Tumblig, falling, flying, soaring.... -- Dah'Li

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Date Posted: 17:06:08 08/28/01 Tue
Author: Dai-Ur'Son
Subject: Tumblig, falling, flying, soaring....

...into this world...into this life...into no life. This world, so close to all, yet so distant. This place, dwelling on the shallowest end of consciousness, yet when delved into becomes the deepest pool of psychology.

What are dreams but what we make of them? What is more real, the waking world or that of sleep...both are real at the moment of participation.

Knowledge...

What is it? What is existance? What is life? What is anything? All things are but extensions of themselves. All things are but an extension of our perception

It is the way of life and the universe...so much is based on perception... It is what it is.

Melted clocks...are not seen, they are felt. Colors that are heard long before ever seen. Impossible spectrums of unimaginable colors. A world with islands of land floating in a watercolored sky...there is nothing...there is everything....

Foundations are lacking, existance has crumbled. A step taken towards infinity becomes a step taken in unsurety.

W-what am I thinking?

The world spins. A funnel becomes a vortex, spinning into oblivion. Sunlike stars in their intensity burn out bleeding eyes, vomitting out onto the floor of nothingness. Hands once tactile reach futily to the upside-down heavens as they melt and dissolve into the remnants of an arm. Flesh devours flesh...there is no solidity....

Never forget where you stand, young one. For where you stand is where you are firm. Never forget your ground and never let your ground be chosen for you. For when the ground is chosen for you, you can never be sure of it.

The mind is the strongest when it is unleashed. The mind is the strongest when it�s strength is unfurled like a banner riding high in the mountain wind or a scroll of ancient runes held by the Son in the Stars. A breach opened somewhere in the cold held by a soldier of ancient days...old. A power, a word, spoken in might, a fortress, a stone stands in the night...

W-what have I done?

This is Manar your home...never forget it.

And as quickly as the world he had stepped into presented itself as a nightmarish compilation of too vivid imagery, it snapped into the form of his cherished home...Manar. Not a bird whistled, not a leaf stirred. Silence...nothing but silence...

Dai-Ur'Son doubled over and vomitted butterlies....silently flapping off into the non-breeze. Each trail of their wings leaving an imprint of colors. He could almost count their motions until they disappeared.

In the distance he could see the breach entering into this place. Very far, yet very near. He noted he was not seeing that breach with his eyes. With his eyes he was scanning the horizon. With his mind and heart he saw that bright rift into this realm, a torturous amount of energy being employed...or was it a projection of his own mind?

This is true magiks. He turned and walked onwards wondering if his body was an empty husk at home or if he were here bodily. There was no way to know...not yet...

Up ahead, he could see a fairy or some other sort of winged creature. He considered walking in that direction but was unsure. He considered seeking the breach but was still unsure...

Never forget where you stand, young one....

He began to walk towards the flying creature. It was very likely a figment of his own imagination...he already had a complete understanding of this place. It made sense in the way it worked especially with the years of the Elder�s indoctrination in the Way. After all, perception was only as good as the perceiver...after that the truth always changed.

He considered if his quest was already complete in that he had found a way to travel without truly leaving his home. The thought sounded hollow in his mind....resonating into nothingness. He knew it to be false. He would perceive his own truth...this much he knew.

He began to walk in the direction which he knew felt right. Figures of ephemeral mist would pass in and out of this Dream World. Some would scream madly, falling from the sky. Others would giggle as they played with some imagined lover...popping into existance only for a fraction of time. How would they react if they knew that for a moment in time they had entered a real dreamscape.

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