That's a very interesting idea... so you're saying that people often do see these things, but they avoid admitting/mentioning it because they're afraid it will sound weird? For example, the unease a boy has inquiring about the snow-storm in the short story "Snowed" by Carol Lay.
When we were learning about this world, as tiny children, we saw many things that weren't there, according to our parents. MommieGod and DaddyGod shaped our universe by what they decreed was and wasn't. This universe is made of Stimuli, which we percieve as sight, sound, touch...literally everything. We are our universe, in a sense. We feel things differently, each from the other of us, depending on what we have decided that this or that particular feeling means. Agony to one is Ecstasy to another. Sorrow to one is Rejoicing to someone else: it depends on what we have decreed to be. People see many things that they don't respond to simply because they have decided not to. Perhaps you'll see me padding down the street as a wolf rather than a human...but you will insist the I'm human, and thus will "see" me as such...until you decide that wolf=human=being called DuneShadow...then you'll see both of me. ANd I'll see you as a human called Waywind, until you permit me to see the griffin or the elf or whatever you feel you really are. A stranger asks: What are you...what would be your reflex response? I'm being serious here...until you can say what YOU ARE, as well as WHO, just like everyone else, you won't be seeing things that are there, and seeing things that aren't. It's no different with me. It's a struggle to force myself to BE the wolf I am...but when I am successful, I do notice that children, animals, and even some people respond to the Wolf walking beside them, not the human. Wouldn't it be funny if our Humanity were but a dream that we, in our real forms, were indulging in? Perhaps that is what death is: we wake up as ourselves...and nobody can see us anymore, until they wake up themselves. Lady's Peace be with you....
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Date: 2006-05-08 10:22 pm (UTC)Once upon a time...
Date: 2006-05-09 03:01 am (UTC)This universe is made of Stimuli, which we percieve as sight, sound, touch...literally everything. We are our universe, in a sense. We feel things differently, each from the other of us, depending on what we have decided that this or that particular feeling means. Agony to one is Ecstasy to another. Sorrow to one is Rejoicing to someone else: it depends on what we have decreed to be.
People see many things that they don't respond to simply because they have decided not to. Perhaps you'll see me padding down the street as a wolf rather than a human...but you will insist the I'm human, and thus will "see" me as such...until you decide that wolf=human=being called DuneShadow...then you'll see both of me. ANd I'll see you as a human called Waywind, until you permit me to see the griffin or the elf or whatever you feel you really are.
A stranger asks: What are you...what would be your reflex response? I'm being serious here...until you can say what YOU ARE, as well as WHO, just like everyone else, you won't be seeing things that are there, and seeing things that aren't. It's no different with me. It's a struggle to force myself to BE the wolf I am...but when I am successful, I do notice that children, animals, and even some people respond to the Wolf walking beside them, not the human.
Wouldn't it be funny if our Humanity were but a dream that we, in our real forms, were indulging in? Perhaps that is what death is: we wake up as ourselves...and nobody can see us anymore, until they wake up themselves.
Lady's Peace be with you....