As above, so below.
The skies are blue, black, pink and grey- the mind is multifariously multicoloured.
The unconscious- it’s like an ever changing, ever shifting maze; an aspect of the mind, a vast basement to the head.
Your chain of thought threads you through it like a piece of cotton through the eye of a needle. You soar through lighter places and slow down in the darkness; memories leap out and grab you for a while, your own psyche becomes a map to traverse, with emotions lingering as both warning and reward, comfort and torment.
Stress, tiredness, anger, regret- cause everything to tense up, make it harder to navigate and flow through these sometimes racing and sometimes turbulent currents. It turns flowing water into thick sluggish, treacle.
Emotions grip and reinforce the lines of the maze; they are like the ground upon which you tread, littered with holes and weak spots. Sometimes you slip, slide and fall through.
In those most sluggish moments the shadows in the deep places becomes darker and exert more influence- for everything here is constantly shifting and consistently altering.
Then the maze becomes dizzying; the lines of thought spiral away to nothing absolutely nothing, and then hold the point of focus with a harsh and tighter clasp. In those deepening shadows monsters seems to dwell, warning of doubt and of inertia- the longer you freeze the harder it is to get moving again, they tell you.
Distraction darts in and creates an escape; creates a new pathway in front of you. You move again, and you learn; but what have you lost, what do you gain? The lines of the maze rearrange themselves again, throwing you upwards and back to the room of your conscious thought; the room you constructed through work and grace and light.
The light permeates everything constantly, but sometimes thoughts betray us. Sometimes thoughts carry their own intention, and work to undermine the very system they rely upon.
A thought can lead us as far as we follow it, as far as we let it travel.
When that pathway runs too deep or runs too far the monsters and the ghosts have more space to multiply along it’s edges; when the skies are grey and flat above you may let your gaze slip, notice something from the corner of your eye which leers back at you.
Memory, doubt, stress, intrigue- a voice chimes in from outside and the maze shifts again.
You speed back up to the light, and the clear air, but a nagging sense remains of something glimpsed or something long forgotten; something which resonates on the most basest of levels. Steps are taken back in time, to a memory of a day long passed- following the glinting chain of thought, back to the source of that sensation.
And everything changes once more. It only remains the same for the period of time that you remain still.
What holds it all together?
You are the glue which binds this nexus together; this pulsing, writhing, maze exists because you exist. Ever changing, ever shifting; and ever existing.
Like the bright blue, dark grey, soft orange, black skies above our heads, littered with scudding dirty tufts of cloud.
As above, so below.
in ever changing weather conditions