Upside Down in the Underworld:
Musings on the Mazy Meanderings of Manifestation
Upside Down in the Underworld:
Musings on the Mazy Meanderings of Manifestation
I am an island of fantasy, flair, and flow in a sad sea of sensibility, structure, and subsistence.
Every day, I’m greeted by a world of grimacing, grouchy grown-ups who think they’re grounded when in reality they’ve lost their true north and have run aground. Everywhere around me adults abandon their dreams and try to delude themselves into thinking this abdication is somehow noble and righteous. They’re not ready to recognize they readily relinquished their reveries of a resplendent being for banal water cooler talk and commonplace country club chatter. My family, friends, and Facebook seem to have accepted this exceptionally unexceptional existence. They go about their lives of routine and resignation, running ridiculously from one rendezvous to the next.
I suppose that’s all fine. I’m not bound to behave like the beehive. Nevertheless, these daily dealings with dimmed, diminished denizens slowly start to drain me and drag me down. With the continual feeling of not fitting in – the omnipresent sensation of being an outsider and obstructor – the ever-enduring emotion of being the eternal executioner of the status quo – I start to question my purpose and perspective. How could so many people be so misguided and out-of-touch? Surely I, the odd person out, must change myself to be in harmony with the whole of human history, however humdrum.
Yet I’ve come to realize I am neither sufficiently delusional nor disconnected to be content to wander a wistful existence in a wasteland of the waking walking dead. When the over-caffeinated, under-zealous zombies tell me to “be practical” or “realistic” I know these are the deranged dronings of deteriorating droids. No matter how normalized this nay-saying has become, I know these are the myopic mumblings of fearful folk scared of a big, bold, beautiful being.
But I am not afraid. Or at least I don’t want to be. I can sense a world of wonder beyond the confines of the concrete, full of immense, immeasurable imagination. I believe I can bring these vibrant visions from the beyond into my reality and create a new era of euphoria. I’m not sure exactly how or where to start, but I can feel a light – a subtle yet steady glow – guiding me down this path of possibility and prosperity. All I need is to take the first step…
I am an island of fantasy, flair, and flow in a sad sea of sensibility, structure, and subsistence.
Every day, I’m greeted by a world of grimacing, grouchy grown-ups who think they’re grounded when in reality they’ve lost their true north and have run aground. Everywhere around me adults abandon their dreams and try to delude themselves into thinking this abdication is somehow noble and righteous. They’re not ready to to recognize they readily relinquished their reveries of a resplendent being for banal water cooler talk and commonplace country club chatter. My family, friends, and Facebook seem to have accepted this exceptionally unexceptional existence. They go about their lives of routine and resignation, running ridiculously from one rendezvous to the next.
I suppose that’s all fine. I’m not bound to behave like the beehive. Nevertheless, these daily dealings with dimmed, diminished denizens slowly start to drain me and drag me down. With the continual feeling of not fitting in – the omnipresent sensation of being an outsider and obstructor – the ever-enduring emotion of being the eternal executioner of the status quo – I start to question my purpose and perspective. How could so many people be so misguided and out-of-touch? Surely I, the odd person out, must change myself to be in harmony with the whole of human history, however humdrum.
Yet I’ve come to realize I am neither sufficiently delusional nor disconnected to be content to wander a wistful existence in a wasteland of the waking walking dead. When the over-caffeinated, under-zealous zombies tell me to “be practical” or “realistic” I know these are the deranged dronings of deteriorating droids. No matter how normalized this nay-saying has become, I know these are the myopic mumblings of fearful folk scared of a big, bold, beautiful being.
But I am not afraid. Or at least I don’t want to be. I can sense a world of wonder beyond the confines of the concrete, full of immense, immeasurable imagination. I believe I can bring these vibrant visions from the beyond into my reality and create a new era of euphoria. I’m not sure exactly how or where to start, but I can feel a light – a subtle yet steady glow – guiding me down this path of possibility and prosperity. All I need is to take the first step…