”
“Day,” Bran told her, “but it’s dark from all the smoke.”
“M’lord is certain?”
Never moving his broken body, he reached out all the same,and for an instant he was seeing double. There stood Osha holding the torch, and Meera and Jojen and Hodor, and the double row of tall granite pillars and long dead lords behind them stretching away into darkness . . . but there was Winterfell as well, grey with drifting smoke, the massive oak-and-iron gates charred and askew, the drawbridge down in a tangle of broken chains and missing planks. Bodies floated in the moat, islands for the crows.
We also came upon some passages that show a conflict between wolf-Bran and greenseer-Bran. Wolf-Bran doesn't like the dark while greenseer-Bran does. Wolf-Bran's thoughts are being influenced by Summer, so it would appear as if Summer does not like the darkness. Does this connect Summer to ice or fire? Both ice and fire can create darkness and shadows, but in slightly different ways. Also, if we examine the passages carefully it seems to suggest that there is a connection between opening the Third Eye and warging. Here are the passages to start the discussion:
Here in the chill damp darkness of the tomb his third eye had finally opened. He could reach Summer whenever he wanted, and once he had even touched Ghost and talked to Jon. Though maybe he had only dreamed that. He could not understand why Jojen was always trying to pull him back now. Bran used the strength of his arms to squirm to a sitting position. "I have to tell Osha what I saw. Is she here? Where did she go?"
The dark place was pulling at him by then, the house of whispers where all men were blind. He could feel its cold fingers on him. The stony smell of it was a whisper up the nose. He struggled against the pull. He did not like the darkness. He was wolf. He was hunter and stalker and slayer, and he belonged with his brothers and sisters in the deep woods, running free beneath a starry sky. He sat on his haunches, raised his head, and howled. I will not go, he cried. I am wolf, I will not go. Yet even so the darkness thickened, until it covered his eyes and filled his nose and stopped his ears, so he could not see or smell or hear or run, and the grey cliffs were gone and the dead horse was gone and his brother was gone and all was black and still and black and cold and black and dead and black . . .
"A weirwood.
It seemed to sprout from solid rock, its pale roots twisting up from a myriad of fissures and hairline cracks. The tree was slender compared to other weirdwoods he had seen, no more than a sapling, yet it was growing as he watched, its limbs thickening as they reached for the sky. Wary, he circled the smooth white trunk until he came to the face. Red eyes looked at him. Fierce eyes they were, yet glad to see him. The weirdwood had his brother's face. Had his brother always had three eyes?
Not always, came the silent shout. Not before the crow.
He sniffed at the bark, smelled wolf and tree and boy, but behind that there were other scents, the rich brown smell of warm earth and the hard grey smell of stone and something else, something terrible. Death, he knew. He was smelling death. He cringed back, his hair bristling, and bared his fangs."
- ACOK, Jon
Don't be afraid, I like it in the dark. No one can see you, but you can see them. But first you have to open your eyes. (ACoK - Jon VII)
Thoughts?
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