Moonbaby
From the alchemy of good vibes and magic dust, Moonbaby awoke in a dream. Although she was not conceived or born on any moon, planet or star known to any mind within any outer galaxy, she was nonetheless alive, and as vividly awake as anyone would be when living in a dream. Whether it was fact or fiction was not yet clear to her, and anyway to Moonbaby it didn't really matter, as the material world had always been a matter that didn't matter much, except for when it was the matter of a dream, and one particular dream, within a dream. The timeless Moonbaby loved to moondream. She would straddle moonbeams that darted back and forth between her temporary dreambase and its solitary moon. Blessed with the wings of a transcendent presence, her journey each way would take no time, and even when reentering her earthbound life in the dream of a time that passes, she found she could be in two places at once--in the one forever present, as well as within the illusion of a once upon a time life story. Moonbaby much preferred to live in the dreamtime present, it was from there that her moondreams were born.
The moondust baby had left her real home in the forever light of timeless bliss and ventured forth across the astral planes, where the akashic records store the endless volumes of every dream story ever lived. With her third eye's expanded vision, she still could not find any borders or boundaries there, knowing, more intuitively, that they had dissolved into the inconceivable vastness of infinite inner space where all dreamers begin and complete their lifedream journeys. Moonbaby gave a soundless sigh, 'How beautiful…it's all here in my dream!'
The dreamchild felt deeply in tune with the lone satellite and its magical orbit around her dreambase. She would wait with fascination by the dream window of her dream bedroom, every night throughout its moon-thly orbit, it was her time to ride the moonbeam express of her dreams--to the moon.
On her ultimate journey, the moondreamer had entered a dreamspace without the boundaries or conceptual borders that divided individuals--like in the mass confusion of her timebound dreambase, with its busy, chattering minds and such confusing polarities that often turned beautiful dreams into scary nightmares. Her dream within a dream was the perfect alternative world, one that took no time to get to and offered her a retreat from the constant demands of passing time. Moonbaby was nonetheless born of the timeless, and knew she would learn much from the polar planet's relentless challenges, she would live amongst dreamers that had become so accustomed to the persuasions of passing time that they had forgotten they were as timeless as every dreamer within any dream; their magic dust had blown away, but all was not lost. Moonbaby was awake, the magic dust had blown back.
Time has no meaning in a moondream, its noisy thoughtforms and emotions could not penetrate the still silent peace wrapped around her, and the moon itself was now her portal to the pristine peace of an Eden, a Shangri-la. Being in two places at once was an indescribable experience--'A moonbaby's birthright?' she wondered…not knowing if only moonchildren could live in a dream as real as this, a dream so unlike the dream that dreamers dream on the time-snatching dreambase; dreams within the dream of life there, that spring up in sleep and then dissolve like fleeting ghosts upon waking. 'On the one hand, in the same instant, I am here, then again on the other…I am there!' In the way of a dream she was most content to be outwardly at her window, earthbound in a timespace; and inwardly, where a moonbaby is most alive, above time and 'over the moon'--thrilled to be 'awake in a dream'. All around her she could feel the moon's magnetic rhythms pulling at her heart strings--feeling its calming effect on her own emotions and to things happening in her dreambase 'below'. Moonbaby observed the timebound chaos within the dreambase, so relieved now to be awake again after what seemed like a sleep within a passing of ages. She could feel in her heart the pain, anger and frustration of all the dreamers that believed their dreambase to be 'rock solid'. Yet time and again their lifedreams would dissolve, like waves on the ocean. It was the way of dreams not to be subject to any length of any time that appears to pass in any dream…but a question did pop up from somewhere, maybe from her bedroom window, where her dreambase self was still standing: 'As solid as a rock! Or is it all a dream?'
Moonbaby juggled with the options for what seemed like a 'while', but she soon realised there was no time to pass in her moondream--and no answer was ever necessary, not even a yes or no, or an either/or; it was a dream, after all. Her bedroom window came sharply into focus now, her dream could only be now, and her moonspace opened into another dimension even more totally wondrous than any dream before (though not before anything). Propelled by the twin engines of the deepest vibrations and the most magical moondust, she leapt from her window, landing a little awkwardly on the timeless wings of her own pioneer spirit. There was no outer space in this inner journey--it wasn't like a journey at all, more like opening a door into a house she had never left; such was the paradox of travelling inwards. There might have been a sign there--a dream arrow…to the 'final frontier'.
Now an intra-terrestrial, with a third eye opening wider than she ever imagined possible; her wings, like an inner spacecraft, had probed deeper and deeper into vast oceans of space, a space unfolding on itself in upward and inward circles and spirals. The pioneer wings took her further and further and yet still, like before, there was no distance to measure, not even a destination to arrive at. She had always been there…
Within her own inner space, Moonbaby and her moondream were one and the same now, the 'now', that is, of the forever present; she was not only the child of the moon, but in the deepest depths of the ocean of forever, she had found the true identity she had never lost. Mother and child as one, ruling the dreamtides' ebbing and flowing, forever together in celestial harmony…
Back at her window in the same instant, the full moon was now fuller and far, far brighter than ever before.
The moondust baby had left her real home in the forever light of timeless bliss and ventured forth across the astral planes, where the akashic records store the endless volumes of every dream story ever lived. With her third eye's expanded vision, she still could not find any borders or boundaries there, knowing, more intuitively, that they had dissolved into the inconceivable vastness of infinite inner space where all dreamers begin and complete their lifedream journeys. Moonbaby gave a soundless sigh, 'How beautiful…it's all here in my dream!'
The dreamchild felt deeply in tune with the lone satellite and its magical orbit around her dreambase. She would wait with fascination by the dream window of her dream bedroom, every night throughout its moon-thly orbit, it was her time to ride the moonbeam express of her dreams--to the moon.
On her ultimate journey, the moondreamer had entered a dreamspace without the boundaries or conceptual borders that divided individuals--like in the mass confusion of her timebound dreambase, with its busy, chattering minds and such confusing polarities that often turned beautiful dreams into scary nightmares. Her dream within a dream was the perfect alternative world, one that took no time to get to and offered her a retreat from the constant demands of passing time. Moonbaby was nonetheless born of the timeless, and knew she would learn much from the polar planet's relentless challenges, she would live amongst dreamers that had become so accustomed to the persuasions of passing time that they had forgotten they were as timeless as every dreamer within any dream; their magic dust had blown away, but all was not lost. Moonbaby was awake, the magic dust had blown back.
Time has no meaning in a moondream, its noisy thoughtforms and emotions could not penetrate the still silent peace wrapped around her, and the moon itself was now her portal to the pristine peace of an Eden, a Shangri-la. Being in two places at once was an indescribable experience--'A moonbaby's birthright?' she wondered…not knowing if only moonchildren could live in a dream as real as this, a dream so unlike the dream that dreamers dream on the time-snatching dreambase; dreams within the dream of life there, that spring up in sleep and then dissolve like fleeting ghosts upon waking. 'On the one hand, in the same instant, I am here, then again on the other…I am there!' In the way of a dream she was most content to be outwardly at her window, earthbound in a timespace; and inwardly, where a moonbaby is most alive, above time and 'over the moon'--thrilled to be 'awake in a dream'. All around her she could feel the moon's magnetic rhythms pulling at her heart strings--feeling its calming effect on her own emotions and to things happening in her dreambase 'below'. Moonbaby observed the timebound chaos within the dreambase, so relieved now to be awake again after what seemed like a sleep within a passing of ages. She could feel in her heart the pain, anger and frustration of all the dreamers that believed their dreambase to be 'rock solid'. Yet time and again their lifedreams would dissolve, like waves on the ocean. It was the way of dreams not to be subject to any length of any time that appears to pass in any dream…but a question did pop up from somewhere, maybe from her bedroom window, where her dreambase self was still standing: 'As solid as a rock! Or is it all a dream?'
Moonbaby juggled with the options for what seemed like a 'while', but she soon realised there was no time to pass in her moondream--and no answer was ever necessary, not even a yes or no, or an either/or; it was a dream, after all. Her bedroom window came sharply into focus now, her dream could only be now, and her moonspace opened into another dimension even more totally wondrous than any dream before (though not before anything). Propelled by the twin engines of the deepest vibrations and the most magical moondust, she leapt from her window, landing a little awkwardly on the timeless wings of her own pioneer spirit. There was no outer space in this inner journey--it wasn't like a journey at all, more like opening a door into a house she had never left; such was the paradox of travelling inwards. There might have been a sign there--a dream arrow…to the 'final frontier'.
Now an intra-terrestrial, with a third eye opening wider than she ever imagined possible; her wings, like an inner spacecraft, had probed deeper and deeper into vast oceans of space, a space unfolding on itself in upward and inward circles and spirals. The pioneer wings took her further and further and yet still, like before, there was no distance to measure, not even a destination to arrive at. She had always been there…
Within her own inner space, Moonbaby and her moondream were one and the same now, the 'now', that is, of the forever present; she was not only the child of the moon, but in the deepest depths of the ocean of forever, she had found the true identity she had never lost. Mother and child as one, ruling the dreamtides' ebbing and flowing, forever together in celestial harmony…
Back at her window in the same instant, the full moon was now fuller and far, far brighter than ever before.
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Louis Cennamo is a retired pro musician, poet/creative writer and holistic healer. He has a wealth of life experience in these fields that colours his creative writing--mostly in the form of metaphysically themed poems and short stories; fifteen of which have been published since he began submitting them three years ago. His works are mainly esoteric and intuitive, sometimes dream-like and meditative, emanating from the still silence always there in the space between each word.
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