Enigma

How you observe yourself in a temporary setting determines how you perceive reality in a context of absolute certainty.

In a cloudy night, full of reddish moon, I fell asleep with difficulty. The thoughts, stirred by the lyrics of the song "TNT For The Brain", searched for hidden meanings in the images that followed each other like pearls in a string, to make up memories. Once I entered the world of dreams, from a point far removed from reality, I found myself in a half-dark room, alone, desolate, surrounded by an atmosphere of mystery. Crossed by deep and restrained feelings, I was trying to figure out where I was, why I was here, when suddenly my gaze fell on the five doors in front of me.

The doors, latched only by a vain imagination, seemed to hide deep secrets, a situation where I didn't know which to choose, each with a distinct design, but I felt an unearthly connection, an irresistible attraction to the middle door. Superstitious, oscillating between fascination and rejection, looking through its visor, I witnessed a bizarre scene: a theater and magic show in which all the actors wore masks. They all seemed to sense my presence, staring intently at me with pleading eyes, as if waiting for me to join their strange, bloody living game. The strange smell of the room and the piercing eyes of those beyond the door aroused my curiosity and desire to explore this unknown world.

I had to go all the way ! Smell your skin, Feel your breath, You on my side, I couldn't resist...

Are you able to capture and accentuate those unique aspects of your own individuality, revealing a new dimension of existence where dream and reality intertwine?

In that moment of illumination, time standing still, I felt that I was in the middle of a dangerous game, a mixture of film, paintings, images, music and, of course, history, in which the eyes, like windows wide open to other horizons, towards other worlds, were the central element of a secondary narrative thread. The eyes of the actors, the eyes of the masks, the eyes that gazed ardently at me through the peephole of the door - everything seemed to invite me to take part in the mystery that surrounded me.

I hope I'll understand some day, What's the meaning of this crazy game. It is real and pure, TNT for the brain...

When your eyes show you the path of the dream, the dream illuminating your confused and tormented mind, you enter an Urfedia Oidesopt Elixavia, a universe that pushes you to the limits and forces you to jump beyond imagination. Intrigues, hidden pleasures, forbidden loves, some masks and quickly changed roles in a variation of models and forms. Take courage and enter the hidden world of the unseen, and you will clearly see that there is no real contradiction between this abstract and this bewildering, crepuscular concrete.

Exactly like in the novel "The Dervish and Death", by Mesa Selimovic. Something in me was drawing my attention, intensely repeating the words of the main character:

"The trouble is that you do n't dare to think, you know. You are afraid, you don't know where the thought would take you. Everything is revealed in you, but you eyes still closed, you hold on to the unknown path. You were brought here for a specific reason, which you do not know, even if you look, because you Make peace with human guilt. You think it 's a joke. Maybe it is. If you could get a philosophical thought out of it, no less than others., at least it would have a beautiful application, you would like everything that happens to you. On the contrary, yes they would let you go, you would die quickly, of grief, and everything would be fine. But what would happen if you stayed here ? The world above is yours, as well as theirs, and they still do n't want to get you out of it."

How does the discovery that "What shapes you here, will reflect you there" resonate in your soul, in the context of a revelation that opens up new perspectives on your own existence?

A crystal globe with many angles of reflection was displayed in front of me, imposing, futuristic, undulating, like a kaleidoscope of time. Six feminine arms, on which dragons and snakes entwined, lifted him towards the moon, and the globe pierced the sky bringing him close. Nearby was a dervish lost in contemplation, isolated in the solitude of the moment. A joker was trying to juggle the playing cards, following their paths like a spider's web.

In this whole place, death was watching me from the corner of its eye, a tear dripping down the edge of the crystal, causing a number of magic to unfold that all the lights went out at once, for a few seconds. Jesus was completely missing from the middle of the game, here being accepted only the discrepant sin - the sin of being different, in a variation of unexpected, endless isolation.

I'm with you, just lead me. I'm ready to play !

Does the revelation in the pronounced close-ups of the visual images that captivate you open the way to an understanding of your inner self, beyond what shocks you at the moment?

When I awoke from the dream, completely changed by the revelation I had, as if the spirit of Aurus had succeeded in igniting me, I realized that beside me, on the bedside table, were a key and a theater mask, tangible evidence of the dream unknown, ambiguous. These objects seemed to be brought from the dream world into reality, making me wonder about the connection between the two worlds. It was quite similar to Coleridge's fantasy: a man dreams that he crosses paradise and is given a flower as a reward. When he wakes up, the flower is next to him.

The key can be interpreted as symbolizing the possibility of opening the doors to the unknown, to the mysteries we encountered in the dream. I wonder why this dream, why all this happened exactly on the night of resurrection, the year 2024. Perhaps this key gives me a chance to further explore hidden aspects of my own mind, to discover unseen parts of my inner life.

Or, perhaps, it is a coded message about what the true resurrection of Jesus Christ is. I still don't know the answer, but surely something unseen, but powerful, led my hand to tell the dream. It's not a coincidence. No, not at all. It is only a charade, a wandering imagination, una sorta di gioco di illusioni. This inability of mine to see properly is perhaps the effect of the shadow that the great darkness casts over the world.

Jesus would approve of this: "I am the means by which life records its endless suite of variations." I think all that matters is the dream turned into reality. Or rather, the journey towards that self-transformation that defines your destiny in two worlds: in heaven and on earth. What shapes you here will reflect you there.

Leadership facilitates the revelation that will change your outlook on life. It amplifies the effect that the perception of reality has on the intensity of your experiences, revealing through a kind of "enlightenment" a deeper reception of the direct or indirect relationship with God.

The Enigma is the puzzle you have to decipher, like a dream's answer to reality, to reveal the hidden side of your being. In fact, exploring dreams as a means of accessing hidden truths can provide new insights into one's own life and beliefs. Moreover, the interaction between dream and reality can open new perspectives on the limitless possibilities of accessing universal consciousness.

* Note: Enigma - TNT For The Brain