This is not about the answers I have for you. I am a simple guide. How can I be you?
Imagine we are living in a stimulus where our dream world is helping us to escape by showing us the many restrictions we put on ourselves in reality. Are they called “dreams”, because they are meant to come true?
What would that look like?
Would you disbelieve everything you think you learned, destroying your mental world? Would you stay in the matrix already assembled, assuming your world is much safer with an order created for you? Would you use the matrix as a ladder, moving above and beyond what was, to see what will be?
What if someone told you that your dreams are realer than reality? How do your dreams feel? How does your reality feel? Is “real” an appropriate word to define where we are now? Or is it a reflection of something else that should have been “real”? We know that something real must be sensed. Reality check. What if we are blocking out our senses? Then we shall call the rest surreal. Is it surreal because you choose not to see it as real? If we are picking and choosing what is real, then what determines its opposite?
Do you make up your mind because others told you that’s how it is? How real did they make your reality seem?
Life…is all about influence. This influence will allow you to shape your world, your purpose, and your reality. With as many perspectives out there, I wonder…whether we are asking enough questions. Are these questions in pertinence to the real, or the surreal? Should we care?
That entirely depends on what you are looking for. Why be influenced by others, without influencing yourself?
When I think about the worlds we live in, I think back on all of the movies, books, and other related stories I’ve watched and read in my years. Each one is a simple clue. Our favorite parts resonate with us for years, until we make a simple connection to the situations we find ourselves in. Yet, we all have variable stories that we favor. We’re each looking for something from the very moment we open a book, or flip on a screen. We all gain something individual about that, whether it pertains to our reality, or our matrix.
What do you want to be real? What have you been searching for? What is the truth in our mind? Why be afraid to explore the darkest corners of your consciousness if you’re willing to seek out the light? Did someone tell you not to? Why’s that?
Do they know what’s there?
Nonna 