Waking up in a dream today that saw a complete revision of some history as I had known it. The effects of which leaves me wondering of the acceptance of the people around me, of the realness of appearance of walking about like in a dreaming mind.

I went for a walk one day last week, that while there be an appearance of realness that I be walking in a misty rain, it was a feeling of being sure that I be walking in a misty rain in a dream, rather than the recognition to the reality, that I just be walking in a misty rain.

When continuing the journey through time, the 'roses' begin to bring the fragrance of change. The thoughts of beauty bring peace to the mind. Then the chaos tries to overwhelm those who bring peace. To keep the peace in the midst of chaos is the challenge for some, who do not see the beauty of the 'rose', as the 'rose' is destroyed. Reality being, the 'rose' was hidden. Beauty then becomes not a consideration in the journeys of life. It is for want of power that beauty is brought under control, and hidden from memory.

As one famous author had said;

“There is no real history. History is indeterminate, suffering from the external forces. There are no external forces while dreaming. It is upon awakening that external forces give the touch of relative realness.”

---Charles Fort, Book of the Damned

An image of an 'untouched' memory:

.
.
Robert
Sarnia, Ontario
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------