That was illustrated with a beautiful picture of a girl surrounded by birds that someone had sent to FRS, that just happened to fit the theme of the piece really well- I'll see if I can get the image.
This piece was originally part of the article I wrote for Generation Hex on fact and fiction in magic;
Beyond Fiction
They spoke in thoughts, in flowing light, ribbons of concepts streaming between them like living rainbows, and their thoughts were glorious and about glory. They delighted in their experiences and shared their joy, these transcendent entities of pure consciousness. From time to time in their explorations they would dip into the pool of condensed energy and experience the world bound by time and form, immersing themselves in the illusion of finity. Upon returning from their separation they would reunite as pure energy and exchange their perceptions and discoveries, exhilarated by their experience of the literal world but relieved to be free in the Astral Light once more.
One communicated to another, after a particularly visceral incarnation, their feelings of powerlessness and misery, and the boundaries and limitations they had felt constrained by. The other responded by describing the incredible freedom they had exercised and the intensity of the sensations they had been pummelled by, ecstasy and exhilaration, and they both of them laughed at the pleasing deceits they had convinced themselves of, and together they went to explore infinity and ride the waves of burning truth that echo back and forth across creation in syllables of white fire.
To these beings our reality is a pleasing diversion, an entertainment not to be taken too seriously. They pick up lives as we pick up paperbacks, and afterward forget them as easily or as hard, cherishing the highs and lows they temporarily believed were all that existed.
And they are us, the perceiver, that part of us that experiences all that we experience. We are to them as fictional characters are to us. We seem convincing, but ultimately just evocations of real things, just as a character from a book will never reach from the page and take our hand.
Yet we are real, and they may be fiction. If our lives have validity in the context of a higher reality then fictional beings must have validity in our reality. Fictional beings are the children of our imagination, our creative faculty, as we may be children of the mind of God.
BQFG2005 |
