I’ve been journeying to Wisconsin lately, I’m not entirely sure why, but it’s been nice.<\/p>\n
The first time was a few weeks ago, I was flying through dimensions and found myself in cornfields and farms. I was back in WI, I wasn’t there for long, but it was nice, there was a deep sounding pleasure wrapped around my synapses, going for rides on the sparks.<\/p>\n
Then the other night, my dreams took me there again. It was twilight, wisconsin dusk, a slice of sublime pie. I was with friends I’ve never had; we were playing kick the can. They were waiting for me, everyone was waiting for me, they were calling me to come back and join them, not impatiently or mean, just a gentle murmur, a hum, an undulating whisper…christa, christa.<\/p>\n
I looked back, with my closed dreaming eyes. Then I looked forward, to the other side, where I also was, a different place, where people I DO know were also waiting for me, wondering where I was and what I was doing, asking me, more insistent, less waves, a sharper harder line.<\/p>\n
I was a split screen, christa here and christa there\u00e2\u20ac\u201dsomeplace solid and steadfast, someplace wavering, under water.<\/p>\n
(it was a very strange, liquidy sensation, all over I was wet. The mysteries of time and space are heavy with moisture, did you know?)<\/p>\n
So there I am, I could see myself, like I was the person on the TV screen looking and talking to the camera, and I was also at the same time the person on the watching end of the TV, looking at me on the TV screen as I talked right back to myself. The christa in the TV was meeting up with the christa watching the TV. I knew what was “real” and what was the dream. I knew my physical body lay there on planet earth, october, Massachusetts, with families and jobs and wrinkling skin.<\/p>\n
But the other place, the Wisconsin of dusk turning into a dark milky starry night, that place was also real, just as real, because somewhere, in some universe, in some deep reach of the cosmos, there is a christa playing kick the can with friends. And we met up, briefly, that christa and this one, joining into a flickering kiss.<\/p>\n
We merged, we blended, and then we parted ways, each of us going back to our realities. <\/p>\n
Never though did I feel like I was two separate people, a certain christa here and another one there; I was always just me, living in different moments, different times, different spaces, seeing with eyes of many.<\/p>\n
What lies beneath, I wonder. I hope it’s a journey I continue to take. I’m a bit wary, afraid of what I might find, what we <\/em>might find; afraid of what can be lost, what surely will<\/strong> be lost. The world giveth and she taketh.<\/p>\n Yet, if we don’t go, the unknown will blanket us, leaving us with a cold, sorrowing comfort, weariness as our only sustenance. I can’t live that way. I won’t. So I will open myself up to these journeys, small and big, take them as I can, knowing there is always a balance, shadows because there is light, and welcome it all.<\/p>\n There is more than we see.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I’ve been journeying to Wisconsin lately, I’m not entirely sure why, but it’s been nice. The first time was a few weeks ago, I was flying through dimensions and found… <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[58,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-662","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-best-of-loafe-vol-1","category-random"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.loafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/662","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.loafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.loafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.loafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.loafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=662"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.loafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/662\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1086,"href":"https:\/\/www.loafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/662\/revisions\/1086"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.loafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=662"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.loafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=662"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.loafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=662"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}