The frontier is not in the Jungles of Peru; It is not in the mountains of Tibet; It is not riding on the bobsleds in the Antarctic; It is not in the caves of Africa; It might appear within the games; but it is not.
It lies into the realm of the imagination; For it is in the realm of the imagination where electric fences are faced and screamed over and fought over; and life and death wars for freedom are won. whether the filth of the past will continue to control or one breaks free.
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Lately Ive made headway into the realms of the imagination; I have been using my imagination; but it may be only this morning that I have actually begin moving into the second step exploration of the uncharted territory of what Einstein speaks of... Thus it begins.
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The questions is; how does one recreate a childhood fit for the exploration into the realm of the imagination; That is the brutal key. And thus; I have done so. However, lets not get arrogant about it. Im like a rambunctious child; Ive just gotten up. and Im readying the day to go play outside in the backyard; then eat; then get on my bike and go visit my friends house.. My friend and I are going out back to play in the tree fort; climb the giant pine tree; go to the library that morning; then go to his Grandfathers house to go fishing in the backyard. we may be floating down steam in inner tubes this afternoon; not sure. And at some point Ill be back because I want to watch my favorite TV shows. play with my plastic model kits... Ill lay down and dream and then im going out on the porch to draw and paint... I can feel the heat from the sun on the grass.. I look up and see the sky
I have to practice the guitar...
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its like an electric fence; being out on the edge. my nervous system is fully intact with excitement; but also with fear. this is not a game when being within the realm of the imagination. Its a dangerous occupation like all adventurous occupations. The work before hand is heartbreaking... and this heartbreak is what makes things dangerous. Its a different set of signals when in dealing with. some cause life some cause defeat. The key is to stand in the signals of defeat and not back away but stand there.. let it absorb as if its raining and the rain is all over you. This truly is the loneliness of the adventurer. It is also the freedom of a little kid. In the end; the loneliness is my friend for I own this frontier; I am the loneliness; I own this aloneness; I am the King. And I have the ability to run into the arms of those I want to love and love them first and give to them and receive; but that is of another set of developmental exercises within the realm of the imagination.
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Ive created space; if you know what I mean. The blackness. The air is full of black paint. The air is full of black pain; but its exciting; its existing; it breaths.... and I am its air..and I breath. I am a set off eyes floating around wandering and wondering... Im looking at stuff on the walls.
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So; the tundra of black spaces. and in the dark lies the electric fence. And to be up to speed is a marvelous thing.
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How does one combine reality with this realm of imagination.. Hard work fixes everything.
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Abuse and the mother of the torture chamber.
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The horror of it all. The loneliness. To be controlled out of ones thinking or processing. To be controlled by someone putting a leash on ones neck and using them as a leach.
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To see what I dont want to see and feel. To move within the imagination is freedom.
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To face things within the imagination is childhood.....
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So; Im back in my childhood.
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I dont want to accept it.
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At some point; what am I trying to say. The work is to be in the adventure to the fare edges of reality where the electric fences lie. To walk into them and be. to feel the pain and the fear and the loneliness and look around. To scream and understand. To scream and understand nothing but stand their anyway with a smile on your face. ITs exciting... Its the edge of the universe.
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To be in ones own time. To be present within time; intimately processed with all information. Time and I are friends.
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To face the imagination. To create space requires courage. but it requires the intelligence to know better and to know why. Its a smart thing to do; to play; to play another day. Im just wondering around in my imagination... Im looking around; Im looking up.
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Within the imagination lies hope.
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My first love; I never followed through with her; I turned on her; I turned against her. But in the imagination this can be changed. For life is created and killed; it dies within the imagination...
Life can be changed within the imagination. Life can be created within the imagination.
I wanted so badly to love her; but I was to timid. But this can be changed; within the imagination life can be reversed and changed; Time can be forced to stand still.
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A war can rage within the imagination where it should be.
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Should a war rage within the imagination; yes; for one stands in the field of the electric fence and ponders reality; a forward motion; look around.
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I am free to say goodbye
I am free to say Hello
I am free to disappear
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Select the room of the haunted house you wish to stay in.
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In the realm of the imagination is the pain to be faced with force. I can see the electricity flying from the grinders wheel. I can feel the friction; I can face the aloneness..... I am the sparks; and Ive landed and Im at several different places at once.
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I can recreate time within my imagination...
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Hard work is the key... Not just any work; hard work is the key. You'll will know hard work; it will know you. You will get mad at hard work. It will love you anyway.
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All things are possible.
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Ive just started.
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