Dearest King of the North,
I love your description of your playing at the concert – you are a talented person and should actually perform more often, it is good for your soul! The only difference between you and other musicians are that they always drink too much – it seems they can’t stand the pressures of reality; while you seem to prefer sobriety – thank heaven for that.
I have found a definition “fairytale endings” that answers my needs – it requires a certain perspective that I cannot always maintain; yet it brings me the experience of epiphany in a steady stream. Whenever I focus on my long-term goals; unconditional love and the creation of beauty; and evaluate human relations at home, work and on PoemHunter in this light; I experience a fairytale ending. My goal was not fame or wealth; it was the exchange of ideas with like-minded people and enlarging the imagination in positive directions. This process is on-going and a source of endless delight. All pitfalls become challenges and all failures new beginnings. And the key lies in thoughts, how we look at things, I shift my perspective by choosing data that bends my thoughts in positive and miraculous directions. By creating magical feelings through daydreaming the world presents in magical ways and wonderment happens to me; and though I lament the loss of these feelings; I know the technique for resurrecting them again. Experiencing “fairytale endings” is determined by one’s definition of such. Trying to think in miraculous ways, I can see that you can choose to bring about a fairytale ending in your life; BUT you yourself must make the best of the options you can think up.
My fairytale ending entails retaining the ability to see and feel magic, even if only from time to time – I read on p. 317 in my book: “If you think a pretty thought, you make a flower grow up there somewhere.” – I’m focusing on thinking beautiful thoughts and thinking of all the flowers I’m making grow! … destined to grow as positive living entities in another dimension of infinite realities, poetry would encase those flower-thoughts in static meaningless symbols that may or may not be retranslated into the original experience – poetry is but the stringing of symbols to give expression to the inexpressible.
Please tell me your news, what happened while the Oke Al and Crocodile got scratched and bled, but no sharks got fed, and we fell asleep in the wind on the beach with the sand burying us while the crocodile and Okefenokee Al worked through a few thought experiments, thinking about what it would have felt like to have been so-and-so and did what they did – she said she does not regret what she did; but we could not think through her experience in any probable form that made it acceptable as an event or as a memory – so that was a day very well spent, the head clear of cobwebs afterwards.
I think most people live life half-heartedly, with the closed consciousness that Colin Wilson describes so well. I want to live with an open, delighted, high-revved consciousness; but I’ve found only certain events and certain states of mind will bring this consciousness about and routine life rather closes one off to the possibility. I have fantasised about the adventures of interesting people reliving their lives trying to discover what brought about enlarged consciousness, and found that few of them experienced it for long if at all; and people who reached the heights of fame and wealth readily succumbed to depression and unhappiness. So just leading a heady life as jet-setters and Hollywood stars do will not bring that consciousness state I desire, about. Colin Wilson pointed out that ecstasy gave mankind a brief experience of new consciousness, then sadly added but it is temporary and always leaves people feeling saddened and bereft afterwards. So that way no solution is found. Carlos Castaneda showed in his books how enlarged consciousness enables people to do supernatural deeds, but it did not offer escape from humdrum consciousness and humdrum existence. Lovers have sought ways of remaining in loving ecstasy, and all have failed beautifully doing it that way – so the only answer is to develop a new way of thinking that lifts one above humdrum life into a miraculous interpretation that needs NO external stimulation, no external props, only making use of inner mechanisms. For that the hilltop is needed, but the hilltop must be firmly situated in one’s own heart and mind, one needs to go INSIDE and shut out all sensory stimulation to reach it. I love sensory stimulation; getting intoxicated by speed and food and swimming and diving and sea and sand – and therefore I know how limited the human capacity to lift the consciousness into a new state through sensory stimulation. My hilltop-ideal is a place in my mind in which I live and from where I sally forth to meet reality – my hilltop is a perspective, an attitude – the ideal of unconditional love. I shall now engage with the unending delights of my reality, the amazing bureacracy and overpowering translations – all given with one purpose and one purpose only: to teach mankind to transcend this nonsensical reality. I have evaded the transcendence by writing to you, reflecting about life and thought activity; now it is back to the grinding mills to turn the earth on its lathe so as to have it in steady spin until it tilts again. Have a lovely day and a beautiful life, with more cyberlove than you will ever be able to fathom or understand,
The Ice Princess.
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