I've only invited a few here, but all are welcome.
Just go ahead and feel free to suspend disbelief any time you come here. It's easier that way. Come with no expectations, I have none of you - and anyway, Magic only works when you at least, kind of, believe in it. Or at least, you don't NOT believe in it. ;) (sparkle emoji)
This all started because, sometimes, especially in times of struggle, we need to speak to our heroes. Only, it's not necessarily them we are speaking to.
We speak to the part of ourselves that connects with that hero and is heroic in itself.
Sometimes WE are what we're longing for.
A space to speak with ourselves.
To understand all of the reflecting and projecting that happens in us to try and figure out who we are or even "what" we are.
It's our search for meaning and belonging that drives us, often in an otherwise senseless world.
We seek to find the stories, create the stories, share the stories.
We want to understand.
By needing it, we also create it. In that creative act, we can even become it.
Sometimes we want to look the great mysteries of life directly in the eye.
Examine them.
In lucid dreams, I've often understood that I was inside a space of my own construction, and one of the first things I did was examine the construction. How close was it to "real"?
Were there dust particles on objects as there might be in "real" life? How well did I do in recreating what I'd see when awake?
I spoke to the people the dreams, let them know they were in my dream.
So strange, so bizarre, but not unlike how certain aspects of life can feel - as in, there are all these things externally, but how we interpret and interact with them is almost more determinant of our experience of those things - no matter what their "real" qualities are.
The story of blind men describing different aspects of an elephant comes to mind.
This comes up because for some of us, its not just a search for meaning and belonging; it's a search for truth, for significance and for purpose. I'm here to explore that out loud, so anyone else can interact with what I find if they find it useful. <3
~'Midnight - is where the day begins'~
...'She wore lemon
To color in the cold grey night
She had heaven
And she held on so tight
A man makes a picture
A moving picture
Through the light projected
He can see himself up close
A man captures color
A man likes to stare
He turns his money into light to look for her
A man builds a city
With banks and cathedrals
A man melts the sand so he can
See the world outside
A man makes a car
(She's your destination)
And builds roads to run them on
A man dreams of leaving
But he always stays behind
And these are the days
When our work has come asunder
And these are the days
When we look for something other
~
She is the dreamer
She's imagination
Through the light projected
He can see himself up close'
~U2, Lemon