Tell-A-Vision, what do you see?

Poetry by The Irrational Sage

The outer world has a vision for your life and it’s always telling you what that looks like, what its wish for you is, how you should live, what you should believe.

It’s hard to change the channel sometimes, a channel that is so comfortable and habitual, a channel that has a hold like an invisible hypnotist following you everywhere you go.

The tell-a-vision is a time warp that can steal your thoughts and replace them with new ideas that aren’t your own, it’s passive, thus, easier to ooze into the subconscious and root.

If you close your eyes, what vision can you imagine for your life, what do you give yourself permission to dream that is vastly different from the expectations of the world around you? Why do we only think there are two choices, when there are many?

Imagination is a key to unlocking new realms. Bringing the higher mind and its rationality into the imaginative state weaves threads of potential into tangible steps made manifest in reality. Thus, to call out the inorganic waves of the artificial trying to capture us in its web without also knowing what is possible for the door to open up to, is to be trapped inside someone else’s picture-show.

The screen is a grey box, like our world that has become the same: sterile, cold, dead, without the imagination. It is up to each of us to breathe color back into vision again, one by one the buildings of old return in splendid and ornate beauty, because one-by-one we allowed the creative essence to flow again in our own “house”…it is a duty…a responsibility to the Creator, a counter-balance to the numbed out stares manufactured through screens that have deprived the true essence of the hues available to us, as exemplified in the natural world, for which we must remember. Like the movie, The Wizard of Oz, showed us…the creative and chaotic swirling of letting our primal nature exist in its undertone, the moving current that breathes life into substance, is to “turn” the black and white into a vivid spectrum of beautiful living.

As Jung said, “normality is a fine idea for those who have no imagination.”

What colors will you paint as your life? What symbols do you recognize as guideposts or warnings? What view are you stepping in to witness? Are you telling a vision that lives in color or black and white? How are you influenced by the tell-a-vision’s talking heads….the new window dressings of shopping malls that live inside rooms in your head? Every morning is a blank canvas, what does it look like at the end of the day?