FICTIVE SPACE & STORYMIND<\/b><\/p>\n
In the last post, I illustrated how a word leaps outside one\u2019s conscious intention and becomes a \u201cspark\u201d (or \u201cflirt\u201d to use Mindell\u2019s language). These sparks are ephemeral and unless consciousness attends to them, they are short-lived and disappear. They may recur in dreams in one form or another often without any recognition. In this instance, I described attending to the word \u201cmoiling\u201d and the word work I did. This was then followed by a dream which presented me with 9 \u201cunreal\u201d words. It is my habit now in working with my dreams to put the search for \u201cmeaning\u201d on hold, keeping interpretation at bay, and doing what is necessary to what I call \u201centering fictive space.\u201d I try to empty my mind of its busyness and literally face a blank page (a piece of paper or an empty writing space on the computer). If there is any \u201cintention\u201d in this, it is to be fully present in fictive space to what I call \u201cstorymind.\u201d The mind functions to produce stories. We live in these stories without a great deal of awareness of the full extent to which this is true. The readiness to produce stories is one of the primary features of fictive space. So in this space, I \u201cwait\u201d for storymind to begin its weaving. This may occur first in an image, or perhaps a word, or a sound, even a smell\u2014it can be anything. I am in no sense \u201ctrying\u201d to do something, but concentrating on being receptive to what presents itself. In working with the dream of the nine \u201cunreal\u201d words, what came was seeing a sign with the word \u201cGoiling\u201d on it. Once the fictive space becomes animated in this way, I begin to function something like a scribe, writing out what comes. One of the hallmarks of being in fictive space and with storymind alive, is that the whole process is effortless. Here is what happened.<\/p>\n
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GOILING<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n Along a path amidst dense vegetation a sign points to Goiling straight ahead puzzling the young Miss; not the sign nor the pointing but the word<\/i> there. Must be a town she concluded. <\/font><\/p>\n \u201cHello! Is anyone here?\u201d Seeing no one, she began heading on to Goiling when the silence was broken.<\/font><\/p>\n \u201cAnyone left quite a while ago Miss, in search of.\u201d <\/font><\/p>\n She looked all about but could not locate the source of this odd utterance. The voice was not threatening so much as strange sounding, as if a muted fog horn was hidden amongst the foliage. <\/font><\/p>\n \u201cIn search of what?\u201d she countered. <\/font><\/p>\n \u201cNo my dear, What is just over there. What would never go off in search of.\u201d<\/font><\/p>\n She looked around her and could see no one and she said as much a bit louder than intended and with an edge of annoyance she didn\u2019t mean either. But there it was. <\/font><\/p>\n \u201cBut surely you can see all of us. We are all here except Anyone. Perhaps you are not looking<\/i> my dear. Looking is quite different than seeing as you must know.\u201d<\/font><\/p>\n \u201cI know no such thing!\u201d <\/font><\/p>\n \u201cWell, now, that\u2019s a treat to be sure. It isn\u2019t your everyday traveler who knows No Such Thing. It\u2019s because he is constantly moving, not rooted at all. Strange for our kind, you know.\u201d<\/font><\/p>\n \u201cAnd what kind are you then?\u201d<\/font><\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019ve eyes, Miss. Perhaps you should use them.\u201d<\/font><\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s your name then? <\/font><\/p>\n \u201cNo, What\u2019s not my name. My name, should you ever have need of it, is Zoil, after the color of my leaves.\u201d<\/font><\/p>\n \u201cOk, then. Mr. Zoil, thank you for that. But what color is zoil<\/i> exactly?\u201d<\/font><\/p>\n \u201cZoil is zoil of course. You\u2019ve eyes, as I said, but they don\u2019t seem to be much use to you. Perhaps after the match you will be able to see more clearly. Of course that requires true looking.\u201d<\/font><\/p>\n \u201cMatch?\u201d She didn\u2019t want to say \u201cwhat\u201d again as it only seemed to cause trouble.<\/font><\/p>\n \u201cOf course, my dear, today is Goiling Day. That\u2019s why the sign is there.\u201d<\/font><\/p>\n \u201cYou mean you go to Goiling on a particular day, like going to market on Sundays?\u201d<\/font><\/p>\n \u201cNo, Miss. We all go a-Goiling, not to <\/i>Goiling.\u201d<\/font><\/p>\n \u201cWhat is <\/i>Goiling,\u201d she said as exasperated as she felt.<\/font><\/p>\n \u201cNo, no, no. My dear. What never goes Goiling. What is firmly planted.\u201d<\/font><\/p>\n \u201cI do so wish you\u2019d let me see you. All I see are plants, plants everywhere.\u201d<\/font><\/p>\n \u201cBut my dear, you are seeing us.\u201d<\/font><\/p>\n \u201cBut plants don\u2019t talk!\u201d<\/font><\/p>\n \u201cAh, after the match, you will know Differently.\u201d<\/font><\/p>\n \u201cDifferently?\u201d<\/font><\/p>\n \u201cYes, Differently is one of our master teachers; teaches koiling<\/i>, he does. Come now, you must be off. It\u2019s time it is to go a-Goiling.<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" FICTIVE SPACE & STORYMIND In the last post, I illustrated how a word leaps outside one\u2019s conscious intention and becomes a \u201cspark\u201d (or \u201cflirt\u201d to use Mindell\u2019s language). These sparks are ephemeral and unless consciousness attends to them, they are short-lived and disappear. 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