“Behind the Eye” Story-talking

"Behind the Eye, Story - talking"

 Behind the Eye! A blink! A squint, a reaction reflex processing what the eye’s camera captured!  Blink! Recording the photo taken!  “1” Second; the minds eyes have analyzed the photo seemingly surreal; instantaneously your imagination goes to work! It is individual instinct the FIVE ALIVE knew was vital for the development from their imagination.  You’ve probably never thought of your eyes as being one of the engineers of storytelling!  The process of formulating images is different for everyone; our eyes capture and attach to things we are instinctively attracted to! The process of formulating that image is different for everyone. (Than why is there so many similar shows on network TV? is everyone visualizing and thinking the same way about everything)?

  

The mind inside our eyes! Sounds strange, I know.  After our eyes absorb the photo, “1” second, it’s fed to our brain to become the task for our creative intellect, and what our creative intellect (creative engineering) does with it, is different for everyone (we are not all the same).

 Don’t ignore the silence signals of dreaming!  The perception of images, (remember nightmare) how our eyes translate to mind, creating a sensation, a feeling! WE ALL ADORE A SENSATION, DON’T WE! In the case of NIGHTMARE, a feeling of shiver! We all want to keep alive the desire to create more sensation! (I know I do) inspire your eyes to inject a flow of sensation to BODY and Mind! Imagination! Keep it alive until you die!   We all want to be aroused? Our first sensation of feelings!  Dreams can be traced to images packaged in our eyes, and relayed, MIND, Body!  Let us not disregard the free gift of imagination; we fail to acknowledge the mechanics of imagination! It’s the eyes in FRONT of your mind; instinct chooses the images so you can feel a sensation! (Oh yea)We take the process for granted! We don’t have a choice, it all happens spontaneous!  Dreaming, we take the scenes for being worthless! And leave it at that! Not ever thinking that perhaps there’s more to the story. Most often we disregard our simplest thoughts! Remember the old cliche, “go with your first feeling” Its difficulty to capture the moment, our mind is working overtime to figure things out! Our intelligence tells us to think of a better way! There must be a better way! A better solution!  Stay tuned into scenes that arouse pleasure, a feel good moment!

INSTINCTS! Never try to manipulate who you are! You will insult your own creative intelligence! Never than will you be able to enjoy your own instinctive gifts of creativity! There’s talent there, intelligence! Allow the eyes inside to work!! They will tell you things, plant the seed allowing you to begin a lifetime journey of story.  Awake to imagine! Remember-dreaming awake!    The silent brilliance, our eyes talk to us, it’s up to us to create the imaginable! We just need to listen to our eyes!

“Alive in Heaven did it better than everyone” This is where, in recent history, network television has failed us, neglecting to disassemble stale ancient habits, and redo the paradigm, Blah   

The minds in our eyes know instinct; assembling a road map for every image, listen to what you are being shown! It may be a story to voice! To write!  To paint! A new team of, “FIVE ALIVE ON EARTH” wanting to be heard by you, dreams no-longer concealed, but willing to be revealed.

 Let’s play a game, and don’t be critical, this is for fun! (I know what you’re thinking)!

 You, I and three others are resting on a hill, or  alongside a stream!    For five minutes we keep our mouths shut and allow the minds in our eyes to wonder! To watch, and imagine! Allow our eyes to work!  After five minutes let’s briefly exchange what the minds of our eyes seen!  Let’s do it again! And exchange again! Now, let’s talk about it! Only now include people, things, and dialogue!  Keep story-talking.

Imagine a morning, afternoon or evening of story-talking?

Imagine doing this with five unselfish people, what a wonderful and fascinating story we all would share, it keeps on growing. (There’s a song there)?   

This  is what I spoke about in, “ALIVE IN HEAVEN,” I was lucky to be present for a short time; happy to be  allowed to sit-in during a few of this group of five’s astonishing story- talks. This particular story was build from the minds of five! At the time, the story was probably six years into development; the delivery of imagination was absolutely fascinating! I hope those five I knew on earth, who now are, FIVE ALIVE IN HEAVEN, are still story-talking. I like to think of it as; creative engineering! I’m left with fascinating memories! I hope they have fond memories of me also! I want to believe so! I preserve in mind remarkable voices, sharing thoughts from story-talk!

I was not present at the beginning, but, one particular story, “our time,” originated from…

“STORY-TALKING”

Each of the five alive; is no-longer alive, on earth!

Five Friends

One made friends with one! Than two together made friends with one! Three now together made friends with another! Than four together made friends with one more!

Prime-time TV?  Has not advanced as rapidly as the technology being used to produce it; why? Egos!  To have an impact, lasting impression, innovative and interesting, prime-time entertainment assembly of minds needs to project how / what the human mind thinks, not what someone’s ego thinks it should think? Or what you should think?  Trying not to be perfect is splendid!  Silly talk has infinite capabilities 

 What I spoke about in…DREAM 2 CREATES! Most often we can make an accurate guess to the sequence of events and /or outcome as it correlates to prime-time TV.

Television - visionaries must be working with their eyes closed and have no friends; I can’t believe the mind in everyone’s eyes see nearly the same way!  

STORY-TALK - MAN

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Post script 2; 5 Alive ! Nighttime till Morning; Dark Town Bandits

Nighttime till Morning; 
Dark Town Bandits

It’s too damn dark!

“Hey kid! Stay out of sight!”

SHIT! 
Who’s that? Stay out of sight! If you don’t mind, don’t scare me next time! Who are you?

Danny! My friends call me; Danny Darkness. Oh, and your friends, the boy and girl you’re looking for in Dark Town, they’re hiding, can’t tell you where! Applesauce will be here soon, she will tell you where your friends are! WHAT’S YOUR NAME KID?

My NAME IS BOY!

 Talk your dream so others hear; you’ll be aware how wonderful life is here, on,
HEAVEN ON EARTH!

The distance to there, we know its out-there! Before we leave, our stories we share for everyone to hear!  Those folks up- there, listen to us down- here. “ALIVE IN HEAVEN!” are waiting to hear; you share your story with them up- there.  
Up-there! Between you and them!  Only Air!

No persons will laugh! A person may ask? May I speak with you? It worked for you, will it work for me?  People look, smile and stare, Damn it!  Share with us and them up there!   Forgetting! You, I and others, are still here! ALIVE!

Persons laughed at the, Five Alive!

 Join the fun, others will come.

 Five Alive never lost sight of you and you! They gathered and shared their live of dreams me! I told you before- they were thankful to each other, for finding one- another!  When they talked to themselves others whispered and laughed, so instead of talking with others, they shared their story of dreams with each-other, And I!

After hearing me talk, “to myself,” of course In Tangle Woods Walk! They like the words they heard; to share from a tale, at first it doesn’t seem like much of a scene, when I first seen, a vision in a dream!  It happens to me, I know it happens to you!  Others may whisper and chuckle, look back and stare, rude and unaware! 

“DARK TOWN” Don’t go there; stay far-away, people there don’t want us there. I’ll speak of scenes I see in dream!   Live your life with dreams in your head! Distance to dying will be far ahead!  Let’s gather by plane or train to sit and speak, walk and talk about a place called, Distance 2 Darkness.  

The stories begun, book “1” is done, book “2” is beginning I’m page “1,”

Now with your help, chapter “1” will be done,

Indefinite story, our dreams are alive, just like? The, Five Alive

 This story is fine, keep it in mind! Come along to help me find the reason why, friends of mine, I cannot find, I hope you like it and laugh- along;

Dark Town; Dark Town is a place; it’s not a town, just a place without a face. A place in my dreams I first seen ones face. Danny whispered, “Be Quiet Kid,” sure you’ve heard of a place like this, perhaps you’ve been to a place like this! A place you’ve been told not to go, alone! And often wondered why, you can’t go, alone! Knowing that someday you most likely would go, alone! Even though you were warned, not to go, alone!

Well!  I went, alone, now I’m sorry I didn’t bring you along, I'm lost in Dark Town.   I’ve often wondered why, It’s dark all the time!  People bumping into each other!   People are lost, can’t see, a trick or treat in the dark is nice!  They bump and frump,And wonder; which way is left, and which way is right, and bump and wonder which way, is the right-way. In the dark, those on top, bump! And those getting frump ed, ask which way is up! These people in, DARK TOWN, are up-to-no-good! Soon ill be the hump, getting bumped and frump ed, wondering which way is up, unsure  which way is down, I know myself well, I certainly won’t frown. I hope it’s a treat, and not a trick.

Danny whispers; “Quiet BOY! Keep- out-of-sight”

“Keep-out-of-sight, damn it, all-night”

 

Inside of a dream it seems, delusional. Awaken I analyze the scenes from my dream, visioning these figures bumping around. I assume they’re trying to walk in a straight-line, only to get bumped in the front and behind!   Afraid I might like, someone like me, bumping into me. Touching a cheek; accidentally! Hoping he or she is a friend to me, I’d hate to think I bump and frump with the enemy.

Lost in Dark Town! “BOY” Whispers Danny of darkness!   No Street lights, no on and off switches!   Nights I awaken in panic, damp in the pants.  Somewhere in Dark Town, someone watches and waits for me to speak!   Imagine the fear not knowing who is near, the fear of knowing at any moment, I can be at the bottom of the pile, with a smile?

 Dark Town; I imagine a new scene will place me further in my dream.  This shit scares the hell out of me; its time you and I hunt those down who doesn’t want us around.

Climbing minds live to Dream.

 I will bring back, LIVE; ALIVE IN HEAVEN

 Nighttime till Morning; Dark Town Bandits

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*For now- I will not release short story “1” - Nighttime till Morning; Dark Town Bandits; for I would have failed! Someone! Somewhere! Someday! Will claim to make it their fame to claim! 

Alive In Heaven! Live from Dreams

Alive In Heaven!                   

Come!

Their names I’ve kept secret, their dreams were THEY kept silent; their bodies buried, decaying bone in the ground; faces never known. Every face of the; Five Alive in Heaven now gone; they existed, UN-known. Today, I’m still baffled by the secrecy they kept of their amazing ability of dreaming to imagine, and willingness to share unselfishly what another one thought diligently to imagine. Alive they were brilliant, at the end; I never knew their intention was to die famously unknown. Very unusual I thought, coming from individuals who’s intellect was to create a vision for entertainment non-existent, and clever than most.  I knew very little, what I do know, I will share with you. I know for certain, their quest was to create the most fascinating story ever told. Everyday of their life they lived with the thoughts from images created while asleep, from dreams, discussions, and trips alone to far- away lands, the purpose to  reignite the fire and  desire to build the infinite story; “Climbing Minds; Live to Dream.”  Everyday of their life:  Morning, Noon, and Night!  Softly spoken, thinking others would have thought they were cuckoo if they were let be known of their journey to story.  That’s how it remained; each of the five alive took endless hours of creative engineering to his and her grave.

ALIVE IN HEAVEN!   

 Lucky ! being invited to some of their discussions. These discussions would have lasted till the end of time, if sleep was non-essential and death was not imminent. Alive in Heaven were capable of churning out unbelievable amounts of imagination pieced together as if it was all meant to be that way, and no-other, wonderful, infinite stories.  The last of the Five left not long ago.  THEIR STORY!    Climbing Minds, Live from dreams; was one story five minds left behind alive.  They had hoped one day they could’ve told their story; instead found that it had evolved into a story with no apparent ending, knowing, why force it to end, the reality of  imagination never dies, it keeps on keeping on.

 Their intentions were, GOOD! Their gift to us would have been SPLENDID! 

Alive in Heaven continually created images, lyrics, and text and applied it to the same story, deliberately keeping it alive to evolve, from one simple dream.  They lived with a sense of pride, knowing the secret they shared among each other was a gift to nurture, able to view visions of life from images in dreams.   Each one applied astonishing, instinct and a learned sense until the actual story became an engineering entertainment Goliath! You, I, and all the others do not have the same SENSE, PATIENCE, and UNSELFISHNESS to attempt to create the most fascinating story ever told, YET!    Unlike you and I! They lived with a commitment to explore the unimaginable, an insight on how to view and develop the visions of the subconscious, forging the beginning of a rare new way we’ll use for the future of  creative entertainment.

 They lived with the struggle and fears of not knowing how to nurture the noise that rumbled inside their brains.  The struggle scared the shitty out of them, long, dark nights, cold sweats, and tired eyes stared at the sunrise. Until one met one, than two met another, than three met one more, and four more met one more.

ALIVE IN HEAVEN!

 Luck has a role?  Lucky I was to be invited to each of their houses; I suspect they trusted me with what later turned out to be some astonishing revelations of thought. Never before had I listened to a discussion of magnificent, human imagination.  One day while I was sitting alone in; TANGLE-WOODS PARK AND PRESERVE  enjoying the serenity in the park, oblivious to the three men and two women who were walking by. Hearing me talking to myself, they stopped; embarrassing yes!  A women with delicious looking crimson lipstick spoke in a soft tone and asked me what I was saying; these where the first words I ever spoke to them; “I’m talking to a dream I had last night.”  A simple voice from somewhere answered; “a dream, keep talking, we would like to hear it speak also!”  He said.  Ten eyes looked at me with a sparkle surprise!

After I revealed a-bit, the lips politely asked if I would like to listen in on a discussion they where having later that evening.

“I’d love to!” I said.

Alive in Heaven are resting!  Think of those who are near! Out from sight, but can still hear,   Now our -time has come, we must move to create recreate the paradigm we see and hear, ego’s say they know better, actually they don’t, they watch, copy, and paste, most of the time it makes waste; FOOLISH US!  

 They no longer thought of their nightmares as fright night, a daring stare in the night.   Instinctively they challenged, confronted and fought.  Those five who fought, fought and won! Those of them than, who ran, ran and LOST!

 They gave the gift of story to one-another for fun.  An amazing story, after many years of lying in bed alone in darkness, how they presumably figured out how to interpret their dreams; very few ever learn how to capture the night. They confronted the challenge presented in their subconscious to reveal, and make real the ultimate story.

It’s unknown how the images appeared to them! I’ve believe it’s the minds eye drawing a portrait!   The scenes wear clear.

 Let us become part of a journey to create the world’s ultimate stories.  WITH NO ENDING, OF COURSE!

Feel the challenge of creative engineering, (mind-dashing) long nights, lying motionless, captive; you’ll speak to the night!  Your bodies in sweat, awake- all-night, watch the sun- rise. (You’ll hear in your ear).  Do not RUN!

 Attach voice and scene from images in the subconscious to create a story that evolves -  so we to can discuss, creating today 4 tomorrow 2 B told 1 day!

Quest!

They researched the regions of the world they traveled; their journey to discover led to uncover the dormant images.   They spoke of DISTANT relatives, acquaintances, primitive dialects, geography, and things which they incorporated into their story.    They shared a unique, unbiased interest to capture visions of existence, their imagination exploded, priceless.

Currently I am piecing together conversations from our discussions; it was always about a feeling, unselfishness and a vision.

 Perhaps they thought they would live forever? I'm certain they wished ?

Empty your mind of confusion; no interference.  If you’re having trouble imagining what is unclear, DREAM, Someone! Somewhere!  Will be likening you!  

ALIVE IN HEAVEN sat and spoke! I spoke, mostly sat and listened.

Climbing Minds; Live from dreams

ALIVE IN HEAVENS DESCRIPTION OF-MINDDASHING:

ALIVE IN HEAVENS DESCRIPTION OF-MIND-DASHING:

Spewing scenes of ideas, Mind-dashing!  Six of us, five of them,and me “Alive in Heaven,” and I giggled as we gathered around the scarred oak table and chairs masterfully crafted by the youngest of the, “FIVE ALIVE,” at the time.

 Live from a Dream; the scenes of images we vision in dream, the scenes we can devote our entire life unraveling!  We  remember things that happened to us as kids and / or young adults and how they influenced our behavior?  Dreams, specifically nightmares are a superbly complex ocean of emotions; happy, sad and intriguing!  Awakening we feel happy! Or shaken! Overwhelmed with emotion from what was reveled in sleep! Awakening, most people care-less about this complex ocean of emotion, dreams go forgotten!   There is reason why shit happens to us! From early on in life we develop make-believe behavior, trying to project a specific profile of what we assume is appropriate behavior necessary to get us through a specific time!  It’s quite strenuous!

 MIND-DASHING - the area in brain that gets aroused when you know you hit- on- to something astonishing creative! From the outside looking inside, MIND-DASHING feels like a zooming illusion!  Some people try to slow down the speed of mind! MIND-DASHING- creative engineering speeding - we want creativity to reveal-itself   Depending on their stress level, some people kill the process!  

The latter part is easier said than done, only because it’s rooted deep in our unconscious!  We wrestle to put thoughts of unrest to sleep –forever-The dumping area!  Dead zone! Within your mind! A burial ground for stuff. A filter to dissect the madness!  The mind calls on the; DEAD ZONE, when you ultimately choose to forget! We can function within in its shadows’!  Filtering the stuff is tough; our mind wants to recall scenes that cause emotion! Memory, we remember happy! We remember scary! Naturally by eliminating the fear, all the good is near! We like that!

What registers as a blur is what I like to call, MIND-DASHING!  Mind- dashing is your creative juices searching, grasping, and when it catches, the silence of smile confirms it’s found something great, a trait of something seeking you to establish, to create-THIS IS A GOOD THING!

MIND-DASHING is a good thing!

ALIVE IN HEAVEN all made a commitment to surrender and nurture MIND-DASHING- to feel and reveal what’s going on where the center of creativity exists. The Five Alive discovered  they all shared common feelings and dreams-and  if each one  grabbed  from that center of creativity they should than be able to speak of wonderful things, more so than any one mind is ever capable of translating to tongue!

ALIVE IN HEAVEN: early on often though how wonderfully creative it would be, if each one of them traveled to a different place in the world for a brief time, entrench into society long enough to appreciate the customs and feel the landscape under their feet. Upon returning home, each mind of the five where, “re-energized” (2 re-ignite the speed to create) confident to dig into that area where creativity exists with a renewed intensity; MIND-DASHING.  

I was told by the senior of five alive!  “Alive in Heaven,” while on earth, of course, while (5) were young and able, each chose a destination of the globe to visit and live to dream!   Here are the five places of the world the FIVE ALIVE chose one time to go!

Bali, Sardinia, Kangaroo Island, Vancouver Island, and the senior chose, Kauai.

Once back home, as you would expect, the FIVE ALIVE where eager to share their discovery, the center of creativity they each agreed;

“Was like a waterfall of imagination.”   Their world of make-believe and reality had become very much intertwined.

*For now! I will not release their scenes, Or any of their other stories! For I would have failed! Because Someone! Somewhere! Someday! Will make it their fame to claim!

 Discover, it’s yours to keep

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