To be We Imagine.
We are being pained by expectations. Psychology of being is a habitual grudge. As being a hobbyist doesn’t give us purposeful delivery, neither does being a perfectionist let us enjoy the satisfaction of accomplishment. It is being grateful for every breath, it is being hungry for every breath, yet who is it that breathes when we dream? We lose the perception. Us being aware creates an illusion of sensation — the illusion of being real. But who claimed that dreams are less real than the physical displacement of our surroundings? We read dystopian novels in order to entertain our minds. We follow the gurus in order to become a better version of ourselves. We go to the extremes in search of the new. In order to expand the middle. The choice of our making is what shapes us. When never transforms into ever.
The thought is the creation. The thought is power. The ability to think is our fuel-driving-force. Our ‘field’ world to imagine the possibilities. The irony is — we are not weaponized in the right manner. So often we are limited to banal consumption. As we shift our skills to a conventional mind it becomes ruthless to ask for more. More thoughts? Cliché matter is — it is not the quantity. It is the quality. It is the metaphorical material out of which the thought is brought up. What does it mean to achieve the worthy cloud in the mind? Considering that much of our existence we are being victims of our active brain, we ought to become friends with it rather than calling it an enemy.
Being told to live by the book, we are scrutinized for pursuing the dream calling. How dare we step above the crowd. How dare we imagine the beautiful scene. How dare we idealize love. It is a tsunami-gravitational ruling stream that keeps us in its tied-up borders.
We arrive at the brutal conclusion & inability to ponder, that thought itself carries endlessness. By its design — thought does not have a limit. As much as a dream comes to us without our permission, we can ask our thought to give us abilities that are out of our bounded field.
To a stingy mind — thought is not allowed to transform into matter. There is this word we use. Manifestation. In-depth, what does it mean? Does it not imply hope for a better future to come? Yes, even if we put our pure loving heart into it & imagine it to be in this moment (right here) — right now — we open our eyes only to once again be here. We see what we see vs. we see what we imagine. Where on Earth are we limiting ourselves? Where does the idea come from that thought is less real than the tangible physical object? The two are mistakenly being so strictly separated. Does it come down to the will of believing? Will of investing. Will of seeing. Will of being.
A grounded thought of going for a run asks for an executive step. We accomplish the thought, in other words, we go for a run. Why is it that jumping into the Atlantic Ocean from our porch comes to be an unachievable mirage? Which particle of our perception is limiting us? That delusion of our image not being physically present is what deceives us from having the experience.
What if. What if we start with a question. What if we start with the denial of what we are being told. What if we stop listening to the numbers & simply go inside. To wonder. Here & there are the same. Thought and matter are the same. If time is not a part of the equation. If space is not a part of the equation. We leave the expectations of our physical sensations behind. Subsequently, obstructiveness and duty to deliver are what we leave behind. We are captive. We keep ourselves captive. Verbally or un — we are told on a regular basis to maintain our cool and function accordingly. Loud voices of scientific terms & religious beliefs are the elements we choose to follow & by the majority call true.
Unless we abandon. And begin to spend more time in the thought, doesn’t the image start to feel more real than the physical? Many will call us escapists. As the inability to relate is what actually drives them mad. Their words are arriving from the poised well that pressures us not to bring our head above the water but bury it deeper in the sand. By the end of the day, it is solely up to an individual. Not to sweep the potential under our feet. To jump into the freefall. All we have to do is drop the obligation of being here. We break through the roof as others join the party of dreamy liberation.
It comes to the turn. Revolt or settle. The overgrown number of the latter is what drove us to mass degradation, and extinction of evolutionary progress. Furthermore, we have stopped distinguishing. Imagination is our catharsis for freedom. Death of curiosity is the death of our kind.
Spinning the wheel — we are in need of a creative childish spark to be reborn. Become awakened from the lie takes courage, meanwhile challenge becomes our love-pursuit. What is the lie? It is formless. The dream that is as real as this in our hands.
More and more we turn to & reach to the ancient wisdom for their untraditional guidance. More & more we turn to history for answers. Yes, nations & tribes possess a variety of truths. Yes, history repeats itself over the span of its civilization, as we remain to be its evolving piece. The common ground of past knowledge is what becomes our Meca to live by. As occupants of this majestic planet, we are being asked to do nothing for the merge to take its course. The mystery of us being here will never dissolve. The answer will never reoccur. Such one does not exist. Leaping into the gone we gain & expend in what is coming our way. A sort of future‘s Bootcamp.
Children as we are engrained by nature to be. We hold the dream of feverish soaring. Coming back to our uncircumcised world is our destined heaven on Earth.
