Underground Delights – Creative Blog

Human idiots

Not a creative world

It’s good to be back.. I suppose I never left really, but it’s good to be back in my mind. Continue reading →

Dark staircase

Creative descent

I lay in bed, waiting to drop into that dream state, that other reality that I accept but can’t ever properly recall. Continue reading →

The tribe has arrived

Creative permutations

I dreamt I was part of a tribe, a group of infinite beings of some sort that I cannot comprehend. Continue reading →

Thin thread of hope

Creative confusion

I seem to be floating in an infinite something. Like an unfamiliar night sky. I can’t move, this does not seem to bother me. Continue reading →

You’re an alien

I'm not sure about you any more

I get the feeling that secretly, deep within each person is a unique character, a powerfully different expression of life and has an alternative, strange way of seeing.

I think that maybe the thing that some call the soul or essence is of infinite proportion and wonder. Since we are infinite, we must also be eternal. Infinity and eternal are the same idea from a different angle.

I imagine that we have forgotten our infinite something. We have forgotten that we are infinite and forever even though it continually manifests as intuition, insight and inborn understandings.

I imagine that each species is alien to the other and that within each species, every individual is alien to every other. No wonder we can’t get along! We are all alien to each other. What an amazing thing that some aliens fall in love and can stay that way.

Perhaps we are part of an infinite tribe and manifest on this difficult planet as family and friends. I don’t know if this is true but I know what is not true… the dogmas, religions and generic philosophies taught to us by society!

Anyway, you’re an alien, so there’s no way that you would understand what I am trying to say!

White walls and music

Where is reality?

creative warrior

I really don’t recall why I entered the room. Maybe, I simply followed my wife, I’d follow her anywhere and she loves to go everywhere!

I was surprised at how nothing it was. It was welcoming, urging me to come in and relax. Everything was white – the walls, the ceiling, even the bench seat that was formed from the wall. There were no corners anywhere. It was soft, with gentle and soothing curves. The walls were almost misty. It was a very relaxing and non-obtrusive place to be.

It was like a cocoon that was protecting me from reality (whatever that was). Immediately I just wanted to stay there and relax. After I sat down I noticed a pair of headphones. They very neatly fitted into the curve of the wall. I placed them on my head.

Then it was total immersion in other-worldly music… the sound… it called all of my senses. It was exquisitely beautiful… I was absorbed into the wholeness of my existence… I melted into the misty white walls…

When I awoke I was crying and lying in gentle arms… “There, there my little baby… Mumma is here…”

I caught a single wisp of memory and then I forgot…

What I am

I was curious

It was a dull gray morning, the air was damp and heavy. I was wandering aimlessly, exploring this peculiar town. I don't even know its name. I can't recall how I got here.

A street sign dangling over a dark entrance caught my attention. 'What I Am Lane'. I was curious. Foolishly, I stepped into the narrow slot between the dirty buildings.

What an odd street, it stretched out as far as I could see, an endless alley, framed by scarred stones and age-weary bricks, no windows, no life, even the sky looked flat, dead. The atmosphere seemed to be weighing down on me, crushing against my chest. It was hard to even breathe. I gasped for air.

The ground moved, I felt a shudder. I turned to flee. There was no exit, just a long, long alley. I turned back, there was no exit, just a long, long alley. I'm trapped on 'What I Am Lane'. I can never get off.

I panicked. I think I died.

Inside out world

I imagine my imagination

I imagine a world in a bubble. My world is on the inside of the bubble and space is in the middle of the bubble. We still have an infinite sky because distance is logarithmic. The further you travel in time, the longer distance becomes, so you can never arrive. Space still can’t be conquered because it takes to long to arrive anywhere.

It is like infinity in a bubble. The centre is impossible to reach, it is infinite. There is a sun and planets and everything that you see when you look up into the earth’s sky.

I wondered where such a place could exist? Then one day I realized that man cannot go further than a few miles through the earth’s crust. I wonder if my inverted world lives on the inside of this polluted world?

Maybe I'm not imagining it. Maybe it's true. Maybe my imagining it, makes it true!

How will I ever know?