REALMS OF REASON, INSANITY, MAGIC & MACABRE

Don't Look Back

REALMS OF REASON, INSANITY, MAGIC AND MACABRE Don’t Look Back The blind will see, the deaf will hear… but those who choose reason will never know what lies behind the veil   – M Teresa Clayton Hello Reader! This group of blogs are dedicated to our reality, our perception of reality and what could become our reality.  It encompasses the world as we know it, ourselves as we know ourselves to be, others we pass judgements on and how all of this affects past, present and future. However, there really isn’t time and space – is there? What becomes of a second, within a minute, within an hour, within a day of our lives? The seasons are obvious to a greater degree. Day and night are obvious to a greater degree. If we learn to listen to our circadian measure of “time”, we would have no need for hours and days.  How would life be if we were to forget what day of the week it is, what month we are in, how many years ...

I think I know you or at least where you’ve been. Do you remember anything from that time, long ago, when  darkness fell from the sky and covered everything here on the ground,  and nothing could be recovered because nothing could be found…? I think I’d like to forget what happened back then  but memories cannot be washed away with the ash. Do you recall anything from that place we call the past? O, my friend, we knew each other when the sky was blue and clear,  then those black clouds rolled in and destroyed everything we held dear… It was if it all happened yesterday, but so many years have passed. Do you recognize me now though I’ve changed; I’ve turned?  The night came within the day and put out the fire that burned. Yes, we were blinded by soot and ash falling down like rain, and w e couldn’t breathe, couldn’t hear, couldn’t reach out for each other’s hand. Blood filled the rivers, the echoes of screams ...

THE TORTOISE AND THE HARE Breathe The air is full of hallucinogenics,  creating a colorful collage of cancerous scenery to behold only for the lifetime of a breath. See Born into our photographic minds,  the melting pot of good and evil, confusing  the two as temptation grasps our naïve,  curious thoughts, to elude truth into a,  much too often, alluring and enticing  trap of evil, only to spend the greedy h ands of time untangling the tightly  woven tapestry known as life. Feel We discover that reality is the hell we all fear. The testing ground for stable, logical, human beings to discover the pain and torture of trying to outrun  the race of fate. Like the tortoise and the hare… Those who pace their lives too fast, experiencing  a multitude of life, find that life has beaten  them when they took their rest… leaving them  to hold onto a few memories, even then, too  vague and too forgo...