Astral Menageries

 by Shaun Lawton  

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     In between portals that look like golden framed paintings (or gilded mirrors) a plethora of alternate dimensions lie in wait for those few brave and adventuresome souls lucky enough to have persisted in their respective quests that they are ineluctably led into the heart of one of these galleries spread throughout the labyrinth. 

      All manner of beings sharing a remarkable diversity of attributes assemble in these menageries among the stars, since travelers that breach these disparate domains always leave ghostly traces shed from the reverberations of their harmonic imprints, even the vaguest wisp of a memory can be sufficient to rekindle the fading flame of any lost spirit and bring it back from the dead, so to speak. 

    The very shapes of the legends themselves mimic the sigils and circumlocutions of the most eloquent scripts, casting shadows further stretched out of shape upon the screens of paranoia, known in local parlance as the human mind. Any remaining disclaimers have been rendered obsolete during the initial agreement to render a simulation as close to the real thing that could possibly be manufactured. Of course this detail so often goes forgotten. 

      The corporeal manifestation of similar attributes have been traced back to both analog and placebo root influences. In other words, every once in a while, random new species are borne through purely imaginary anatomical representation. The vectors of memory and desire coordinate in ever spiraling variations, resulting in the myriad expressions of bodily form inculcated throughout the cosmos. 

     The truth remains both congealed and concealed right out in the open, just as it always has for the treaders upon its myriad surfaces. And that's the little-thought-about phenomenon that these gilded frameworks which provide ingress and egress from polarities of alternating rivers of plasmic currents (heretofore unfathomable nor to be rendered fallible under present conditions) have a tendency to leak. 

   Considering the interlinking of systems throughout Laniakea archive under a constantly evolving set of absolute cosmic laws from the mortal perspective of incarnated beings strung through the echoing spectrum, each respective universal subset foregoes the necessity to "bail out" excess energy which results in that leakage to spill over into the subsequent linking harmonic subverse of the ever expanding system.  The circumlocutionary aria resulting becomes the song of that particular stellar season.  

    What the eye sees, the mind conjures of necessity.  From astral menageries to stellar parallaxes, the conjurations mind themselves. Deep inside the central chambers of the host of minds the grain of truth remains embedded as a long forgotten memory.  It's the knowledge that nothing is real and even the congregation of all the kingdoms of Animalia and concurrent life-enriching fauna together amount to a high-pitched fever dream relegated to the department of illusions in the bestiary of segregated fantasies. 

    Let reading this passage be a reminder that we're all wandering conjurers of phantom images lost together in an unfathomable labyrinth which serves as a gallery of paintings and mirrors we not only may step through and into the respective worlds they reflect but more to the point just by gazing into them we remain the dreaming specters of life itself manufacturing our world to explore so that we may get lost in our dreams repeatedly over time. 

     Simply differentiate the many little sleeps and excursions which spill over and seep into the bigger cat naps taken across an expansive life of adventure that keeps delivering us to the next level of this rising river running the course of time itself woven among the starry constellations that lie beyond not just our sleepless nights and restful days but wide open before us as an invitation to keep on exploring this endless gallery of treasures and opportunity for the rest of our lives.