The Ability To Travel...

To someone watching a body seated in a tranquil state may assume the individual to be there resting their body and their eyes.  Yet what the viewer fails to see is that the individual being viewed is not really there seated before them.
  
I cannot say that I know what other writers or artists see or feel nor shall I assume.  However, from my own perceptive, I go to another place even if my eyes are open.  It may start as a single image and from that single image a story develops not from my intent to write it, but from something else.  Sometimes during a discussion, I note a topic and before I know it, I have a short story.  Again, I have to see it.

In the phase of the view overlay, what is solid before me disappears and is replaced by something else.  Often I type with my eyes closed so that I am better able to catch most of what I see.  I could say the same about drawing.  It is not a matter of “hey, I am going to go write or draw now.”  It calls upon me and not I upon it.  To me, I am neither a writer nor an artist in the sense that those are my labels, but more so that I can do these things.

Right now I wish to travel to another time and space to see what else lies beyond my anatomical.  If only I could go beyond that which I can call up upon a moment’s notice.  Do you travel into your own past and see it, smell it, and feel it?  It is so easy to do that, but at the moment, too mundane for me to attempt.  Fantasy can be created from what is known based on prior knowledge, but that too would be a mundane endeavor right now.

If only I could go back to the sea of the snail!  I do remember it and can envision it again from memory, but I want to see past the translucent tower to see what lies beyond it.  In this place I can move between the solid or seemingly so into the sky in which I see massive birds of many colors that only glide.  It is the place of seafoam green seas that do not follow what we view as natural wave patterns and in which the sky is purple without a sun.  Here, the people need for nothing and seem content.  Here, there is no land in sight.  It is a place where I do not know what I am yet I am not alone as I am being guided while awake and sitting in my chair. ~ Maggie ~ November 16, 2009 @ 4:24 p.m. EST

Addendum: Perhaps it would be worth investing in a tape recorder as so much is lost when flying.