Burning pages #1: Dreams of fire

Note: Burning pages is my attempt to capture some elusive thoughts and observations before they turn to ash.  Call it a journal if you want. 

It all started a long time ago, with a dream of flames.

I was going through a dungeon. As I was descending into the darkness, an eerie, unfamiliar feeling would get hold of me. 

I felt that I am surrounded.

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My assailants were not mere mortals.
These were dead corpses animated by some nefarious spirits, pacing slowly towards me, ramping up their noose around me.  I couldn’t see them but I KNEW, they were there,  getting closer. This was that extrasensory knowledge that is given in some dreams. The noose was getting tighter, and so got the grip of horror.

The demons were coming and I had nowhere to run. 

Then I heard that omnipresent voice. It was powerful, terrifying and it came from WITHIN. It brought the words, which would resonate through me:

“Go for forth and set the world on fire.”

And the flames would burst all around. And I felt…  free.
When I woke up, I was revigorated, fresh. As if something new has started.
I thought I am about to change the world. Start each day by sunset, and become the super-version of myself. 

Almost a decade passed since I had that dream. 

I tried my best in all those years, but for what I know I can’t even change my 2-year-old son to make him stop picking his nose and eating its content (hope you had your breakfast by now, Dear Reader). 

The intricacies of “changing the world” stuff  (however one understands it) became even clearer to me, how gruesome that task is. Not to mention the getting up at sunset part…

It took a freaking pandemic to get me going, again. Things had to hit the fan really hard, so I could realize I that I can’t stay still anymore. That I am not immoral.

That clock is ticking.  It shows 5.30 now and it is time to rekindle the flame.

So here I am setting a fireplace in this remote corner of the worldwide web. 

Scribbling words, which will hopefully illuminate that rusty basement I got sucked myself into through the daily duties.  

Words are carriers of creation, words are carriers of destruction. Just like fire.
Scientists say that all the objects in the universe are contantly resonating collections of atoms, shaped by frequencies. The universe is an echo, one might say, of One Voice. 

It was also words that brought doom upon our miserable species. One bite will not kill you, we were told. Yet it did.

What stories will I bring to you?  

Food for thought, I hope, or rather, fuel for your Inner Fire. 

It will be tales of how I strive to keep the flame in my mortal shell, alive and burning. How I stride through this Brave New World trying not to lose that spark.
That is a great task at hand, cause, I am surrounded.
We are surrounded. Like in that dream of the dungeon. 

We are continuously entertained, dumbfounded, blindfolded, cheered to compliance. We are to remain meek and short-sighted. Muzzled and wearied, we are not to stick our noses from the basement of our overwhelming daily duties. 

The news, technology, and entertainment creators are there forming their cordon around us. The puppet masters, the demiurges of modern society, are always there, ready to serve us, with their viciously concealed dopamine triggers. 

They are armed with mass-media guns, firing sugar-coated brain bullets, that aim for our minds and our very souls. 

We are living in times, wherein the abundance of information the most scarce resource is the Truth. So we need fire in our spirits, in our hearts, in our minds to stay vigilant.

In these crazy times, we need a Flaming Torch, in our search for the Truth. We need that fire not just to push away the darkness, but to burn through the veil that has been cast on our eyes.

We need the flame to scorch those glazing neons that are set on our path.

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Photo by Elijah O’Donnell on Unsplash

So I invite you to read and join me on that journey.  

Keep an open and inquisitive mind. Tread carefully. Question everything. Do not settle on mediocrity, do not hide in the comfort of ignorance. Do not accept blatant stories , nor petty lies but dig deep for the Truth.

And when you finally grasp it, know, that you might get burned. Be ready for it.
So in the end, your Inner Flame will become radiant and strong. Like a beacon of Light.

Go forth, my Friend, and set the world on fire.

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RadSchell

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