In Between Worlds

"How wonderful it is that I have gone through all this darkness!" She shouted. "The light looks so much brighter in here." She has climbed all night, year and winter to reach this place just to look back into the dark depths she came from. Just sitting and staring on the edge of the pit, paralyzed. Love Intuition Moratorium Boring Observations It was not long till she realized the light behind her had refracted all her frustrated energy on the surface of the cold slippery walls altering them rapidly. Where there was nothing but a blank stone now was a surface inhabited by miraculously communicating vines, growing aside with nourishing soil of moss and possibility, an enormous breathing fabric made of little petals of her pulsating brain flower glistening through the water drops, listening to her thoughts as if they were somehow connected to her neural networks via osmosis. "When I was in the light I did not see all this. I was too distracted. Or maybe...

I am good at building walls before my realistic goals. Calling them dreams generally has made them mystical enough for me to think I have to learn some kind of magical powers before I can enter them. Imagine going to a vaguely interesting show, may it be a play of an average story, a film of a genre you do not particularly like or a mediocre stand-up comedy or a mundane job of self-repeating tasks with an plausible salary and become satisfied only because everyone else approves your intention. What are the inner movements that effect the quality of our experiences? Am I trying to balance my sensation of experiences by trusting too much in the external forces? How would you rather be measured outside? Outcome: we either settle for average and what might seem safe and lose ourself in the process OR  get sick and start reaching out for greater things and learn to be persistent on demanding what we really deserve as an act of healing. All these attributes we gain in the long run o...