Call of the Unknown

A Creative Visualisation

A cure for writers block, inability to focus on a task at hand. To open your mind by breaking down the walls created by anxiety and life in general.

That’s why I have compiled a list of visualisations and meditations (begin to visualise as you continue reading and allow your thoughts to stray in any direction, and therefore seek the weaknesses in the wall blocking you) this little visualisation is not meant to be anything ‘religious’ or meant to reach a so-called ‘higher-state’ …it’s little something I’ve written to help you reawaken a bit of creativity, And I hope it helps you along when you try to write, but just don’t feel up to it ( it’s a good visualisation if you want to kind of ‘reset’  and calm yourself…it’s a refresher.)

Without further ado:

“Creativity comes when we are Shaken from our rigid mindset”-TheChimera

The purpose of this meditation is to relax and subdue the chaotic interior into clarity, without taming your impulses, become the eye of the storm which around rages a hurricane of creativity. Be a catalyst to which all things are drawn .like static in the air before that storm, the smell of rain on the wind, alighting the senses to an almost predatory alertness, you shake with a mixture of fear and exhilaration as the cacophony of thunder draws near on the horizon.

The light flashes in a shadow of ominous clouds, Triggering recollection of something you thought lost. Awe.

Briefly you see an image outlined by the light in the sky and you know immediately that your being watched… you stand in the open, naked, alone and vulnerable. When the rain comes, you welcome it wholeheartedly …something draws near

Padding on silent feet …The unknown circles you as its prey…, you feel its eyes on you , digging into you so intently that you cannot help but feel an almost, juvenile violation…It weighs your worth, Disregarding your now fragmented self-image.

Hushed by its Authority. You hold your breath...and wait

 It’s Cold-calculating  intelligence, measuring your every feature…the low rumble of Its voice whispers secret knowledge, it offers understanding. It offers Clarity.

At a price,

 You must survive its trials, and its assessment of your ability to wield its gift.

Are the  rewards greater than the risks?…the risk of being forever irrevocably marred by what you will see?

 The clarity is there, just beyond your reach, like a flicker of something moving in a dark room…just at the tip of your fingers, at your peripheral vision… The Unknown draws closer, so close, you can smell it. It smells mercurial and alien, like empty space. The Scent of its presence overwhelming you, drawing you in like a fly…You will be its student…You can hear its voice…closer now…A voice like crackling flames, with a hint of a hiss, like rising steam. Its presence is overpowering, staring you down. Daring you, to take up the challenge. You stand at a crossroads.

Apprehension building inside of you, an overflowing well, bursting. The Unknown shakes your very conscious, Its voice rises to a roar, Like the heating core of a volcano, you can feel its presence emanating toward you, pressing you closer to the edge of the cliff. Images of your dashed and broken and body flash into your mind…What if you fall?! And the prey that you are, gasps for familiarity and comfort struggling against the All-ambient presence of the Unknown, it scoffs at your cowardice. You are only its prey, its humble student,

   For now…

It casts your Illusions of safety aside, With an electric Nova The Unknown edges you closer. One final blast sending you over. It lets loose a psionic scream that echoes inside your scull, reverberating throughout your nerves and synapses, driving you over the edge of your wit.

You plummet.

Crashing through layers of an ethereal, planar world.

The sound of its voice rages above your panic. And you turn to its faceless Embrace

Reach outward, upward towards an infinite space… a space so unimaginably vast it dwarfs you into irrelevance…a space so infinite, that it becomes an intimidating, imposing nothing… it’s the elegant mechanism of stars… where time slips by, drop by drop and a fury of ages dances a dance of creation and destruction, within an endless cycle

…The heavens open, and the trickle of rain becomes a downpour that comes crashing down… Drink It in greedily…hungry for more of the Unknown, Fill yourself… be Reborn, sated…The Tide rises…you cannot control it, rising as the water pulls you, wrenching you away from the shore, from everything you know… forming into a cosmic tidal-wave towering above you, casting a menacing shadow over you, blocking the sun…threatening to  consume…as everything you know comes crashing around you in a torrential land-slide.

 You cannot escape its omnipotence, your fear of its immensity will never subside, The Unknown will always be a lurking shapeless figure… It is an unearthly hunter, and you its  finite prey…You are merely a momentary tool of Its devices…for such is befitting you. The Unknown knows no alliegance.

Until it decides to toy with you again…like a rat scurrying frantically, gripped with terror through a maze that it could never hope to comprehend. 

It will break, just to build. It will re-mould you in its limitless, indescribable, indecipherable, shapeless shape.

But just for now…it allows you a glimpse, a parting gift.

It is creativity, it is genius in the womb…you will conceive it. It will be your tulpa, your thoughtform and you will be its genitor.

(See the ‘Aspects of Chimera’: chapters-for a continuation of this lesson.)

TheChimera