“The poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name; such tricks hath strong imagination.” William Shakespeare
(‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’ (1595-6) act 5, sc. 1, l. 7)
“I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!” J.M. Barrie (Peter Pan)
“WE are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams,” by Arthur O’Shaugnnessy
(also made popular by Gene Wilder in the movie, “Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.”)
The Imaginarie Dimension Drawing Series by Gregga J. Johnn
THE IMAGINARIE DIMENSION
Here be the most delightful and the most terrifying dimension to dabble in. I doubt any human truly understands the power held in this domain, nor do many understand the open access that each individual soul (and soul-part) has to that power.
If the Light Dimension is the home of Elohim, then the Imaginaire Dimension is the workplace of the Creator. As children, we are fresh and new out of the Presence of our created beginning, so filtering our souls in and out of this creative Imaginarie dimension is second nature to us. It is only in growing old that the rigidity of our soul skeleton, being the framework that our soul is built upon, becomes brittle and fragile (as pictured by the physical bones of our bodies). We must consistently exercise our Imagination in order to remain fluidly able to slip in and through this dimension.
Often in our oldest age upon this earth, we slip back into the fleeting reality of this dimension. In fact, the “illness” of Dementia is the practical reality of slipping off this physical realm of thinking and wavering through the Imaginarie and Memory Dimension most of the time.
Many Humans pity people with dementia. It’s considered a failing and something to be avoided, put away into a home, and hoped that it never happens to you. Granted, the way humanity is often required by social expectation to live within the confines of this physical realm, it is very difficult for those who make their home in other dimensions to relate to the physical. Where things bleed over into the physical realm, on the boarder crossings, life can be very difficult. Reality is harsh and abrupt after the fluid flexibility of other realms. But, why must we insist upon everyone living in the physical realm only?
Here’s a personal example of my privilege to live with a Lady who has dementia. I call her Princess Pearl and she has the loveliest of lives, except on those days when reality of the physical realm creeps in to haunt and remind her that she’s not really present here anymore.
We live on a farm where, in Princess Pearl’s mind, she is the royal ruler over all things. Everything belongs to her and all things run for her benefit. Though, that is not the case in physical reality. I am a companion, here to make sure she eats, has her pills, bathes, and has a healthy physical environment to exist in. She’s not very productive, by social or business standards. But, most days she’s happy and isn’t that really what we all want; to pursue a happy life?
It’s sometimes difficult for me to navigate and negotiate the boarder crossings of her home dimension with the physical dimension. And some days, I must practice extreme patience with her grumpiness at the harsh bump, when her mind returns to the physical realm and realizes she can no longer climb a ladder to chop the dead limbs off the tree in the front yard, or that she’s denied the simple pleasure of driving herself into town. These are most difficult days. But, the majority of her life is lived in the bliss of her own reality. Her private reality flows most consistently through the Memory and Imaginarie Dimensions. What a wonderful way to live, if you can!
Here, I will ask a question to cover over all the souls that “suffer” with Mental Illness and Emotional Disorders. What if these are not illnesses and problems that need fixing in order to live in the physical realm, but rather gifts and super powers from other dimensions that need understanding; to learn how to facilitate? Why must we insist that every soul be required to operate and function in full independence on only this mortal, physical realm?
Some souls are more attuned to different dimensions. Yes, these souls need to be cared for in the physical realm if they want their bodies to remain healthy and alive. But, I’m presenting the idea that instead of laying fault, blame, and the heavy weight of expectation (or judgement) upon these souls for their limited abilities within the physical realm: what if we empower their abilities to roam off this physical realm and help guide them into learning how to best function through these realms, for the health and well being of themselves and the community around them?
Another personal example: when I was in the early stages of learning to facilitate my super-powers (called mental illness), I found a dear sister-friend who did not inhibit me with rules. When she saw me acting out destructive behaviors she would point them out, to make sure I was aware of them, but then say, “ok,” and leave me to my business. This lack of condemnation in complete acceptance freed me of the weight of expectation. I suddenly found myself no longer bound to rebellion in my chains. This freed my soul to stop doing that which was damaging myself. It was a long, daily practice that often hurt and took great effort in blood, sweat, and tears, to come back from damaging patterns of behavior into health well-living. But, now I could actually accomplish this without the yoke of Expectation and Judgement upon my shoulders. It is this yoke that inhibits and crushes the fragile soul away from healing.
A second personal example of this very freedom comes with an unhappier ending. My sister-friend and I also knew someone who’d suffered from metal and emotional distress for over 40 years. His darkness was chained and restrained, locked up and punished, ignored and left to fester in misunderstanding for so long, that when this same freedom I was given, was granted to him, and he was free to begin unpacking his darkness for healing… the trapdoor of his darkness sprang open and consumed him unto death. But, that was not his complete end as energy cannot be destroyed, and story continues after the physical body dies. (This part of his story is private, however. I respect his memory by not speaking his story out of place.)
Thus, we come to where the Dark Dimension bleeds into the Imaginarie Dimension, along with the Memory Dimension. Fear, anxiety, PTSD, revenge and bitterness are all qualities of the darkness that when used as a source to feed the Imaginaire Realm (or empower the shadows of the Memory Realm), it creates horrors and heartaches that no soul should have to endure. But we do. So many of us do this, every day. Such trauma can generate a terminal illness (soul cancer) in us than eats away at our soul while we breathe. For some, this terminal illness will kill the physical body as well.
Yet, if we could just grasp the full power of shining the Light Dimension through our memories and imagination, then the opposite state of being will reign in us, to victory and unmitigated success in all realms, including the physical. This is how I personally healed from mixed-state, multi-cycling Bipolar disorder, severe anxiety, and addiction. These dark and toxic states of my soul, no longer rule or have control over me. I am fully healed and freed to live my existence residing in the Light Dimension as my home; from there to step out into all other dimensions, carrying the light with me to heal others.
Successful entrepreneurs write books and do seminars over and over, sharing the wonderful power of talking well to yourself and creating your own future. The power of the Imaginarie Dimension flows through all of us whether we realize it or not. We create our lives by the thoughts and imaginations of our soul. So, when you tell yourself that you hate yourself, you will not lie or let yourself down. You will believe that imagination and continue to hate yourself.
Why not spend your present days like an archeologist sifting through the natural occurrence of shi-poo that comes from living and consuming? Then filter through all that to discover the treasures that hide in your own soul. You must believe there is treasure within you, before you can know where, or do the work, to find it. Believe it! Choose to create wonder and beauty within yourself, however that looks to you. Do you need more of the Light Dimension to see what you’re doing? Add Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness, and the Self-discipline to remain in these aspects. Therein is the Truth of who you are. Therein is the Light!
Oh, if only we would realize how wonderful we can create our own lives to be.
If you don’t take hold of your own will to choose to create your life, then someone else will choose to create what they want in your life and you may not like their reality. So, rise up and Dream! Imagine the soul you want to be. Then spend the rest of your days creating that. What else are you going to do? It’s your life, LIVE IT.
Start now and breathe a breath of Peace…. In… … … Out… … … (repeat).
You are a glorious soul. Find the treasure hidden within and share it with the rest of us. It’s gorgeous. I can’t wait to see you imagine and create your shine.
“Ode”
By Arthur O’Shaughnessy
WE are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world’s great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire’s glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song’s measure
Can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o’erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world’s worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
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