There could be many ways to perceive the story, to give meaning to a course of events. Maybe this is the essence of the multiverse, of parallel universes, the one mind of it all with all the many directors and conductors. These thoughts came in on my cruise here to Atlas X, the coffeeshop at the end of the galaxy. A location in the fabric of spacetime that I find myself magnetized to, a physical connection to a sense of home inside the swirling cosmos, the eye of the storm where I can feel peace within myself. Today is my metaphoric birthday, having passed through a catacomb exploration phase of the murky psyche. Surrender to death, surrender to having fun in the wackiness, surrender to rebirth through the threshold – finding that core love – embracing myself here in this moment, finally.
I see everything fresh, even if just for an instant – (though I hope longer – with practice I strive to steady my heart and mind enough to hold it). The image in my mind’s eye that has been with me – standing on the balcony ledge of the celestial skyscraper, with an unknown friend beside me, looking over the horizon of earth’s curvature. In complete awe of the ALL.
The sky elevator, in different scenarios has shown up in visions recurring over the past 6 months. Recalling the morning a couple weeks ago on the hill in the blustery, icy wind.. too cold to stay looking to the west, but in my turning I caught a flash glimpse of the trail post on the hill with the double triangle up-down symbol on it. The elevator. Elevators going up… I surely freakin’ hope!!
The dream I had at the froggy dreaming house that struck me so…. I have been thinking about it quite a bit lately. Recalling the course of events following, and looking at my own perspective or meanings given to the story as it has shown up and passed into fairytale. I see the multiple perspectives according to “different narrators” and imagine any one “storyline” to be perceived infinitely, dependent on an individual’s uniquely conditioned perception of reality.
In my dream, I had been searching for a friend, room by room, through the corridor of a labyrinthine warehouse. There was a performance going on – lights, warmth, and music coming in from the misty staging. On my way through shadowed corners of every room, I kept running in to all of his friends, still looking for him.. they said he was around somewhere, though I found no sign but that of a ghost. There he appeared on stage from behind the mist, wearing a white powder face – something like a mime, with a white shirt and black suspenders. It shocked me so, I woke up crying with the dawn, and driving home on my 14 hour journey through the woods, I got lost in the fear and the pain that had surfaced. I had to find my way out of a certain personal prison.
“I will be whatever you want me to be.” I recalled him saying when we first met, and I thought of what that – in my own story has meant.
The part of the dream that had slipped my waking memory, so faint – It came to me after I requested and gave an order to my subconscious to REMEMBER EVERYTHING THAT IS IMPORTANT –
I and another person (dream-blurred face unknown), standing there at the ground level… warehouse walls, graffiti ambiance, standing in front of an elevator going up… Watching the signals of the lights coming down, anticipating the opening of the doors.
“Order’s ready!!! 222!!!” the woman at the coffee station calls out as I conclude the episode…”
It’s time now to leave ground zero. It’s time now to rise the vantage point of my saga to the next level.
