Adolescence

A time of dreams

A beer brings memories at times … tales of the childhood … when the Prince thought he had it all … and was in line for the throne. Perhaps he was hasty … or engaging the wrong kind of savvy. Tried to knock the King off his seat … but was in for a shock of his life. He was thwarted in the attempt by a friend of the king … a friend! The Prince was beside himself with disbelief. Why would a friend raise such concerns for the King?

 

The Prince racked his mind for days. He never believed that the King's friend was anything more than a plain Joe … unaccustomed to the intrigues of the palace ( mind ) … and never really thought a friend would risk his comfort for a tottering old fool … who was on his last legs anyway. What is friendship? … the Prince wondered. Certainly he had underestimated the whole situation … entirely.

 

Undoubtedly … at adolescence … a kid gets an overview of life … in its entirety … and in a strange way … it seems to emanate from him … as if it is him … in the role of the puppeteer … in a stage of expectations. A mild confidence arises … in relation to his where-it-all … and he moves with all the assuredness of a matador in an arena of spectators … cheering him on … to accomplish what nobody has done before. He is their hope … salvation … and the gate to almighty glory.

 

And he thought he might do just that. Toss the King out of the palace … take over the throne … and bring the adoring life … to the people … that's denied by the King. And he's just the one to do it too. Schooled in the art of games … an eye for precision … a calm that brought to him the vision of angels … he was the picture of youth … set to re-define life … and everybody seems to think so.

 

It occurred to the Prince … a little later … that he was playing both sides of the fence. He had assumed that he understood the King on the throne … that he was Prince and he was in intimation of the privy of the King's thoughts … his insecurities … fears … and doubts. But the life that unfolded before him thereafter … persuaded him to ponder … rather than reject the role of the King that he was intimated into.

 

And in coming back to the incredulous role … that he had previously simply played … he realizes that … the experience of King of the Kingdom … is also like the Lord of the Manor … a CEO of a conglomerate company … a man in charge of the home … or a man in contact with his thoughts. So why had he simply played at it? It was no more than the insecurities … doubts … and fears of his own understanding of the self. He is the dream … from whence the King came.

 

There's a public park … not too far from here … that I used to frequent … which caused a strange sensation in my passions. It had an effect on my body … as if it produced a touch on the tissues … the cells … and drew from them a sensation of the presence … of someone like a King of the realm. I ignored it for a while and then … one day … drew a bead around the park … and realized that it was shaped like a man … asleep on his side. There was a curious coincidence of plants … children's playground stuff … arranged like a depiction of head … heart … legs and so forth.

 

The ground itself was flat … grassy … and the earth … like so many grains of sand … seemed to suggest to my mind … the Indic depiction of Vishnu … lying on the serpent Sesha … in the ocean of creation. The tales suggest millions of being emanating from his body … that came to take life in the manifestation of creation. But here in the world … the stories refer to the body of a woman … who takes to a specialization of understanding the workings of her body … and its dream of the perfect man.

 

I faced the prospect of coming into contact with an experience of my adolescence … that was dream based … to which my Prince had applied my competitive spirit to try to gain as my own personality.  It was something sub-conscious … like having too much to drink over dinner. But I had set this aside … and simply worked on my career … and eventually my studies on the human condition. I understand to some extent the workings of mind today … and it gives me great comfort and a good health … but I figure the dream continues in its journey into the future … for a greater accomplishment.

 

I had made a conscious decision to break from my dream images … and work on what's practical and physical in my experience. Today the dream returns to compare itself with my physical nature … and creates an assurance … that the human aspect in my experience … has turned out nicely. It suggests that perhaps someday … I'd like to work on the God aspect and the future specie. It assures me that … that is the search of the creative energies.

 

The seven seas of the world has always inspired me … in the way … I have pictured the body … functioning with the bones … tissue … blood and fluids … nerves … and organs. It formed the inspiration … for book 2 : The Vasellian Sea …   of the epic … The Legend of the Hearth. But I remind myself that I would have to defer to the experience of a woman … in the way that translates … as self understanding and self management. It defies the normal conventions of speech to express the experience.

 

It has been the practice to refer to the body as Gaia … Goddess of the earth … in a way that relates to nature and the practices of pagan understanding. But I think it might be more than that today. I believe it might be possible to cultivate in that experience … the personality of the woman … and her dream personality of the man … that arises naturally … in that order. It would prove a great revelation … of our times. Another beer?