dreams are wings aloft on heart's desire.....

Humanity sees under the microscope only what fits. But what happens to the rest of it that doesn't fit? Do we simply write it off by saying it doesn't exist? And just because we say it doesn't exist, does that mean it doesn't exist?.


It's nearly midnight here, my friends, and I've just come in
from sitting on the deck with Santa and having a
cup of coffee, looking up a an incredibly clear sky
with the fullest, biggest, most brilliant moon you can imagine.
It is so bright that only the brightest stars are visible.
And now I know what the colour 'midnight blue' is.
With such a moon as this, the sky isn't black at all;
it's a very deep and dark blue, like a rich velvet.

As Santa and I were sitting there, wrapped in our sweaters
-- well, he doesn't need a sweater with his fur coat!
But I was dreaming about that moon and it occurred to me that,
of course, it's the same moon shining down upon you.
Maybe you can't see it tonight,
and I know you may be sleeping as I stare up at it,
but it's comforting to think of the things we do have in common
even though there are oceans of differences that separate us.

(.....for a dream)

I am surrounded by stacks of books I have
not yet read or dreamed my way through.
They only get put on the shelf when they
merit the position and I've finished with them;
most go out with the trash.

I am experiencing a love/hate relationship with my connection
to the rest of the world. I love ICQ, in that it can bring dreams
right into my 'puter shack. Today I've been chatting with a new
friend in Taiwan about home construction practises there while,
at the same time, I've been chatting with another friend on the
far side of the world, in Egypt, about their lost love. But there is
no time to develop the dreams associated with my friends; it's pretty
difficult to be lost in reverie of rural life in the far east and/or the
contemplation of devastation of a fellow human's heart when
suddenly that parrot startles you with his squawking, "Oh Oh,"
to inform of the next installment to your education.
I must learn to disconnect from the world
as I'm connecting to the reality of my dreams.


"As to thy question concerning the worlds of God. Know thou of a truth that the worlds of God are countless in their number, and infinite in their range. None can reckon or comprehend them except God, the All-Knowing, the
All-Wise. Consider thy state when asleep. Verily, I say, this phenomenon is the most mysterious of the signs of God amongst men, were they to ponder it in their hearts. Behold how the thing which thou has seen in thy dreams is, after a considerable lapse of time, fully realized. Had the world in which thou didst find thyself in thy dream been identical with the world in which thou livest, it would have been necessary for the event occurring in that dream to have transpired in this world at the very moment of its occurrence. Were it so, you, yourself would have borne witness unto it. This being not the case, however, it must necessarily follow that the world in which thou livest is different and apart from that which thou hast experienced in thy dream. This latter world hath neither beginning nor end. It would be true if thou wert to contend that this same world is, as decreed by the All-Glorious and Almighty God, within thy proper self and is wrapped up within thee. It would be equally true to maintain that thy spirit, having transcended the limitations of sleep and having stripped itself of all earthly attachment, had, by the act of God, been made to traverse a realm which lieth hidden in the innermost reality of this world. Verily I say, the creation of God embraceth worlds besides this world, and creatures apart from these creatures. In each of these worlds He hath ordained things which none can search except Himself, the All-Searching, the All-Wise. Do thou meditate on that which We have revealed unto thee, that thou mayest discover the purpose of God, thy Lord, and the Lord of all worlds. In these words the mysteries of Divine Wisdom have been treasured.........."

.....Baha'u'llah: Gleanings from the Writings of Baha'u'llah; excerpt from LXXIX

DREAM (word origin) comes from the Olde English dream,
which meant joy, jubilation. Thus, when we say someone is a
real dream or has a dream job, we are using dream
in something approaching its original sense.

FANTASY (word origin)
comes from the Greek phantasia, appearance, phantasm, imagination.
The word is based on phantazesthai, to have visions,
which comes from phainein, to show,
and phainesthai, to appear
(from which we get our word phenomenon).
Fantasy has been in English now for about 600 years
and for much of that time it has been merely
a variant spelling for fancy.
The Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, edition of 1863,
gives it a one-line entry: "Now spelled fancy."
The evolution of fancy and fantasy as two separate words
with separate pronunciations and distinct although related meanings
is thus a very recent development.

The midi sequence is titled Sand Song
(Original Composition) from: Don Carroll
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