The Story Behind The Boatman
The Boatman came from something I experienced. I found myself on an old wooden boat, larger and rough-hewn, crossing a river that was anything but calm. There were other people on the boat with me, but they couldn't see me. They weren't ignoring me or simply looking past me. It was as though I wasn't visible to them at all. The boatman was different. He could see me, and the way I understand it now, he was taking me across deliberately even though he knew he wasn't supposed to.
On the other side was a campground. Fires were burning while people rested nearby, and others moved along roads that continued farther into the distance. No one seemed frightened or distressed. They simply seemed like travelers who had arrived somewhere along the way, resting before whatever came next. I don't know whether the campground itself was a destination, a stopping place, or somewhere people waited before continuing on, but I knew I wasn't supposed to keep following them.
The farther I went, the clearer that became. The boatman warned me then, not while we were crossing and not before I stepped off the boat, but after I was already there and had continued farther in. Whatever his reason had been for taking me across, he knew what could happen if I went too far.
What happened when I was sent back was the terrifying part. The crossing hadn't frightened me, the campground hadn't frightened me, and neither had the people there. Being sent back was completely different. The presence that stopped me was the most powerful and terrifying thing I have ever encountered, and there was nothing uncertain about the message: You are not supposed to be here. What followed was overwhelming, and when I came to, I was literally gasping for air.
That experience became The Boatman. I don't think the song needs to explain exactly what the crossing was, where those roads led, or why the Boatman took her there in the first place. Those are the questions that make the story interesting.
What I keep coming back to is that he knew she didn't belong there, and he took her across anyway.
Denise
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