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
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