the gypsies' journey...

we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - following the path of the sun and the trail of the stars to worlds known and unknown from yesterday and today into tomorrow -

this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real -
imagined and/or real - a STREAMOFCONSCIOUSNESS telling of my own personal thoughts feelings experiences - interspersed with words and images of others - with things defined by most as PARAnormal which - for me - all my life - have been PERFECTLYnormal -

SO come along with me and we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - we'll share our stories around the campfire - together -

THE GYPSYWOMANWORLD

My photo
A...WOMAN IN MOTION WITH HAIR AS DARK AS NIGHT HER EYES WERE LIKE THAT OF A CAT IN THE DARK... SHE WAS A GYPSYWOMAN... she danced round and round... from the fire her face was all aglow... she was dancing... dancing... waiting for the RISING SUN... loving caring relationships are like THE RISING SUN...we are nourished by their warmth...we are energized by their strength...we grow in their light...we find shelter and solace there...they are our sanctuary... born in the sign of the sun, i am a true LEO-love the sun and its hot orange red fire-passionate in and about everything i do-i believe in instant chemistry charisma love/lust at first sight-in the magic of the eyes and the beauty of the soul-in the instant recognition familiarity in meeting someone from a past life and in the knowledge that we might meet in a future life-i believe that we are each ageless and flawless-i believe in the beauty of the moment-the whisper of yesterday-the hope of tomorrow-the power of forgiveness for even ourselves-the absolute and total beauty of love---[credit to brian hyland and curtis mayfield]

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

of dreams come.....MONSTERS...


FRANKENSTEIN
it was in the summer of 1816 that mary shelley and her lover/future husband, percy shelley, were visiting their friend, lord byron, in switzerland during a period of particularly cold and wet weather which reduced them to the indoors for entertainment - before sleep that night, they discussed ghost stories and decided they would each write a short version of one - later, mary, in what is described as a "waking dream" developed the story of frankenstein:

I saw the pale student of unhallowed arts kneeling
beside the thing he had put together.
I saw the hideous phantasm of a man stretched out, and then,
on the working of some powerful engine, show signs of life,
and stir with an uneasy, half vital motion.
Frightful must it be; for supremely frightful would be
the effect of any human endeavour to mock the
stupendous mechanism of the Creator of the world
...


6 comments:

Nancy said...

A waking dream? Interesting.

gypsywoman said...

yes - i wonder how that differs from a lucid dream??? thanks for coming by!

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

I always loved this story! The path of creativity is....well, weird.

Keith said...

I love that book. I've read it quite a few times over the years.

Marlene said...

I always have wondered about dreams...dreams at times are like a parallel life . waking dream seems to me a vision ..those can be very strong..right before awaking in the morning ..or just a vision..when you are fully awake..and all of a sudden something flashes before you...interesting that that senerio flashed before her....hummm

gypsywoman said...

thanks, all, for the comments - marlene, i think you're right about the parallel life and dreams - i read/heard that in cases of two people having the same dream on the same night, it is perhaps parallel worlds -

trish and rob - i love the precise term "weird" in describing the path of creativity - so appropro!