Thank you for reminding us that memory is more than mental—it is imaginal. The past, like the future, is not fixed but alive within consciousness. And when we dare to revisit it with feeling, it reveals depths the rational mind cannot reach.
You’ve given voice to the idea that stories—like identities—are not bound by time, but by belief. “I do not forget”—because the imaginal act never dies. It lingers until fulfilled.
Your words stir the unseen. They whisper to the reader: You are more than you remember.
Gratefully walking the edge between memory and myth,
I believe with all my being that we are not just remembering stories—we are writing them. Daily. Line by line.
The life I dream of doesn’t remain in ink or thought. I step into it, feel it, live it. Every word I write is a seed. Every feeling, a blueprint. I act from the end—not toward it. And in doing so, the dream becomes the scene. The imagined becomes the lived.
Reality is nothing but the outpictured echo of our inner assumptions. And when we dare to assume the feeling of our wish fulfilled, the screen of life responds like a mirror.
So yes, stories are shaped not by time, but belief—and belief shapes worlds.
Might be the reviewer is familiar with the expression 'elf on speed' [used for people dancing extraordinary in the 2000's here in a small bubble of the Rhineland.😁
Some people keep grudges for centuries, it seems. Goodness gracious!
You have to let go, oh dear spirit of the night.
Beautiful work! What a treat to share your multidisciplinary talents with the Substack community! ❤️
Thanks, man.
Thank you for this much needed distraction. It's been a hard weekend.
Hey, i'm glad I can provide some relief.
This is stunning work.
Thank you for reminding us that memory is more than mental—it is imaginal. The past, like the future, is not fixed but alive within consciousness. And when we dare to revisit it with feeling, it reveals depths the rational mind cannot reach.
You’ve given voice to the idea that stories—like identities—are not bound by time, but by belief. “I do not forget”—because the imaginal act never dies. It lingers until fulfilled.
Your words stir the unseen. They whisper to the reader: You are more than you remember.
Gratefully walking the edge between memory and myth,
Kurt 🕯️
Thanks, Kurt. I'm touched by your idea that stories are not bound by time but by belief.
Thank you, L.E.
I believe with all my being that we are not just remembering stories—we are writing them. Daily. Line by line.
The life I dream of doesn’t remain in ink or thought. I step into it, feel it, live it. Every word I write is a seed. Every feeling, a blueprint. I act from the end—not toward it. And in doing so, the dream becomes the scene. The imagined becomes the lived.
Reality is nothing but the outpictured echo of our inner assumptions. And when we dare to assume the feeling of our wish fulfilled, the screen of life responds like a mirror.
So yes, stories are shaped not by time, but belief—and belief shapes worlds.
Keep writing from the end.
Keep dreaming as if it were now.
Because it is.
Gratefully co-authoring reality,
Kurt 📖🕯️
Condor, the magnificent!
In magnificent underwear.
No rest for the Condor!
Not a bit.
If Ted Cruz can be the Zodiac Killer, then the Condor could be.....
Everyone can, you only have to to desire it with every fiber of your being. And be a psycho.
Might be the reviewer is familiar with the expression 'elf on speed' [used for people dancing extraordinary in the 2000's here in a small bubble of the Rhineland.😁
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