Clarity

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Its only been a few weeks since I re-discovered my love for the water.  I should have understood this fact from the beginning as I’ve lived near the water at the highest points in my life.  However, life often blinds us to the simple things that enrich our lives.

I have spent so much time on my friend’s boat this summer, that I can feel the gentle rocking of the river even when I am lying still on my couch.  It’s an exhilarating experience when you first step onto the boat, feeling how small you are compared to the might of the James river.  You can feel the boat responding subtly to your movement as you shift from port to starboard.    And the smell of the water overwhelms your mind with a melange of fragrances, carried on gentle breezes in heat and in cold.

I do love the excitement of fishing, especially for catfish.  It has nothing at all to do with the need to forage for food.  It is much more than that.  When you are pulling in the fish, you have to be the fish for that span of time between hooking and landing.  For that short time, you have to be one with the fish, understanding how you would try to escape what you feel to be an inevitable end your existence.  You can sense the primal fear that is coursing through its veins as you try to coax it to the surface.  But, the fish is not wise enough to know who I am, or understand that I simply wish to catch it and release it back — and create an adventure for another day.

Friday, I was fishing and I landed a four pound catfish — miniscule compared the river monsters that lurk in the depths of the channel I fish.  That fish found me with the vigor or any human — rolling over, thrashing, trying to wrap my line around a pier.  It breached the surface three times in my twenty-minute struggle — that deep blue and white indicative of the species — teasing me with each laborious moment.  And, when I finally landed it, we saw eye to eye.  The fish acquiesced to the fact that I had bested it.  However, what was absent in its vacant black eyes was the understanding that I merely meant for us to compete.  I wasn’t interested in keeping it — though I do love the taste of catfish —  I can’t bear to take life.  It does not seem fair for me to decide such things — as with many aspects of my life.  I cannot be the judge or executioner because I do not have all the data that explains the full breadth of my action.

Fish are a lot like people.  They live, they breed, they feed and the die.  It is the fundamental aspect of being an organic creature in our wonderful but strange world.  What I like about the catfish is that they are extremely intelligent, and engaging them in a fight is truly satisfying, like playing chess with an unknown opponent.  But make no mistake on the level if their intelligence.  They will outwit you in a heart beat if you are not careful.

We often catch people in our lines.  You toss out your line into the water or into the world, and you do no know what will come up.  That’s the beauty of our world in all aspects.  I have often found that we are constantly casting our lines out into the world — to find friends, lovers or like-minded individuals. It is all done blindly because we cannot know what our line will catch.  It may be what we are looking for, but it may be something completely different.  What’s more, is it may be something more amazing than what we had originally intended to catch or do battle with.

I throw my line out with no expectations of what I will or will not catch.  I’ve learned that the moment I try to target something specific, it seldom yields the I wanted.  Now, I’ve learned that the universe will give you what you need, when you need it.  It is the learning to listen that becomes the challenge.

I spent my weekend with amazing people, living in each individual moment, trying to improve who I am.  Everyone in your life — the ones that contribute something positive (not necessarily intellectually) — brings something useful and enriching to your existence.  You many not immediately understand the connection, or even the purpose, but if you look at the serendipity of those you have met, you will find that you are being guided.  This is not so say its someone controlling you.  This is to say that your impact on the universe is recognized, and you just have to learn to listen to those prompts.

After 43 years, I am only beginning to understand the music of our universe.  But, I will say that I have learned when to listen and when not to listen, because there is a fair amount of noise.

I wrote this post from a partially selfish perspective.  I wanted to record this weekend, for future reference, but I also wanted to impart to you — my friends — that life can truly be magnificent.   We simply need to see it for what it is — moment to moment.

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The Apollyon Letter

WhiteMaskedFigureI initially received  this photo via email.  It had gone to spam, since the address seemed a bit dodgy, and over the top in its attempt to scare me into clicking the photo — awarningtoall@gmail.com.  Since there was no message, I simply deleted it, figuring it was some sort of mal-ware despite its unnerving appearance.  However, a few days later, I received it again and it contained the following message:

Your world is distorted and spiraling ever further into chaos. This is by your design. You have failed to understand the purpose of your existence, and it is not for me to explain. It was your responsibility to evolve into something more than an all-consuming swarm of self-absorbed locusts. That is at an end now. I have worked silently, detected, yet unknown, hidden in plain sight and murdering benevolently. I gain no solace from my work, nevertheless, I must continue before you commit suicide, collectively and completely.

Before I continue with this first letter – the first of many to come – I want you to be clear on a few simple points. There is no point in trying to ascertain my identity or find me in any way. You will waste your time, because you cannot find me with the limited capabilities of your feeble minds. In addition, those of you who are unfortunate enough to be on my list, you cannot hide from me. You make my work easy through your insipid need to be noticed – tweeting, status updates, checking in, photos, blogging, and “selfies”. I can pluck you off the streets or out of your bed in the dead of night and there is no stopping me. My experience is vast in the art of observation and extermination. My purpose is very clear and I have no doubts about my mission. Doubt is a human characteristic. I am more than human. I know you because I began just as you do, wandering listlessly through existence without the faintest of ideas on purpose. Knowledge comes through experience, trial and error. Now, I can see things you are unable to see. I can see things you don’t want others to see – things you don’t want me to see.

You think your darkest deeds, secrets and wishes stay hidden within the thin space between your ears, yet it is recorded on the fabric of space and time for all eternity. Once something is known, it cannot be unknown. This is a fundamental law of the universe, just as I now embody one of its laws – all things must die. I can see the thoughts on the record of the cosmos, then follow the trail of putrid breadcrumbs that lead to those who most deserve punishment. The only law constraining me is that my punishment must be equal to the deed for which I will punish you. I am not the cruel one, I merely a product of your actions. Since the dawn of humanity, I have been among you. I chose to reveal myself now because your world is ending. Many will die, and not just by my hands. I watch your news and see that you are quite astute in the art of killing. The pity is that you kill at all. The evil ones kill on a whim as by-standers look on like soulless zombies, recording the atrocious acts on their electronic devices, for the same selfish reasons you do anything else in your empty lives – to attain a fleeting moment of notoriety on the internet or the evening news. This is the very reason your world will end, more rapidly than you can imagine. I have written this in the hopes that perhaps knowing these facts will change your ways, though I remain skeptical.

People from every aspect of your failed society litter my list, which I prioritized by the severity your immoral acts. Crimes against the pure and innocent I deal with swiftly and innocuously. I used to empathize with your race, but that has left me now – all that is left is pity. The more I observe, the more I find that single smudge of black floating in your soul, a scar of the deed you committed against another. These shards of darkness sing to me across time and space. Eventually, I will come for you unless you find a way to expunge it from your being, and make an act of true contrition. However, I must warn you that the only god that can save you is the god within yourself, which you refuse to see. You look to the heavens with empty eyes and hearts, begging for forgiveness from an entity who has long since ignored your disingenuous atonement. From this lack of hope, I am born.

There is no heaven or hell. Life is a cycle of birth, death and rebirth. When the end does come, some will survive to rebuild. It will be their responsibility to learn from your mistakes, and perhaps I will slumber once more — but humanity has not allowed me to do so in a very long time. There are those among you who ensure that I have a constant supply of letches to eradicate from this world. You stray from the simple path easily, and you willingly destroy yourselves every moment of the day. You have unwittingly created the weapon of your mass destruction, and you are too blind to see it, even as you read this with skepticism and contempt in your heart. Your arrogance, your technology and your belief systems have brought us to this brief moment in the history of existence where the world will face its ultimate demise.

Why do I continue my work if the world is truly ending? The answer is very simple, even for you. I will pave the way for those who have remained true to themselves and realize their purpose. There are fewer and fewer of you left. You allow the licentiousness, debauchery and narcissism of others to dirty your souls, and only you can purge this from your being.

Those of you who have received or read this missive are targets for my list. As I said, I do have pity, for those who deserve it. It is through these series of letters that I will assist you in cleansing the darkness from the depths of your heart.  You can begin by looking into the mirror. Stare into your eyes and see your soul as I see it. There, the deed will reveal itself, if you truly wish to see it – however, most of you will dismiss this. Once you stare into the darkness in your soul, you will see me staring back at you. It is at that moment that either your mind will accept this and make amends or you will punish yourself by retreating into the waiting arms of madness, imprisoned within your mind.

Spread this message, or do not. My job will continue. Now that you know I exist, you may think twice before evoking further maliciousness against others. If you do not, you should not be surprised when a stranger approaches you from the shadows to force your atonement, and witness the cruelty of which I am capable.

Apollyon

Has anyone else received this email? Seems like some sort of creepypasta to me. I haven’t emailed the person back because it could just be some marketing scheme, or a nutjob looking to find someone to mess with. But, if you have received it, please put a comment below.

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Lift Me Back Up To The Sun

sun-e1267491079993Greetings, Dreamers!

There is code embedded in our genes. Much of this is governed by mathematical constants, ratios and equations.  Why?

We do not know.

The beauty of our sun is irrefutable–a star adrift amongst a multitude of other kindred stars, a family so impossibly large one cannot be special.  The family is called the Main Sequence.  And we have found, spiraling around these other kindred stars, there are alien planets, strange and beautiful in their own right.  One can look at any planet, either within or beyond our Solar Family, and find beauty in it, something wonderful.

One of my favorite books, and one of the first I ever read, is The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury — the Martian genocide.  The allegory was immediately apparent to me, but, as I grow older, I find new rabbit holes to explore philosophically each time I read it.  I have always been fascinated with ancient cultures, even fictitious ones.  The strange, yet alluring, appeal to the Martian culture, for me, was its foundation in humility.  History does not make a philosophy real — meaningful thoughts create the future of any philosophy.  All we need do is not repeat the mistakes of the past, and history becomes irrelevant.  The Martians as Bradbury created them were beautiful and admirable.

With spring here, we are often reminded of the beauty that exists in and beyond our world — despite the chaos and discontent depicted on the nightly news.  Winter brings isolation, hibernation and introspection as we huddle beneath quilts, blankets and layers of clothes.  Spring unleashes our creativity, with the palette of color splashed over our gardens, forests and parks.  We take up our shovels and rakes to restore our yards to what we had before the cruel winter stripped it all away, leaving its mark as if to remind us that it will come again.

Now, you are probably wondering why I am mentioning all this. Why mention the Martians, beauty and our sun?  The answer is as simple as the answer to the purpose of life.  Life’s only purpose is the pure enjoyment of being.

There is a great deal of turmoil in our world, and it does not seem that there is an end in sight.  It is not isolated to one region, people or country.  It is a systemic problem that we continue to ignore.  The Martian Chronicles is a quintessential lesson on how we as humans trod clumsily through our existence, scarcely aware of the problems we cause because we have not reached a deeper understanding of the nature of the universe or ourselves.

Life is a waking dream — we can mold it, enjoy it, and improve it– but first we must recognize we have the power within us.  The purpose of my series The Waking Dream, is not only to entertain my readers, but also to plant that seed of suspended disbelief.  Once we start to collectively understand that things can be better, we will crave for them to be better.  This requires that we all get involved.  And this has been my steadfast message.

For me, the Waking Dream is to create a culture much like the Bradbury’s Martians.  A life full of philosophical discussion, creating beautiful things, and embracing the harmony that comes from a collective understanding, and engineering, of our reality.  The easiest way to begin is to look skyward to the real master of our world, the Sun.  Without its nurturing warmth, and tumultuous demeanor,  our lives would be very different.  But despite the dangers associated with being dependent on the sun, and its cyclical temper tantrums, it is nonetheless beautiful.

Our world is beautiful, yet, we were discontent to stay in the safety of its caves and caverns, so we have built temporary empires which will be long forgotten when we are no more.  The sun and Earth will exist beyond our brief moment in history — billions of years beyond our comprehension.  Each moment, each breath, each thought should be cherished.  We learn from mistakes and move forward, ever pushed by the arrow of time.

At the beginning of this post I mentioned the code embedded in our genes that define our existence.  This is only the operating system.  We are all programmers with a keen, yet often overlooked, ability to write new code, new apps.  These apps are not limited to our smart devices — “smart” being a grossly overstated term.  We can reorder things by reprogramming the world around us — we do it all the time.  Every time you move something from one side of the room to the other, you are reprogramming your environment, but this is only the most fundamental ability we have — overcoming gravity.

If we embrace the possibility that the universe is ours to mold, then we can explore new avenues of consciousness.  We all have special abilities which we tend to ignore or keep to ourselves, for fear of being labeled negatively.  We have a nasty habit of admonishing those who are different from the rest of the herd.  This is an instinct we must learn to overcome.  Are the things that interest you really things you enjoy, or do you do them because everyone else is?  This is a flaw in our societal structure.  We are individuals first, and community second.  At the end of it all, you will leave this planet by yourself — how do you want to be remembered?

I’ve talked on many occasions about our inherent abilities, things we don’t talk about with a sense of earnestness — telepathy, empathy, telekinesis,  communing with the dead.  But why are these concepts so difficult for us to grasp as possible.  Nothing is impossible, and we know this due to our exploration of the quantum world.  However, some things are highly improbable.  For instance, a single electron has the probability of being anywhere in the universe at a given moment — the probability never makes it to zero.  They pop in and out of existence in ways we cannot understand.  There are strange attractions between certain particles that allow them to communicate with one another instantaneously over limitless space, defying what we know about the speed of light.  We have only just begun Kindergarten in the school of the universe.

The code in our genes is what allows us to operate on auto-pilot — breathing, protecting, foraging.  It also tends to hinder us as we rely on our instincts as well as our social engineering to define us.  Whenever I feel as if I am straying from the path I’ve set before myself, I look to the sun and ponder its existence.  From a distance it is a perfect orb of glowing life, but up close it is a tempest of plasma and fire.  The same can be said of our world.  From a distance it is a shining jewel in the crown of the sun, but as we look beneath the clouds, we are a hurricane raging across the planet, unable to find peace in our existence.  We are ever rushing forward to meet the future without taking time to enjoy the now.

We must look to the future, so that we can clear a path through existence.  But we must ensure that we don’t forget to enjoy our being.  The easiest way for one to do that is to step away from the computer, go outside and feel the warmth of the sun on our skin, smell the fragrance of life being renewed, and look within ourselves and ask, “Am I happy?”  This question is the most difficult to explore.

Today the sun is shining, and it is a pleasant day.  Despite being at work, I steal moments to stand outside and look to the sky.  Summer is coming, the flowers are in bloom, and before we know it, we will be back in hibernation.  But in the time we are active, we should explore new ways, within ourselves, to change the world around us.  Things are not horrible, but they are not what we should want.  We should collectively create a dream in which we all are happy, and each of us must strive to make it happen.

You are more than you think you are.  We are all stars, we are all god, we are all beautiful.  Be different, be yourself, be wonderful and the universe will reveal itself to you.

 

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Blog Tour: Great Minds

sleep-tight_826049Greetings, Dreamers!

Mark Meier, a fellow writer, asked me to join a blog tour last week.  I am very grateful to be recognized by my colleagues and be asked to join in the fun!

Before I answer the questions for the tour, I’d like to introduce another blogger/writer with amazing insight and ability, Victoria Craven.  Victoria runs the blog, The Autodidact in the Attic, which focuses on the macabre, horror and a wide variety of intellectual stimulus.  Here is her bio:

V.L. Craven lives with her husband and pets. She writes fiction—both short and long—and reviews of books, films & art, as well as essays, articles and interviews with all sorts of interesting people.

She’s always appreciated the darker side of life, which is the focus of her blog The Autodidact in the Attic, (see also its Facebook page). TAitA has reviews of books, films, art, apps and games (and interviews with creators of those things) that will appeal to people with an interest in the macabre or gothic.

Other Ways to Interact with Her:
On Twitter: @vlcraven
On Tumblr: vlcraven.tumblr.com
On Goodreads: V. L. Craven

She will be posting her answers to the blog tour questions next Monday, so do yourself a favor and check out her amazing site.

Now on to my answers:

1) What am I working on?

I am always working on a variety of projects simultaneously,  that’s just how my brain works.  Right now,  I am doing a serial short story on this blog, writing Book II in the Waking Dream Series — The Unkindness — and I am involved in a collaborative series with two other authors (details to come later this year).  My Waking Dream Series is the primary focus and I am always doing research as the it covers alternate history, philosophy, and science.

2) How does my work differ from others of its genre?

I write novels and short stories.  My short stories tend to be very dark.  My favorite short stories are the ones I write in Lovecraftian style.  I am no Lovecraft, mind you, however I have enormous respect for his creations and imagination.

The Waking Dream series is really a mixture of many genres, so it is very hard to put it in any one box — I am not a fan of being pigeonholed.  The Waking Dream Series is an attempt to blur the lines between fantasy and reality.  Much of the subject matter is based on years of research.  I have always been fascinated with the paranormal and the supernatural — specifically the potential of the human mind.  The Waking Dream is my attempt to present a plausible framework for readers to suspend their disbelief and explore their own lives.  Life is a dream, if you really think about it.  We always have control over how our lives go, no matter the situation.  And once you believe that, you can do anything.

The Waking Dream series has elements of horror, paranormal, supernatural, romance, dystopia, apocalyptic events and fantasy.  It is very dark.  One of my fans put it, “It’s the Matrix meets The Stand”.  The first book is my Fellowship of the Ring. It is the twilight before the sun sets on our world. The subsequent books will descend further into the darkness of reality and the human mind.

One final note, there are many things hidden within the stories and novels, tying them together as well as giving avid readers something to discover within the text.  Everything in the Waking Dream Series is carefully calculated.  What have you found hidden within the story?

3) Why do I write what I do?

I love to create worlds.  The Waking Dream is, as I mentioned, an attempt to impart all I’ve learned about the human condition and get the reader to explore and create their own dream.  The world seems to be at an impasse, and we are not moving forward as we should from a philosophical sense.  While the Waking Dream is fiction, there are elements of truth in ever sentence I write — the things I believe to be true.

I write the Lovecraftian stories because I want his legacy to continue, as well as many other authors.  Being able to create a story that emulates the master gives me a sense of humility.  Many writers have walked in his footsteps, but his personal commitment to his craft is something to be admired, respected and remembered for all time.

4) How does my writing process work?

I don’t have a specific process for writing.  When I feel like writing, I write.  And because I have a wide variety of projects I am working on at any given time, I choose the project to work on that most suits my particular mood.  I believe that an author needs to be prolific to be successful.  Very few authors become successful with one book, or even their first book.  The more work you have out, you have a better chance of being discovered by new readers.  It is a snowball effect.

One thing I do tend to stick to in any project is that I usually begin with an illustration.  Next to writing, illustrating is one of my favorite hobbies.  I have over 50 illustrations for the Waking Dream,  as well as maps.  I want the Waking Dream to be similar to the Cthulhu Mythos so that other authors can contribute their own stories to the ever-growing Waking Dream Universe.

I hope that you’ve enjoyed this little excursion into my writing career.  Perhaps you’ll be interested in reading my work, which is listed on the right side bar.  Please be sure to check out Victoria Craven’s answers next Monday on her blog.

Happy Monday!

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The Lovecraft Effect

HP LovecraftGreetings, Dreamers!

Kat over at “The Gore Splattered Corner” blog asked me to write a guest post on how H.P. Lovecraft influenced my writing and my writing style.

Lovecraft and his style have always fascinated me.  I have been a fan since I was very young, and it wasn’t until recently one of my reviewers pointed out the similarity in style and writing.  Creating a mythos for Waking Dream was my goal from the beginning, but not expanding upon the Lovecraftian Mythos.  Since then I’ve tried my hand at a couple Lovecraft inspired stories, and have begun a minor expansion of the Mythos. This article explains how I got where I am as a writer.

You can head over to The Gore Splattered Corner and read my little trip down memory lane.

Thanks Kat for letting me ramble on your page!

Why the Waking Dream?

DevlinI get asked on many occasions why I’ve spent so much time working on this series before I wrote the book.  Part of it was procrastination, but the biggest reason was the allegory behind the Waking Dream.

When I was a kid, I was very much enamored by H.P. Lovecraft and the Cthulhu Mythos.  The idea of a writer creating a framework for other writers to contribute to was fascinating to me.  And since the story “The Call of Cthulhu” was released in 1926, scores of renowned authors have taken their turn to try to rouse the Ancient Ones from their slumber.

I initially came up with the idea for the Waking Dream in 1995 as a Dungeons and Dragons style role-playing game.  It was first premiered on Internet Relay Chat, where I had over 100 people playing at any given time.  But as I began to write these elaborate story lines for others to interact with, it occurred to me that it would be more useful to write stories and novels, rather than a bunch of rules and dice play.  The Waking Dream began to evolve.

I stepped away from the online role-play world and began to do serious research on how to make the Waking Dream a framework.  But along the way, it started to become something much more than that.  It started to become a philosophical debate on the nature of existence – a subject that has haunted me my entire adult life.  I have for a long time stopped reading fiction, and jumped headlong into physics, cosmology, religion, philosophy, mathematics and metaphysics.  And along the way, I created an entire universe populated by Dreamers, Sleepers and Immortals and solved — in my mind — the answers to our universe.

It does not matter really what comprises the universe, how it came to be, or where it will go from here.  What does matter is the voyage and exploration of the self and understanding that we are all connected at a fundamental level, and the universe is our playground.  We have gone about our search for the answer in the wrong way.  Rather than trying to understand our consciousness and our spirit, we’ve leaped into the abyss, searching for answers in the stars — but the answer is in each and every one of us.

The Waking Dream books and stories and framework are to give us a way to be children again, when we looked at everything with wonder. Magic and Monsters are everywhere, we’ve just chosen not to see them in the same way we once did.  We’ve allowed what we call the “common reality” — what the majority believes to be true — to make us blind to the true nature of the universe and thus, ourselves.

For me, the Waking Dream is not about making money, it’s about throwing a new idea out on the table for everyone to see.  And in turn, I expect others to take up the mantle and submit their own stories about the Waking Dream.  Because, in the Waking Dream anything is possible.  And if we all take a moment to realize the Dream as something wonderful, it will be wonderful.  But at the moment, we are creating a nightmare.

Waking Dream: Devlin is just the first of many novels to come.  If you are looking to escape for just a little while, and you believe in any of the things I have said, I believe you will enjoy walking with me in the Waking Dream.

Waking Dream (Part 4)

WeirdnessGreetings, Dreamers!

Today, as promised, we are going to explore the concepts of the Weird and Weirdness which is borrowed from the concept Quantum Weirdness, or what Einstein called Spooky Action at a Distance.  There is one such known phenomenon that I discussed in a previous post called Quantum Entanglement, which is an unexplained mystery where by two particles can be created and sent across the vast distance of our universe, and if you change the spin of one particle, the other one instantaneously changes its spin.  This, my friends, is the very basis for all of my theories behind the Waking Dream, the fundamental Oneness of all things in the universe, and the argument for magic, which I simple call Weirdness.

I have taken liberty through my own studies and thought exercises to conclude that Dark Energy is the basis for this weird behavior of our universe.  In my theory, Dark Energy is all information stored since the beginning of our universe, which is why it constitutes a whopping 68.3% of our universe — and it continues to grow as the expansion of the universe demonstrates.

In a paper published by my friend Erik Andrulis, “Theory of the Origin, Evolution, and Nature of Life.” he posits arguments which could further the idea of this interconnectedness of our universe and all of the fundamental particles.  I highly recommend that you give it a read and come to your own conclusions.  It is time to go back to the drawing board and look at our wonderfully amazing universe from a different perspective.

The Way of the Weird

The Weird

All things are created from what I call The Weird, it is an energy source that allows matter to be created and manipulated.  It exists in a place between our reality, which I have called the Spaces Between.  And in the bosom of the Weird all consciousness is created.  It is from this Weird that Dreamers and Immortals are able to manipulate the Waking Dream.  The ability to manipulate comes from the information and experiences we encounter in our day-to-day lives, forever recorded within the Spaces Between, allowing us to do amazing things.  Through this increased understanding of our universe, we are able to make things better — such as moving from mud huts, to homes, to skyscrapers.  All of this is inherently magical unto itself, however we have allowed it to simply become a mundane aspect of life.  The fact that you can move a glass from the table to your mouth, then back again, is in of itself Weird.  And we take it for granted.

In the Waking Dream, Dreamers and Immortals are able to tap into this eternal knowledge and there by manipulate the Dream, using an ability called Weirdness.  But rather than just using mundane actions to manipulate the Waking Dream, they are able to return magic to the world, both good and evil.

The Weirdness

Weirdness is magic of the Waking Dream.  It is the ability to manipulate things in a supernatural sense.  This gift comes from the knowledge that the universe IS a Waking Dream, and is not available to anyone who is not a Dreamer or an Immortal.  Being a Dreamer requires one to accept the fundamental principle that the universe is a Waking Dream and that everything within it is connected.  It is this interconnectedness that allows the Dream to be manipulated.  If you are connected to everything everywhere in the universe, then you can manipulate it through this connection.

Weirdness is like an electrical current that transmits your will to other connected objects, allowing one to act upon it.  We do this every day in a physical sense, but there are very few who have recognized that they can do this at the quantum level.  All particles only exist as matter when they are required to interact, this is what we have learned through the wave/particle duality phenomenon.  An electron, for instance, is not always there.  It has a probability to be anywhere in the universe, though the probability lessens the further due to its relative position in the current moment.  It also exhibits very strange properties which we still do not understand, but I will have to explain this more with an analogy.

Every single atom in your body is made of a nucleus which consists of protons and neutrons.  And orbiting this nucleus, are one or more electrons.  Now, here is Weirdness number one about the atom — it is mostly empty space.  If we were to compare a solar system to an atom, putting them on a similar scale, with the sun acting as the nucleus, and the planets are the electrons, the distances between the nucleus and the electrons would have just as vast distances as the planets do with the sun.  Hence it is mostly empty space between in each and every one of the billions of atoms that make up just your body.

The second Weirdness about the atom, is that the electrons move in completely unexplained ways from one orbit to the next.  They simply pop out of existence and appear in another orbit in the atom.  It is important to understand this point, they are there one moment, then somewhere else the next, with no time in between.  Taking our planet analogy, this would be like Mars and Earth instantaneously switching places in their orbits around the sun.  Earth and Mars would vanish simultaneously and reappear instantaneously in their different orbits.

The Weirdness ability in the Waking Dream uses these strange mysteries forces to cause things to be changed or come into creation.  This is possible because in the Weird all experience exists, and we all know this, but we have chosen to forget it.  But like any street magician, one must learn to fool the observer after much trial and error, until they perfect their trick.  This is why a Dreamer is born without knowledge of their inherent Weirdness, and they must find their own unique way to express it, as I explain in my previous post.

Conclusion

This is a great deal of information for one to process, but there are many books and theories the both support and invalidate what I have said.  This cancellation, thrusts my assertions into the realm of philosophical debate.  It can only be tested one way, one must believe it, and simply do it.

Over the course of my life, I have met people with very strange abilities that I would absolutely call Weirdness.  I have met charlatan magicians and fortune-tellers, but I have also met people who have been able to tell things or see things that they could not possible have known or observed in 10 minutes.  Magic still exists, as any child will tell you.  Perhaps it is time to look at the world around you and see it as a child would, full of wonder and awe and unfettered beliefs.  It is only then that you an Awaken your Weirdness and change the world to be what it has the potential to be.

Next time, we will explore the realms of the Waking Dream Universe — The Waking Dream, the Sleeping Dream, and the Spaces Between.

Waking Dream (Part 3)

WeirdnessGreetings, Dreamers!

In my last post we discussed the concepts of Immortality in the Waking Dream Universe.  Today we are going to discuss the two other types of beings in the Waking Dream Universe — Dreamers and Sleepers.

But before we begin, I wanted to clarify that a Planet-Bound Immortal was once a Dreamer, and it is through the process of Awakening and Enlightenment that a Dreamer becomes an Immortal.

There is a two tiered allegorical argument when we speak of Dreamers and Sleepers.  Dreamers, and Immortals, are the Architects of the Waking Dream.  They are also those who will not sit idly by and allow their lives to be affected by others.  They are people from all walks of life, from white-collar to blue-collar.  Sleepers on the other hand, are the engineers or worker bees.  They are people who do not accept that they have control over their life and look to the Dreamers to lead them.  This is not meant as a derogatory statement, it is a simple observation.  In one sense, Dreamers are the observer, collectively, in a solipsistic world, where the Sleepers do not really exist other than to be actors in the Dreamer/Immortal play.

Of Sleepers and Dreamers

Sleepers

In the Waking Dream, Sleepers can best be thought of as automatons, or robots.  They are the vessel through which Dreamers can occupy the Waking Dream.  They are born, live their lives according to the design of the Dreamers and Immortals.  They are a function of the grand algorithm created at the beginning of the universe, as designed by the Creator.  Their main purposes are to make the world for the Dreamers to live in, and serve as bodies for the Dreamers to interact with the physical reality. As mentioned in my first post in the series, when a Dreamer dies, they return to the Spaces Between, which can be compared to the Afterlife, or what I like to call, the InBetweenLife.  It is the realm of the Weird, and it is from there that all consciousness emanates.

One point that needs to be made is that any living thing is a Dreamer, so it is not limited to humans.  It may be the desire of a Dreamer to inhabit an animal, or a tree, because the Waking Dream is about experiencing the universe.  We created the Waking Dream to explore every aspect of the universe, because it is a gift to have consciousness, and a gift to have such an amazingly diverse reality to explore.

Dreamers

Dreamers, at the base level, are pure consciousness.  When they are not inhabiting a Sleeper and affecting the Waking Dream, they can peer into the life of any Sleeper and determine whether they wish to inhabit them.  They also, for a limited time, can enter the Waking Dream, in an incorporeal form.  Both Sleepers and corporeal Dreamers, can sometimes see them in these ghostly forms, which is where ghost sightings come from.  Sometimes, they do forget that they are not in a body, and will return to a place they died again and again, depending on the manner of their death.  Particularly violent deaths can cause a Dreamer to temporarily get stuck in a pattern, and this is what constitutes a haunting.

When a Dreamer enters the body of a Sleeper, at any stage of the Sleeper’s life, they take on the memories and persona of that Dreamer, much like when one chooses a character in a game.  They forget all their past lives and memories, and the fact that they are a Dreamer.  This is when they begin the quest to Awaken and use their Weirdness to affect the Waking Dream.  One can think of this as learning how to operate a new vehicle.  Once the Dreamer has full control of the vehicle, and knows its limitations, both physically, mentally and socially, the Dreamer can then undergo the process of Awakening, which happens differently for everyone.  It is usually brought on by trauma of some variety, like someone slapping you in the face saying “Wake up!”.

Dreamers are connected to the Spaces Between by the Somnambula, or what used to be called the Silver Cord.  This is how they are able to channel the energy, or Weirdness, to affect the Waking Dream.  This also accounts for why Dreamers experience deja vu, as sometimes a location, conversation or experience, triggers a memory stored in the Weird.

All Dreamers exert their will on the Waking Dream in different ways, but they are usually subtle, as it takes a great deal of energy to create more dramatic effects, such as throwing a fireball at someone, which is possible, but usually only by Immortals who have a greater command of their Weirdness.  Dreamers usually exert their Weirdness through either mundane abilities such as charisma to become a leader, or extraordinary creative abilities such as musicians, artists or writers.  The more famous a Dreamer is usually tied to their Weirdness.

Other Dreamers exert their will in supernatural ways, such as practicing ritualistic magic, such as alchemy, Wicca, witchcraft or illusions.  Others have abilities such as empathy, telepathy, telekinesis, or second sight.  But there are many more ways in which Dreamers can exert their Weirdness.

Conclusion

In closing, I would like to propose to you a personal experiment.  While I am presenting these ideas of the Waking Dream as fiction, there are some truths woven within this view of the universe as a Waking Dream.  I tend to think that the only people who read my blog are Dreamers.  They are people seeking others to share their thoughts, and learn from one another.  They want to believe that they have greater control of their life and environment, yet they lack the solidarity from others with the same thoughts.  This can be seen with the development of religion.  Each religion has common beliefs among all of its members so that their beliefs become more real to the collective.

Take a look at your life, and see if you have your own Weirdness.  Is it possible that all of the universe is really not what we think it is?  Is it possible we are responsible for everything that happens on our planet on every level?  The universe is inherently weird in the way that it operates.  We still have not come to any conclusive evidence than anything we see is actually there.  There is no way to know, and that, my friends, makes life all the more mysterious, wonderful and exciting to explore.  If we have limits, it is because we have imposed those limits upon ourselves.

Next time, we will discuss Weird and Weirdness in the Waking Dream.

Waking Dream (Part 2)

OneGreetings, Dreamers!

This is part 2 in a the blog series about the Waking Dream Philosophy.  Today we are going to discuss my concept of Immortality and the difference between a Celestial Immortal and Planet Bound Immortals.

Let’s begin!

Before I get into the particulars specific to Immortality in the Waking Dream, I wanted to talk about the various forms and thoughts surrounding the concept of Immortality.  Many cultures throughout history have tried, and continue to try, to wrestle with their own mortality.  Death is the ultimate fear, and all fear ties back to death in some form or fashion.  But the pursuit of immortality is of the physical variety.  And were people able to be Immortal in physical form, we would soon over-populate the planet, unsustainable growth.  The planet has a capacity, and until we find means to move to other solar systems and galaxies, we cannot afford an immortal populace. With my fiction aside, my personal belief is that we are immortal spiritually.  Our consciousnesses, once formed, are permanently imprinted on the universe.  We become a never-ending story in the library of the universe.  Now on to Immortality in the Waking Dream.

The Story of Immortality

There are two types of Immortals in the Waking Dream Universe — The Celestial Immortals and the Planet bound Immortals.

The Celestials

There are several Celestial Immortals of note in the Waking Dream Universe.  Celestial Immortals are unique to every universe and they are different from all the other Immortals because they were “born” Immortal.  As mentioned in the Story of Creation, these Immortals are, with addition to a few mysterious entities, are:

  1. One
  2. The Magician
  3. The High Priestess
  4. The Charnel One
  5. The Dexter
  6. The Sinister
  7. The Angel
  8. The Beast

Each of these Immortals is responsible for a certain aspect of the Waking Dream, similar to other polytheistic religions, however they are by no means Gods.  They have existed since One had the first cogent thought in the vast nothing of the Spaces Between and awoke to the truth that the universe is a Waking Dream.  Celestial Immortals are free to roam the universe, within a physical construct.  They are also able to travel unhindered in the realm of the Weird, The Spaces Between (to be discussed in-depth in a later post).

It is seldom that Dreamers and Planet-Bound Immortals encounter these mysterious entities, and their true goals are completely unknown, though much speculation has been made.  These eight Celestials are an immutable number, and there will always be eight in every single universe in the multiverse.  They command the Weird with flawless accuracy and are not to be trifled with.

In addition to the eight Celestials, there is a mysterious ninth Celestial who is rumored to be the offspring of the Magician and the High Priestess.  Little is known about this Immortal, and it is believed he/she is a hybrid between the Celestials and the Planet-Bound Immortals.  He is simply known as the Hidden One, and is also rumored to possess the knowledge to wield the artifact, The Black Heart, to its full potential.

The Planet-Bound

There are two levels, so to speak, of Planet-Bound Immortals.  There are the Prime Immortals and the Lesser Immortals.  How the five Prime Immortals came to hold this stature over the other Immortals is not known, however, they are:

  1. Gabryal of Sumeria
  2. Shemhazai of Egypt
  3. Grigor Falken of Crete
  4. Olivia Morgan of The Celts
  5. Deakin Droon of Scandinavia

These Planet-Bound Immortal, as their name suggests, are unable to incarnate themselves anywhere than on our planet.  Little is understood why they are unable to leave the planet.  Once any Dreamer attains Immortality on their respective planet, they are unable to leave until that planet has run its course.  The only known way for a Planet-Bound Immortal to leave Earth is through destruction by super-nova. Once this has happened, they are free to choose another planet, whereby they will be bounded to their new home.

Deakin Droon was the last of the Prime Immortals to attain Immortality.  After his ascension, it was a thousand years before the Lesser Immortals began to emerge.  It is unknown what happened during the thousand years of spiritual darkness, however, any Dreamer attaining immortality since his ascension is considered Lesser.

Lesser Immortals tend to be between five hundred and a thousand years old.  They do not possess the same level of understanding of the Weird, and they tend to align themselves, either consciously or sub-consciously with one of the Prime Immortals.  It is unknown at the time of this writing how many Dreamers have attained this status.

More information about the Waking Dream universe is available at The Way of the Weird website.

Next blog post will be about the Dreamers and the Sleepers.

The Universe (Part 3)

enlightenmentGreetings Dreamers!

Initially, I was going to write about gravity as my next foray into exploring our universe.  But over the last few days I’ve had some very interesting conversations and read some interesting material that has changed my mind.

Today I want to discuss the only way we can truly understand the universe — Enlightenment.

This has been something that I have been struggling with since first I heard the term, then understood the process.  However, I am not talking about Buddhist enlightenment, where by attaining enlightenment frees us from rebirth.  I am talking about enlightenment in the sense that the universe reveals itself to you, thereby revealing you to yourself.

We have spent a great deal of time and energy to measure, quantify and categorize all the things that make up the universe.  We done a bang up job at this.  We’ve discovered elementary particles quarks, electrons, neutrons, protons and muons, to name a few.  We’ve discovered black holes, quasars, neutron stars, gamma ray bursts and planets far beyond our tiny little solar system.  We have discovered limitations, rules, equations and barriers.  We have sent ourselves and objects hurtling into the jungle beyond, crying out for someone else in the darkness.  And what has this produced?  Just more questions.  There will always be questions, and they will never end until we know everything. But what’s the point of existing if you know everything.

I have had some moments where I can see lucidly, beyond my own human flaws, fears and insecurities.  Moments where you can connect with someone on an indescribably level, or moments when the answer just falls out of the sky and begs me to accept it.  So my most recent, yet fleeting moment of enlightenment was actually a proper definition of what enlightenment really is.

Enlightenment is accepting the simple fact that we are the universe.  All of these little particles and atoms we are made of were created out of necessity for us to explore the physical universe, which is only 4% of the entire universe.  And that 4% is unimaginably massive.  We can’t even see the entire universe with our telescopes, we can only see as far as the light reaching us originate from, so no one really knows how far it goes.  It is the greatest mystery, and the greatest adventure.  And we create these mysteries for ourselves, to entertain ourselves, just like the games we invent, or the books we write. Life is the same, we live a time as someone or something, then we move on to experience something new.  Understanding the universe will begin when we truly understand ourselves.

I believe there are two ways that we can explore the universe.  The first is rebirth.  We move from body to body, world to world, exploring, living, enjoying.  We are constantly being reborn, and it doesn’t have to be here on this planet.  There are more planets than stars in the universe, and there is most definitely life on these other planets.  I do not know this, I feel this — if we are all the universe, then we are connected to life forms on every planet that does or had existed.  In this life I am Michael, in a previous life I could have been a flapper in the 1920’s, or a scientist on a far distant planet that has sent my own message to find life elsewhere.

We are not limited to these bodies, nor must we die to explore because the second way is through transcendence and allowing our souls to detach from our machine and roam freely, knowing that we can return at anytime.  Life when you sleep, where do you truly go?  Have you ever been someplace in a dream that you’ve never been, then at a later date, you visit and have an overwhelming sense of deja vu?  This is transcendence, we do it all the time, we just don’t remember it completely because our brain returns our focus to the waking state, and slowly forgets the dream because it doesn’t pertain to the here and now.

The creator and god are not the same, in my opinion.  I posit that the creator was the architect, and god was the engineer.  And since we engineer our reality, we must be god.  We have gotten so wrapped around the axle about god and who created the universe, and we’ve forgotten how powerful we truly are – how powerful all life is.  An ant can carry 50 times its weight.  Humpback whales have a language of song.  We humans have awareness.  And awareness allows us to explore the aspects of enlightenment.

I’m beginning to feel as if I am approaching this enlightenment.  Petty things that once mattered to me have fallen by the wayside.  I seldom sit in front of the computer or TV anymore — I work I’m outside, engage in conversation with someone, or listen to the thrushes that live in my garage.  I have lain on the grass in my back yard, and stared up at Jupiter and felt its pull on me.  This is how it all begins.  Just letting your mind free from the taught reality.  Let your mind wander into your own reality — it is what makes life so interesting, makes each moment wonderful.

So I will end today’s post with a simple question:  Have you ever felt one with the universe?