I left the guarded boundaries of my palace to the enter the real world, Cyn has wrapped his body around me and now is safely snuggled as a tattoo that lies on my shoulder and peeks out of my shirt protecting me from whatever wants to do me harm.
I am sitting on a bench in the city surrounded by trees watching the world walk by and viewing it’s dramas.
I have my music playing in my ears and can only watch peoples faces and see and feel their energy flow around them.
A couple just walked by with joy radiating from them as they laughed, several others have walked by with those disinterested expressions and distance between them. Some radiate tragedy, others anger and so very many are lost and confused. I am amazed how many have physical bodies here but have no presence or life.
Across the way from me is a group of four people playing out the drama of their own making, one guy for a second looked like he was passing out and dying and is now in a verbal fight with the one who looked like he was trying to help him. Drugs, lack of intelligence maybe just another person who lacks life.
What is it about this world as we live in it now that causes such a disinterest fro being here? During the depression people worried about just eating, during war people worried about dying, that this was the end. But, now we have everything; technology, money, the capability to go anywhere and be anything but we still try to disappear from it all, that we refuse to live, that we refuse to love.
Across the way from me on the other side are two women, both sitting lost in thought, a cloud of loss and sadness covering both of them. Tears fall and grief covers their faces, the hold tissues in their hands to dab away the tears when grief overwhelms them. Are they talking about the loss of a lover or the death of a loved one?
And now a person walks by filled with joy and touches everyone with her golden energy as they passes by.
I am reminded of Charles de Lint’s ongoing theme of the Dream Tree that grows faster and larger than any tree in the park because it thrives on the stories of peoples lives.
So many people walking by lost in drugs, lost in misery and yet a father and his son are in the same world pointing up into the tree completely participating in the joy of this life.
Do you think when people finally stop to notice anything at all that everything will just cease to exist?
The man on drugs continues on in his own universe now curled in feeling a pain buries so deep he just curls in on himself and cries.
Everyone lost in their own drama.
There is always the question of what is our universe, what is our world. I sit and I watch the world move and continue, but I don’t belong to their worlds, their universe. I can feel their emotions beat upon my energy and I feel them drain my emotions but they are all figments that slide by as if they are not even there.
And so I just remove myself from that world and withdraw my energy and I am no more part of that world, but instead back in my castle.
