stardustcboy's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ...All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream... ...all around him the universe spiraled. a heavenly dance of matter, energy and time. he was in the heart of the Dreamer. formless and unending his consciousness expanded outwards into space, outwards to the edge of reality and beyond. his pain had dissolved with his body and he was nothingness. in that moment, the Dreamer spoke, her voice the chorus of joy and harmony sung by the trees to the sky and the rain and the sun. "thank you." he had no words. "as was foretold, the universe shall be made again. this dream is over and it is time for another mystery...another puzzle. the hands of the great clock are again at midnight and winter will give way to spring. this is the way. as the sleeper must wake to a new dawn, so too must we all awaken to a new world. the dreams do fade, but it is dreams that shape reality. for it is the striving for things wished and wanted that creates our collective experience. young child, you have toiled hard, sacrificed much all for a dream. a dream bespoke by the prophets. it was not your dream, it was the dream of another that shaped your life. this is not the way. in dreaming there is freedom, you can wish for whatever you want; and thus, in waking you strive for your dream. this is your way. you and i have always been one. even when the mark polluted your soul, i was a part of you still. i am, was and will be forever and ever in a cycle. death is to sleeping as life is to waking...it is merely a transition between worlds...between dreams. so shall it be in this new place. dream young one, dream of better places and greater things and let your dreams be the inspiration of others so that they too will be happy in their reverie...in their waking and their sleeping... Baalgorgon is not wholly dead...for it is a part of the great wheel. it is fear that defines to us our desires, and sorrow that defines to us our joy. its shadow will always follow you child, but you shall fear no evil from it. for it is within your power to dream for the better...and to strive for the better..." all around the stars began to collapse and implode. moons crashed into planets, planets were consumed by stars...a fast-forward of time as all energy faded to nothingness. finally, there was but a pinpoint of light at the heart of an unknowable expanse of void. the Dreamer spoke again... "and so shall it be. all that you knew will follow you, but will be revealed in newfound form. just as symbols in your dreams represent things in your waking, so too shall the things in your waking be symbols for your dreaming..." he began to feel his form again, a form seperate from the cosmos, which was merely a speck of energy and light no more than a needlepoint in size. he felt he was outside of it, a watcher, an observer. "here...this light...this point...is a point of possibility. within it is all that has yet to be. without it is all that is not. space and matter." the point vanished and there was complete darkness. an eternity passed, soundless, sightless, tasteless, odorless, senseless. no emotion, no thought, no form. "let there be light!" the pinpoint flickered again then flashed. the void was filled with energy and matter and motion. the motion created time and again he was aware. he spiraled off with the gas and dust and light. spinning out into space, breaking apart, dissolving, coalescing again, over and over for indeterminate millenia. all around him the heavens shined, stars were born, stars died, galaxies collided, planets were rent asunder and he continued onward and onward...one with the stardust...a single consciousness upon the wind of the universe...floating...a seed...at last looking to take root so that it may stretch its branches and embrace the sun...he began to tumble...fall...quickly to sleep... 7:53 p.m. - 2002-11-21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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