In your writing, how do you cope with the relationship between reality and fantasy?
I don’t distinguish reality from fantasy because I think that reality encompass emotion, faith, fears… All these things we carry in our soul are certainly invisible to the eye – but not the heart.
We all know when we are sad, happy, nostalgic or enthusiastic. This emotional input then touches all the material things we do. In our work for instance this is obvious. It is impossible to perform a good work when we are down – and the opposite is equally true.
Furthermore, fantasy is not made up of unsubstantial dreams, fruitless desires. Fantasy is what feeds the imagination, is what drives us beyond what others may consider to be the limits.
Fantasy is then constantly feeding the real world and this is why I believe that reality is the greatest mystery.
Be true to yourself.
Go with “Fantasy Island”. Destination : Unknown.
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there is a book name CREATIVE IMAGINATION,,,
this book teach u a way u can help urself change ur imagination (as well as fantasy) into reality,
i have read the book and have used a few tecnics which have helped me a lot to change imagination to reality!!! in my life and let me tell u!
U CAN DO IT!! not everything but helping the subconcincia working together with the conciencia!!!! can do lot of changes in one’s life!
orly
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Reality and the material world is an … illusion! The real World is the static, peaceful, luminous, magical fantasy, NOETIC world. It is the Light, our true Home. Paradise. We are here on Earth, dressed with our .. bodies to learn, experience, fulfill our destiny and ascend to the next plain of our journey. To become more luminous.
If we succeed in ..completely silencing the ..noise and distractions of our logic, Egoism, then we will find the true Path, LOVE.
LOVE,
Thelma.
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Hmm,maybe you get back to Plato.He said before a thing,for example a chair, it was the Idea of chair.So,things here are only pale copies of the Ideas.
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Someone said that all mentally ill sufferers are sane and that all the sane are in fact -mentally ill? -on the basis that the reality of life(death-hunger-war-grief-pain-loss-are so unbearable to the human condition,that in order to shield ourselves from suffering we create a fantasy that the world is ok,that everything will be fine.
Fantasy is illusury and dangerous. It obscures the truth of life.
Whilst fantasy feeds our imagination providing sustenance for creativity, I believe that it cannot be trusted and that our task is to be creative in the harsh real world.
I envy outreach workers making a difference in hostile communities
I envy those dedicated to helping others
I want to say that I envy politicians who strive for justice and to make a differnce-but I think that may be fantasy.
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When we think about the things that surround us, where did they come from? They came from imagination. Like the buildings came from architect’s imagination. Something that was somebody’s fantasy became reality. Like our fulfilled dreams became reality for us. The power of mind is so often underestimated because we believe that things are what they appear to be for example that they are just fantasy…
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Your words ‘Reality is the greatest mystery’…
I love what you share
Thank you,
Love
Hildegarde
xxx
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Yes fantasy is a great gift & vehicle -
Let`s be much more aware our thoughts of life
- what we think we`ll attract
Make good fantasies*
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Travelling in time ~~~~ follow your intuition
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I think fantasy is the projection of reality, what can be done in time..so in a way if we neglect time and space it is the same reality .. :)
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Dear Paulo,
Well said..,
I have no comments for your statement… and
I don’t want to make my own point because you said it absolutely correct.
God bless you all !
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“All these things we carry in our soul are certainly invisible to the eye – but not the heart.” This line, in particular, makes me smile, Paulo.
And your response to this question, as a whole - it brings to mind a quote from the book, “The Mists of Avalon,” by Marion Zimmer Bradley:
“For, as I say, the world itself has changed. There was a time when a traveler, if he had the will and knew only a few of the secrets, could send his barge out into the Summer Sea and arrive not at Glastonbury of the monks, but at the Holy Isle of Avalon; for at that time the gates between the worlds drifted within the mists, and were open, one to another, as the traveler thought and willed. For this is the great secret, which was known to all educated men in our day: that by what (we) think, we create the world around us, daily new.”
I don’t believe that the world has changed. The possibility to make the impossible come true, still exists. This secret may not be known by many, but it is no less potent in its power to open the gates between two worlds. The Holy Isle of Avalon is still there, drifting in the mists, but in order to reach it, we must first dare to dream its existence in vivid living detail. We must reach out our hand, palm flat, to touch what is invisible to the eye, but which we know, with certitude and conviction, is there. And, above all, we must not ignore the signs, one and all, that point us in its direction. If we ignore them, or fail to act upon them, we may sail for an eternity, but we will never reach those promised shores.
How much are we willing to risk, how deeply are we willing to defy all that we know to be “real” and “rational?” - This seems to be the question. At the point where the two worlds merge, at the very instant of slipping between those gates that separate, we are asked to pass one final test, to endure one last sacrifice - we must throw overboard everything that we deem to be “solid” and “real,” everything that held our former world together and marked our former life as a “safe” and “secure” place: all the lifeboats must go overboard, all the oars, all the life-vests and rings, everything that floats or promises salvation in case of emergency, in case we are mistaken - even the rudder, the wheel, the compass and the anchor, all these must go. The sails themselves must be ripped down from the mast, cut lose, and cast overboard. Only in the empty hull of our own faith can we pass through those narrow and perilous gates that lead us to the isle of our wildest imaginings. Only under such conditions of absolute grace can the two worlds merge into one.
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Seems a theory of the relativity? Everything might be possible,in the end.Just we are not used to certain things.Lets take Jules Verne,in his novels we encounter submarines,planes.all things that for his period were fantasy.Nowadays we already got used to those things.Thats why I believe someday we will be able to travel using the power of our mind.even if today seem impossible.
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I believe true romantic
Live in a fantasy world
They have a photographic memory
That permits them to admire sunsets and moon shadows
They know it is an illusion
but heck!… it quenches their thirst
and that’s when reality kicks in
- in the space in between -
Marie-christine
Je crois que les vrais romantiques
Vivent dans un monde de fantaisie
Ils ont une memoire photographique
Qui leur permet d’admirer les levers du soleil et les ombres de la lune
Ils savent que c’est une illusion
mais que diable!… ca desaltere leur soif
et c’est a ce moment la que la magie arrive
- dans l’espace entre les deux -
Marie-Christine
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