Desire – the Attracting Force

SNIFFING AROUND was my number one priority growing up. I used to sniff for things of interest, latch onto whatever it was, get over it, then aim for the next.

Like most my age, I found it hard to stay within set boundaries while enticing smells lingered.

Greedy kid
Gotcha. Sweeet!

    The Desire Magnet

    Desire force
    More, More, & MORE!

    From all my memories that registered pleasure, I naturally want similar experiences or explosions to replay; over and over. However, during the next run, I’d like more of it and for longer, please.

    With an attracting force driving the helm upstairs, these taste-enhanced projections showing a potential to manifest into blissful experiences matching previous ones, get me to behave a certain way. I want to actualise my thoughts into reality, so I attempt to follow the ideas to make it so.

    If all goes well, I’ll collect upon the juice in the physical; I’ll get to my reward!

    But it wasn’t that long ago when I remember barely moving from the projection phase at all. Instead, I’d almost always stay there, in theatre, as my mind did all the behaving for me, all the laps. Flicking thru one projection after the next at record speeds, I didn’t have time to catch up and enter into the Real World.

    Because here I was, comfortably seated in the one dimension (Unreal) as a sharp superman type figure. Where, in an instant, I could theoretically fly to whatever lengths I wanted and either save or destroy the universe I’d created. Like a God, I could either raise or tear down these images I tastefully or distastefully painted. It was a world I informally gave to my life.

    The unreal mirror reflection
    I’m a Superman Gangsta! No one will mess with me…

    A Super (es)Cape

    Having bent the rules of physics to gather an unheard amount of strength, speed, power and magical abilities to succeed and dominate, I become far more superior than anyone else on my screen. Here, in my illusionary reinforced domain, I ruled and could do anything I possibly wanted, at any given time. However, the only unfortunate part was, I couldn’t turn this field into a reality, which was where my issue laid.

    So after a good hard look into what was truly underway of always diving into the imagination without slowing for a breath, I decided, enough was enough! Lee, it’s now your time to let go of the exotics and hand in the cape for a chance at the Real.

    Although, at first, my stepping back from the role/narrative was much easier said than done.

    By understanding the vast differences between the two dimensions I faced: 1) in the Real and 2) in the Not-Real/Unreal, meant I’d finally knew of a complex that owned me!

    I was unable to channel my desires into reality because I was too busy flying sky high and running useless cartwheels and somersaults, upstairs. I lacked a crucial understanding that could’ve bridged the two, gifting life to at least part-of these projections.

    Hence, I lived inside a Complex where my mental activity ran at an all-time high while my physical movements in the Real World ceased to flow. In which case, life suffered.

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