Celestial Fantasy

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Imagination as Energy

In the imaginary world, people consider imagination a form of energy it can actually drive devices and impart energy when people are feeling fatigued and ill. To harness this energy requires several people who have trained something like Aura-Laei-I, people who had mastered thought and imagination, they seemed to be the craftspeople-scholar-scientists who found a way to tame such energy. Without purifying the self and imagination, one will lose themselves in a world yet to be created; a delusional mirage world will become a prison although one is still in the real world. In the world, the imagination energy will cause events that could be very negative and destructive to the life of the individual who uses it for the wrong reasons. This type of imagination could drain human energy and cause sickness and demise of the body. This imagination isn’t the common one used to create art, written works, or technology, it’s a powerful imagination that works like magic, although it isn’t, it can make anything, just think of the energy, and it’s there, everything material can be conjured. Mastery of this kind of imagination is powerful and takes years to master. When mastering an individual can become a master of many things to create things of beauty and ugliness, such a person could become a master of all things that’s one of the highest levels achieved.

There are masters who hold a powerful personal individual imagination, these masters keep this powerful imagining from harming the practitioner as they practice to master such power. An advanced practitioner can reach high realms of imagination where lights of many hues talk to them while their own dreams are stimulated. Practicing doesn’t take place in a particular area where everyday creativity exists or in the higher realms of imagination, it can be accessed anywhere and at any time. There’s a large cauldron of fire that leads vision to the practitioner, in a way, it’s described as the well that is yet to be imagined in the future. There are guides who keep the tremendous imaginary things behind gates so they won’t harm a practitioner these other forces to keep people from imagining something that shouldn’t be appearing until they have mastered higher levels.

An incredibly inflated room is used to train the imagination to protect them from what might appear in physical form and harm the instructor and practitioner. In these places, machines are imagined into existence, the thoughts are carefully reimagined or connected like designing on paper, using an eraser and pencil to redraw an image. Once they appear in physical form, it is incorporated into this world and the non-physical. In a sense, it’s like animated pieces of machine parts being put together and redesigned through calculation, trial, and error. Things are designed through imagination, the designer is not the only one with imagination, but the concept of imagination itself can create anything. This type of imagination in the fantasy world is alive. Once some practitioners learn how to control such a force, they absorb its energy; they can see more in life that others can’t.

Observers see a storm and see and hear the lightning and thunder, this inspires imagination, and suddenly they see a design or feel something. The sounds of nature bring things to creators in the mythical world. A type of music exists that inspires an image of creation and opens up paths unknown to humans. In our world, a creator of things could sit by the seashore to hear the sounds of waves, then write, draw or think about something about what they heard and imagine a story. This is what the powerful imagination does in the mythical world it guides creators with images and sounds. Whole cities had been created in this way.

Dwellings are imagined to appear transparent like an apparition or seemingly made of glass; then, it becomes solid. The most whimsical cities had been created with this technique by using thought to build physical things and structures. At a distance, they look illusionary, people live there, with no brick, stone, wood, metal, or any known material. It’s called a city in thought.

People who play with imagination are not afraid of ridicule, they know what they are creating has been used for the future, imagination, no matter how insane, and is valued by the many peoples of the mythical world. No idea is discarded even a mistake is recorded and put away to be brought to life later in another time. As was said before, imagination is a tangible form of energy. Once this energy is harnessed into a device, it can take a person anywhere in the universe or world by just imagining. There is a type of house where the windows magnify imagination. Anything can be seen as a rainy day or bright morning. Imagine a world where imagination could be anything, this is where the arts and sciences flourish, where all things are possible.

Lighted pathways exist with lamps of the imagination guiding people to their destinations during the night. The configurations of lights change according to the invention of the person who takes care of them, making sure they are working well. And the people who walk under the lamps observe them with a different form and hue of light; as they walk under them, they see and imagine other things around them. Each person who walks the path can decide on the shape and color of light the lamps radiate out. Then there are the houses of the images that appear and disappear around the area of the lamps. It sometimes seems the people who live there are apparitions, but probably they are not. The house of the master imaginary engineer who cares for the lights and structures around the area has place that changes shape from one day or month to another, fluctuating as a dome, cube, or irregular shape. The places of other inhabitants are cubes with large glass walls or windows, they create their own light without the need for electricity or a control system that makes it high or low. Using only imagination could make the house larger or smaller. There are rounded, entwining branches of light looking like trees but rolling across the ground as they light up at night. There are paths that can be anything the traveler wishes it to be, there are signs saying to use the imagination. There are places in the mythical world where travelers are encouraged to use their imagination.

Imagination can make the trees grow; buildings could appear from nowhere, saplings sprout anywhere, create new designs, and many dreams of energy come together to solve complex problems. In an inaccessible valley, a tranquil lake where there are no ripples as if it were made out of a sheet of glass is where people recharge their imaginary energy. People sit around there to find answers. Imagination is part of life. But one doesn’t have to go to such a valley because the vision is everywhere.

Robert J. Matsunaga

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My Creative Description of Wizards

I try to imagine what a wizard is like through creative imagination, going beyond the classic tall pointed hat, long beard, hawk nose, large piercing eyes, long robe, and walking stick. I’m describing one type of wizard; he wears the clothing of a 19th-century sea captain; his home is a ship at sea with no sails; it’s a futuristic ship. He wears a captain cap, a medium lengthy beard, a deep blue buttoned jacket, and white pants. It’s the ship he commands that has the magic; it goes underwater, sails on the surface of the ocean, in the air, and travels on land, becoming a trailer or a house, but mainly, his ship stays on the surface of the sea where he feels at home. They call him the Captain Wizard of Everything. Of course, there is a crew to work the ship. Despite his great powers, Captain Wizard of Everything can’t do all the work. A first mate who looked half tiger, half human, and a robot saw all the responsibilities of keeping the ship afloat, marking off the supplies needed for long voyages, noting missing cargo, and keeping things clean. The other crew members were an assortment of beings that weren’t exactly human. Like the first mate, they were a mixture of various forms: animal, human, plant, and machine. There were the physically strong dwarves who carried heavier loads of cargo. The beings covered with hair and clothes used swords and pikes to scar or fight potential pirates that had ships similar to the Captain Wizards that sailed through the various universes looking for victims to steal from. Their ship sailed between worlds of reality and fantasy, a place where the laws of physics didn’t apply. Sometimes, the ship entered the realm of the flat worlds where ships, if not equipped well, sail right off the edge. The Captain Wizard’s ship was prepared for that kind of world. The ship had wings similar to those of a butterfly. Once it ran off the flat world, the wings extended, and mists accompanied the ship to travel in a universe where the blue sky is the reality of what would be space in the universe humans reside in. The ship sails to other flat worlds containing different physical laws; the crew was prepared; if the ship sailed that was going backward, stopping meant accelerating, keeping the sails unfurled in mast furled mainsail. The Capatin Wizard had been sailing through the universes for centuries, the ship was home to him and his crew.

Some wizards are children who command all kinds of magical powers. They believe the world is their playground. Wizard children have less power than adults because they deliberately limit what their children can do as they haven’t reached maturity and wield complete control, which is dangerous to people and the life around them. Also, their education in magic hasn’t been completed, there were and are prodigies, as it was said before, and the senior wizard’s council keeps back their full potential. They had to learn to control the magic. It was in error to consider the wizard children human in appearance, they were not, their forms were of all sorts within the limits of the humanoid form. Some had eyes covered with skin to protect them in their native environment from the harsher rays of a blue sun. The mouth was like a slit without much of a lip. There was no ridge for a nose, only a dome and nostrils. Their faces looked more like an embryo. Their skin was bluish-green, which kept them safe from the blue sun. They wore tight and loose clothing. They were taller than other wizard children. Others appeared to be more human, with light to dark brown skin. They were a bit shorter than the blue ones but physically very strong. Their fashion was for tattered clothing. Some children were covered with hair and wore whimsical, colorful clothing. They were all equal in magic. Their magic was turning a hovering sphere of any material, mostly glass, into a living bird of terrestrial species or bird of fire, water, or metal. They created new universes in the form of a bubble, complete with stars, planets, nebulas, and galaxies. The wizard children were sought after for mortal children’s parties because their magic was real, compared to illusion. When aroused, they were dangerous, so wizard adults kept an eye on them to protect mortal children and adults from harm.

A wizard wears a tank top, or sleeveless undershirt, with a cigar in his mouth, a big bulbous nose, thick curled-down lips, rough dark skin, and a balding head; he wears shorts and lives in a trailer. This trailer is in the middle of nowhere; people come to him for advice; he has magical powers over the animals and plant kingdom, and that’s his specialty. If you pay him enough, he will turn the customer’s enemies into animals and things as long as they aren’t human. If that wizard discovered it was an injustice, he would transform the enemy back into human form and turn the former customer into that same form, and he would benefit from keeping the money. If his mood permitted, he could curse people, having a person or their families get into accidents that killed them. If you went to the tank top wizard, the right questions and words were needed, his wisdom was beyond wisdom, and he could read the customer’s mind. If you were saying something that didn’t correlate to your spoken words, he angered and threw out the customer, warning them never to return. He told fortunes to people who came to him, he sat on the dirt, and a hole appeared in a rainbow-colored swirl; his hand reached inside and came up with the person’s future life. If it was negative, it was discarded by the customer. The tank top wizard demanded payment; he was paid, and people feared his powers. He said what was indicated in the swirling oracle. He embraced the concept of dirty. The trailer he lived in was rundown, rusted, dirty, unclean dishes that had been there for years and roaches everywhere. Bathing was beyond him. The life he led was secluded; he was in his own world.

She lived in the mountains, a tall, beautiful young woman with brown skin. She appeared in seconds in front of people only by chanting words and when she wished to see them. She’s called the mountain wizard, the builder of things, machines, and vehicles. She was known as Natiro; her abode was an acre-dome that covered the machines she designed and built with her ingenuity. Despite magic, not all the machines worked as she wanted them to. Natrio realized she constructed machines that had their own minds. They stubbornly resisted her wishes. She discovered those were sentient machines with minds to dominate her. Natiro overcomes them with a simple solution that doesn’t require any magic; she removes the cube she originally built into the machines. They were unplugged, and the machines soon died. It took time for Natrio to repair them. They became the machine intended.

Wizards come in all kinds of forms; imagination has no limitations, and wizards are what we wish them to be.

Robert J. Matsunaga

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Fire Torches

In distant secluded parts of a desert in the mythical world where sunsets are green, blue, and lavender, torches with blue flames continually burn, no human keeps the flames going; they had been this way for a long while, there’s no counting on the time when the flames first began. The torches were built by someone’s hands; the flames are a living entity. Why they were put there has been a mystery. During some of the nights, there are dancers, not human, beings that are perhaps part of the flames; in human form, they perform in ways unattained by humans; they are dressed in what could be described as clothing formed out of red flames with decorative patterns of light flames of many hues, their hair is fiery, tossing as they dance, black flames represent a seeming foot ware and flared out flaming trousers. The sounds of flames in the wind and bells are heard, and few people are there to see this performance. Dances are created and performed with or without a human audience. From a distance, the dancing of the flame people appears to be a storm in space where lightning is touching the land.

Where are these flame dancers from? Perhaps the torches are expressing themselves, communicating their feelings to the natural forces around them, speaking to the people. Are the torches or flame dancers saying a feeling or something beyond that? Every dance is different and unique; they are of many creations. They are the flame dancers, people? Individuals who had watched the dancers perform had said they were the spirits of the dead. Some had said they recognized their grandmother in one of the dancers, but that could have been wishful thinking or a hallucination. The flame dancers never spoke; their language is the physical dance. There are probably thousands of interpretations of these dances. What are they trying to communicate? Perhaps the sensitivity of the earth is speaking to the dancers. It was said they reflect the moods of people or the weather. Travelers had said they had interpreted the dances they weren’t sure of the meaning at first; then, as they traveled to their destination, situations took place that was negative, the traveler had finally comprehended the dance, then later avoided what could have resulted in death.

People had warmed themselves in front of the torches. Such a place had become a temporary home for people on their way to find a place to settle. In the remote regions near the beach, the torches are elaborately made, attracting people to live around them; gradually, a town grew around these torches. Many dwellings were built without lighting. The torches brought light into the interiors. Residents had always said they didn’t know the source of the lights as their homes had illumination, yet during the night, they commanded that it should be turned off.

The torches seemed to control the weather; when the people wished for a rare rainy season, it was accommodated, not always as the torches were objects or beings of wisdom, understanding too much of climatic event that wasn’t natural would turn the earth off balance. Were the flames reflecting the mind of the people, or did they contain their spirits? There’s a hazy line between techniques and spiritual matters in the mythical world.

The same light of the torches is formed into homes for people; the heat doesn’t harm them; it distributes warmth and solid walls. As it is light, there is no limit to the form of architectural dwellings. Individual dwellers are their architects. The home goes where ever the dweller travels to, a torch in the configuration of a stem lamp or walking stick with a rounded bowl for the flames. Some locals carried their torches, forming homes anywhere they wished to be. Torches with a circumference that is wide by several inches and reaching high up are called the caring mother; exhausted travelers arriving there find a home already created; that is what the torch does.

In a sense, the torches are guardians; they advise the people and give them a home.

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Sky Painting

This means the house encompasses part of the sky in a region; he paints the atmosphere. There was a house that encompassed a region of the world; the sky was the ceiling. He painted the sky with opaque and transparent light; the paintings changed weekly. He chose the subjects, expressing what was in his mind and what he remembered. Sometimes, the sky looked like it was painted in fresco, oil, or transparent watercolor techniques. With tools resembling running forks and stem lamps with various colored bulbs, he used his thoughts to turn the devices on. With his studies, he created images without physically touching the sky, which couldn’t be done because painting the atmosphere is like applying pigments to the air or water. Yet, with his thoughts, he changed the color of the air as if he were displaying fireworks. He worked with the clouds and the filtering of sunlight, using the filters of light to change colors in areas of the sky, painting like a mosaic, he sculptured clouds like a basket weaver and sculptor. That process of sky painting wasn’t instantaneous. It came into a formation as if it were part of the natural processes of time and weather; his work was created through the power of storms, rain, the sun, the oceans, and seasons. Clouds of many gasses moved into formation similar to that of planetary gas giants of our solar system.

There were tower pillars that seemed to hold up the ceiling of his house in a way they were like elevators to the top, but he rarely used them; he used the steps of light where he walked up to a certain level to survey his house. He had bookshelves that reached up to the sky ceiling. His things weren’t affected by the weather; this was probably done by magic and technology.

In that giant house, he was all alone, he didn’t care to be with other humans or to have spoken with them. The beings that worked with him were Sprites, fairy-like beings with a humanoid form; they weren’t his only companions; he talked to the plants and animals through telepathy. His food came from plants; he was a vegetarian. He kept his food in giant refrigerators and freezers embedded in a mountain.

He had several underground living rooms embedded in the hills, on the land's surface, and a platform in the sky. The natural elements of his house were at his command; he was the creator.

Robert J. Matsunaga

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No Temples of the Philosophies

Temples of the imagination in the mythical world that has been designed, there are no physical temples or churches; they don’t exist, perhaps they once did. If there is any spirituality, it’s in mind; there are no mass thoughts, no dogma. Even if there is none, a tree on the hill is imagined by each individual practitioner that is his or her personal spiritual thing; the closest in our world is the animist religion, but that is still far away from what the people of that world think. A bowl of water near a window is all needed for the imaginative temple of the mind. It's enough to be in communion with nature and everyday reality as it is. Nothing is more important than the here and now. There’s a reality of doors opening in the open air as if the world was cut into with an imaginary knife. In our world, entries to other planets are considered impossible. But in the mythical, it's an everyday routine. Perhaps what other people say about an imaginary temple or thing other people can’t see is real. Things are known to talk to unseen people. But some previously unseen things revealed themselves as a vertical shaft of light in the dark and the ringing of distant bells or music with no origin in mechanical or human means or anything physical. People know what has been imagined is a reality, yet they don’t doubt the sincere existence of imaginary spirituality. Such practitioners are well educated and versed in mathematics, the sciences, the arts, and the humanities of their cultures and time in the mythical world.

The rulers and administration of the mythical, it doesn’t matter what country, village, town, or city, they never interfere with the people's spiritual beliefs because they have their own and don’t wish to interfere with other people. Council members know nothing of other people’s spiritual stuff, and some philosophers speak out about things they read and listened to. People add some of these elements of the philosophers to their spirituality.

Philosophers are not religionists or spiritual leaders; they only teach and have no leadership of anything spiritual or religious or government at all. They are similar to the shamans of the mythical world. People don’t often listen to them, or they get mocked; they mainly teach others philosophy. For example, people in a city are all considered philosophers. Professional philosophers have studied many books and scrolls; there are also the viewing of stone tablets and other devices that impart knowledge. Sometimes the ongoing study has stagnated them. The people’s philosophy was living life as it is, with no fancy stuff. People confuse psychology, religion, and politics as the same concepts. In all forms, psychology, psychiatry, political philosophy, philosophy and religion are and were considered nonsense by the people of the mythical world.

There are personal, those individual people in their secretive spirituality speaking with beings who give them advice and guides them throughout life. Within a room and meditation, they talk with them, these beings are teachers, and they teach only that individual.

People are not allowed to gain power through anything spiritual, religious, or political; this is punishable by lengthy imprisonment; in the past, it was the death penalty. No one is permitted to gain followers without proven intelligence and long years of study approved by the people.

The arts are the closest thing to a sort of organized religion; art is considered a form of spirituality communicating with nature and heaven. Artists are considered gods because they are creators. It's been asked people, does art create the artist, does the artist make art or both? A physical temple could be considered a builders temple. People in the arts are considered builders, and the building is spiritual. People can feel many things as spiritually as they wish; there are no limitations. When an artist builds something, it comes to life: a being with thought, independence, and power.

Most people in the mythical world don’t care about philosophy or spirituality. Whatever daily existence gives to them is philosophy; because of the struggle, they develop a type of wisdom that could lead them to a better life. They open their thoughts and feelings to other people, listening and giving their opinions, that back and forth creates a philosophy through shared lives.

They look into themselves, realizing they are one moment of a raindrop; that is why a wise ruler of the mythical world never became autocratic because the people's experiences are a philosophy they listen to and use to shape their lives. From rulers to everyday people, life is looked at and experienced, forming pools of wisdom.

One temple existed thousands of years ago; some say eons, but no historian knows when. A legend says a temple came to the earth from a place before the earth's sun was born. They may have been celebrating the newly born sun, but the temple awaited the physical existence of the human race before appearing; it was not particular culture; it was a tree with a shaft of concrete shaped into a basic shape of cubes stacked vertically, surrounded by ocean, the tree was of no particular species, it appeared to be as it was never described in writings from that time. Philosophy was imparted to the people from the tree, and from such a place, they developed their philosophy. Eventually, the temples disappeared from the world. Perhaps it's still in the world ready for a return when evil philosophies come that mislead the people, but that time hasn’t come. As it was said and written, what is dishonorable and good is subjective in many words. Eventually, many temples settled on the earth in a way that served as parts of the whole temple separated by time, distance, and place; the pieces were the whole, and one was not better than the next separate but whole. Eventually, as the temples didn’t come anymore, the natural things associated with where the temple once resided became a thing of reverence. Such as water, soil, grass, stone, and anything associated with that place. People came to view themselves as the temple of the self, religion, spirituality, and all things to what higher thing they were praying to or believing in, and evolved into a personal “celestial father.”

A device put people into a trance; they meditated in front of this thing and could read, think, write or draw. As the practitioners called them, thoughts or voices received ideas and inspiration. Another device shaped like a window was probably a window; some called it an oracle, and the power of the practitioner's mind made it “speak.” That was how it was activated, but it had an independent reason if it didn’t like the practitioner, it wouldn’t answer.

In this part of the mythical world, no masses are coming to a place of worship; they are connected through the mind in the practice of telepathy. The various connections, parts that are all different with their path, never physically connected, only communicating sense to reason with only a few.

Robert J. Matsunaga

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Guards of the Trees

Tall, ominous-looking artificial trees lined some roads that led outside the city; the cities were dark. There seemed to be more safety in the open land where nasty stuff like storms and bandits existed; these were tiny storms that were living beings with intelligence. The cities were overcrowded, the guards protected the travelers from harm, and they lived in the trees, which were called guard houses. These artificial trees grew recently; the seedlings were planted through power and magic. When the trees finally matured, they appeared natural yet artificial; they changed over the seasons, growing old and dying centuries later. Guards had lived in the upper foliage that was exposed to the weather, which never bothered them; some lived in bubbles of air that kept them from the cold and heat of the seasons that were severe during specific years.

The guards weren’t uniform in their appearance; some looked like men in armor, some wore caps and neckties, and others wore clothing like anyone else who traveled the roads. Most seemed like old men who sat up in the trees watching everyone go by and giving salutations if they were familiar with that person. There was something hidden in their eyes; what were their origins? Did they permanently reside in the trees?

Trees such as these lit up like lanterns at night, guiding people to their destinations. Not each leaf or trunk gave out light; the bubble-dwelling probably originated the glow.

Robert J. Matsunaga

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The Skies and the Worlds

The skies had always been known as a place to store knowledge and life; considered a free place compared to the land and the oceans, it had similar symbolism. Without a key, there’s no possible way to get into the sky or sea; it’s not a physical key; it requires what the key holder thinks in their mind; the key is built into the critical holder's thoughts, with great concentration doors in the sky are opened, the key is an intricate device, precisely the right combination of views are required otherwise it wouldn’t work. Is it a physical key or not? It’s both; it works on the principle of paradox; imagine the key in a combination of words, thoughts, and images, into a vertical pool of water, is suspended in the air, a physical key of light could form and be inserted into the water to open the storage of things. The weather master opens the doors to the sky; that’s another form of the key; it’s the combination of sun, rain, and cloud formation that has to be in the suitable condition and circumstances to open the sky. Thoughts can open other doors, and hand gestures are also keys, even the stirring of water or doing something with the soil could open things in the sky and ocean.

Are people still making storage places in the sky and ocean? Where are the storages from, the many centuries that it existed? Where did the sky storage exist for the many centuries that it existed?

The answers to this are that unlocking keys is not as easy as when they first came into people's consciousness; as they continued to store their items, recalling the words became easier than when they first kept them. When they first started creating them, they were made or natural. There had been pockets of reality, a place away from the real world as defined by the masses and not by the individual. Storing things is (in) another fact; that’s what it was named. Thoughts, feelings, words, and anything from the human thought long absent in mind is retrieved, a bank of thoughts written upon, stored, in the periods, it becomes part of a library. Everything is stored, abstract ideas, emotions, concepts, physical receptacles of knowledge, books recording instruments. Inanimate objects that are alive, everything in the universe with a soul, some called it god, enlightenment, all souls, none of the human terms described it because it was different for all peoples. People who stored things or came across them for the first time had no comprehension of what it was, what the sky storage was had no actual definition, a person's first impression was what it was, and other people had their valid meaning. Sky storage is everything. If it wasn't believed in, that was also valid; then it didn’t exist; there is no point in proving whether these storages exist. Validity and proof weren't necessary.

The sky spoke through the minds of people who were willing to listen. The changes of weather, words never perceived heard from the thunder, perhaps felt by those who wished to attend, the light created by lightning, the filtering of sunlight. The sky's thoughts and voices differ for each person; one individual will not have the same interpretation of the sky storage. The phenomenon of weather instructs them where to store their belongings. This sky concept is a way of saying that each writer has their way of saying something about the world; they ask unique questions according to their lives and path. The sky speaks to each person in their impressive capacity.

In what way are physical objects brought into the sky storage? Wherever the thing is, a door of light or water appears, the object floats into an open orifice then it closes. Such a door, if it could be called one, appears in mid-air or a solid object. People entered the storage and discovered it was a place of neutrality; feelings, thoughts, ideas, concepts, or material things didn’t exist. In what way does the storage incorporate items, whether celestial, material, or abstract, stored there? They have to be thought of, too, exist.

Once whatever is put into the storage, it's forever unless the owner decides to take that thing out of it. Are there possibilities of the physical laws of that world distorting the objects physically? Such a world never distorts stored objects, thoughts, feelings, or emotions. If several people can enter the storage, can they take (steal) things belonging to another? Every repository is an individual existing in a person's thoughts; none enters unless the key is given; the owner can change their thoughts; at random, words are the key, and it goes through a cycle of change that enters the owner’s thoughts automatically.

As some people wish to escape from the world, they want to reside in the place of vast storages of food, things, and thoughts; it transforms into a world of their own for a personal whim. In the mythical world, there is no law against this. The problem is that they could emerge in the actual world years in the future. Thus, the world they had known vanished years before. Despite the hazards, many wish to live in their storage until they pass away from existence. Individuals with family problems escape to the storage, never returning, they are never found, and the sky storage is kept secret. The authorities will never attempt to search for anyone; these people find refuge there because they can’t be found.

Special sky storages are connected to unique people's libraries and art studios. There are eccentric librarians and artists. They search the universe for their material. Reference material comes to storage from places never known. At times they will live between the sky storage and the real world.

Organized groups of people salvage old sky storage. They are actually celestial beings who clean up other realities; they don’t have physical bodies but resemble pulsating stars with incredible energy. The warehouses where thoughts, feelings, and material things are later transformed into energy and renewed for other cycles of creating new sky storages. As a result, much of the knowledge and experience of the previous owners is lost to oblivion.

Robert J. Matsunaga

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Fountains of No Words

As and when waters rise, people believe they can get their answers, talk to the waters, or are they talking to themselves? Are they called the waters of philosophy? The years had gone by, and people had considered the waters that sprouted out as teachers of wisdom, a university of the fountains or the waters. Philosophers, teachers, and counselors instruct on the world near the fountains. It’s an open place of classrooms; spheres or half spheres of water are brought to class as notebooks on the lectures, and the waters record words from the lessons. Students touch the waters with their minds, and ripples spread across the spheres as an indication of recording. Letters and sentences are written across the surface of the water with thoughts. Perhaps the fountains have different voices for each person, or are they the same? One spray is different from the others; a large one has whimsical twirling shapes hovering, circling, and dancing around the central sprouting waters among spheres and cubes of water. This fountain is famous; the advice was given about family problems, attaining wealth, fortunes, and guidance on who to love. Accompanying pools of water as part of the fountains when answering ripples span out in hues, possibly indicating mood, subject, or philosophy, as answers of which forms, they came with voices heard as if speaking poetry or riddles, visions entered the thoughts of the asker, disjointed words, many not making sense, it was up to the asker to receive these words, to put together what the terms were saying. Waters were companions for people who were alone; they spoke, the water answered them like another person, friendships were created, and deep intimacy formed into father or mother-to-child bonds as the water fountain remembered it’s relationship as of the progressing years. Firing streams of water had become libraries for people asking for knowledge, some wait days or asked to come back at certain times when the weather or formation of the stars is appropriate. To each person, fountains were universal with no limitations.

Imagine sitting on the side of a fountain and hearing the voices of past people, recorded sounds centuries before as the world was, the reason for historians to visit the place. With no written records, books, scrolls, or imagining stones, every minute part of life is recorded and then called up by later generations. Most have a greater interest in images from the past; those of sexual use, on the surface landscapes, are popular. A small amount of water has the same storage capacity as the whole fountain. Whatever new knowledge is given to the fountain continues with that amount of water somewhere else. People say the waters have voices. Waters were taken from the fountains to be companions by lonely people who talk to it; each small amount of water has an individualism that eventually becomes different from its parent fountain.

Fountains dying, is that possible? What are the origins of the water? No pipes or connections to ample supplies of water were ever found. Water ceases, not imparting knowledge or anything. Fountains renew their materials, reconstructing it formed as if it is living things. Some lay dormant for certain times; what reasons, and why? Rumors and questions grow, stories are added to long after the original time when the fountain had shut down, and accounts that evolved are not true. If there are pipes, they grow like branches of a tree or the developing blood vessels of an embryo. Water is the blood of the fountain. Is there death for a rush?

Are fountains individual philosophers that debate with one another? That doesn’t seem to happen for those who have made it a career of observing them. Words of one fountain take audiences from one to another, imparting the concept of popularity that rarely exists in the community of fountains, perhaps meaning that they don’t have personal ambitions, defining they are not egotistical as humans are. It’s been said in legend that when a fountain fades, an old man appears; is he the fountain in human form? Some might appear to be children and elderly women as they depart from where the old fountain was; somewhere else, there is a new one similar to the old one. Perhaps that is how the fountains travel to other places.

Waters from fountains had been found flowing like streams as if they were on a journey; then, where it settles, a structure of gardens and libraries appear, and their apparition people are observed as they seem to belong to that structure. Jets of water attains height appendages of water from the streams as they build systems that no one understands or wishes to believe in. As these waters flow, there seems to be music that comes as if the seas themselves are composing or musicians made of water are playing instruments; each month, new sounds evolve, proving to people that the waters are alive. The stone or wood that some fountains are made of never ages or becomes dirty, people who live around the fountains value old weathered, and worn-out wood, stone, metal, or glass. What has been worn out was and is considered to have had a conversation with the earth, as nothing stays the same because of time.

Robert J. Matsunaga

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The Prison of the Light

In the world of the mythology of my creation light can be imprisoned; the morning is dangerous because it blinds people, like a black hole it’s a prison where light can’t escape, this says the light is a living thing in a world of fantasy.

These lights weren’t fireflies or any other creature that had elements of phosphorus; the floating traveling or fast-moving lights were animals that were made entirely of light. They have the power to spread their light or contain it; they can produce any color.

People tried to trap them like animals to contain them in lamps of their homes; many would escape. Some of the lights could turn large; they blinded the trapper, so it was dangerous to trap them.

The lights had a natural attraction to children and people who would not harm them.

Only cages of darkness could perhaps keep these lights permanent prisoners; the cells resembled a fish-like thing with large glowing eyes; they gulp up the sunshine, adding a trapper that was hunting the light in the process.

The lights are an exciting part of society. They enhance life with danger and beauty.

Robert J. Matsunaga

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Flowers of Places and Dreams in a Vase

Cities with buildings that look like buds about to bloom, irregular windows of odd shapes, open daisies with living spaces, and roadways going in organized and haphazard ways. A city that resembles a vase of flowers. Apparition-shaped vehicles look as if they are flower petals and insects flying about the city, with roadway tubes and open highways as if they are like beams of light shimmering around the city.

It’s the city of the imagination, where buildings take the form of flowers; think of the technical skills needed to develop such structures. People live in these odd shapes, they don’t like the idea of box-shaped rooms, and they prefer unusual places. Books or kitchen things are stored in what resembles a natural cave. Natural extensions protrude from the walls and compare things to sit on. Anything is possible in these irregular rooms.

Mythical cities are anything a spectator or discoverer wishes them to be; the engineer and designer of the imagination can construct fantastic forms.

Strange other forms of the building are like buds that spread seeds to create new cities; people had followed these seeds, that is, and was their way of finding new homes. Some people wish to leave the ancient cities, but most stay because of their prideful beauty. Years ago, the towns were built by the hands of people by using machines that spun the shapes into existence, like threads or tubes of coiled clay being melted to create flower-like forms. Also, there are forms of solidified light that are hollowed out, the shell becoming the outer building and the interior being worked by designers, engineers, and artists to transform into a place to live and be comfortable.

By night or day, the cities were beautiful places to look at.

Robert J. Matsunaga

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Sounds on the Wind

Sometimes when people are relaxing during the early evening, they’ll hear music, but each individual doesn’t hear the same music; they listen to what they like, which isn’t from a radio or any device hooked up to an earphone. The music is heard in the wind; humans do not make it. It's part of nature, but it sounds like human hands and thoughts are related to the composition. Through wind chimes, music is composed by nature. Even without the chimes, the winds create various sounds before a drizzle and during a storm. When the rain comes down hard, different sounds are built on concrete, stone, asphalt, soil, and wood, to list a few of the things that rain touches. Think about the sound of rain on a glass window and the beautiful sounds it creates. Nothing can take away the instruments of nature; they are part of the world. Imagine human hands touching something made naturally; a sound comes from tapping it; metal, rock, soil, wood, or stone. Many of these materials might have been used to develop the early instruments of the ancient peoples. Animal sounds could be considered music; think about the barking of a dog in the distance during the early evening, the sounds of whales, and fish swimming through the water, the roar of a lion evoking majesty, or the beautiful sound of birds from various species. The wave, with its power and gentleness that comes to the shore and is heard in the distance, could conjure up memories when such sounds were heard. The music of the winds comes from its soul; all things have a soul, a non-physical element that is part of the eternal universe. Think about imagining a sound coming from observing a cloth flowing out a window; its sound could be heard, but think of other possible sounds, a sound of thousands of flags imparting the combined sound of ocean waves and fire; any form can be imagined. Even if no sound is conceived, an object could create something that is heard through imagination. In some ways, nature seems to have a rhythmic beat visually and audibly. Patterns in a pool of water might subtly create sounds imagined when small eddies lap against stone or concrete.

A breeze coming through the window is an exciting feeling; the sound it creates depends on the velocity of the wind, and when it’s strong it could evoke a frightening feeling. Other sounds coming through the window may not be natural. They are the things of everyday life, cars going by, people talking, trucks traveling in the distance, a plane flying overhead, or the sound of machinery. These sounds could awaken memories dormant since childhood or something that could be annoying. Every sound awakens feelings that are different for each person. An open window could create beautiful feelings as the sounds from the outside world come through. When those distant sounds are heard, a person might be pounding a nail, and a truck is being loaded up with things to be hauled away; the continuous sounds of a highway and every sound from the world coming through a window in combination have a strange sound that seems soothing.

At night a person can be awakened by the sound of crickets. It sounds like a dream, as if the world is covered with those sounds. Sometimes there is silence in a way. This is a kind of music that renders strange tranquility.

Sounds could be anything when they are heard. Memories rise, and certain moods are evoked. Anything is possible.

Robert J. Matsunaga

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Searching for Soul Masters in other Worlds

With a new soul mate, it will be like a memory of going to dinner with the family again; being with the soul mate recaptures the good things of the past; it’s like she or he says, let’s go back to the past and have a good time. This is only a dream in the fantasy world; to some, it’s reality; a person can go anywhere and do anything through fantasy and myth.

The search for the soul mate is found in another reality inside stacks of cubes in an endless universe called worlds, rows of cubes, or in the upside pyramid stacks right side upside down create patterns. The wondering discoverer is required to dream of searching each cube or sphere, every dream wakes up another, and they search for a soul mate, accumulating in constant searches that take years. Will the searcher ever find their soul mate? Some spirits guide the wonders; some are false spirits, others true, an endless search through difficulties such as weather and time.

The searcher of the legendary world needs the discipline to meditate to find and arrive at their final destination; meditation is an excellent guide to finding that right dream.

Some soul mates come to the one who searches for them in dreams, the dreamer and dreamt soul mate touch one another, but in the physical world, they never meet; the dreamer searches for years for that elusive person then perhaps they’ll find one another.

Soulmates in the world of fantasy are people who search for others of their kind, soulmate relationships that could form into potential partnerships, but for a price, at times they did not always get what they wished for; some customers have disappointment and they purchase these dreams because they are unable to find anyone in their goals. When a soul mate is found, the dream soul master tries to see if there are any errors in the dream; the other potential soul mate is not introduced yet; they are instead guided by thoughts, intuition, true, and false starts, and directions, because while the soul master dreams while asleep it is a guide, while awake they confide invoices. These words would guide them further, then finally through a long path of difficulty; the right soulmate is found when appropriate.

Faith in the soul master is essential.

Robert J. Matsunaga

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New Born Spheres

My children were born from the tree. You probably think I’m not human, we are not. Babies dropping from trees to be received into the soft embrace of their parents. In appearance, it might resemble an apple tree with sparse leaves. These are spherical fruits that don’t fall to the ground randomly. A waiting period comes, and then, at the appointed time, subtly the sphere gently detaches from the branch, and the globe floats to the waiting parents. Parents and three agree to communicate through tuition and telepathy. It sounds fairytale-like because people hide sexual things; no, it’s not that humans are ashamed of reproducing. Humans will object to this observation but remember, those are our observations. 

    You are curious about what I look like; I have fins on my back similar to wings, my skin is light blue, and my form is humanoid. Yes, boot-like shoes cover five fingers, long arms, skinny legs, and feet. Clothes on my body that resemble armor. And I float up; it’s not a unique ability; my species has this attribute. Yoli, that’s one way of calling my people. Yoli, we are people of the trees. Newborns put on a few vast triangular leaves. Also, some of the spheres with babies rest on the leaves like a cushion. 

We know which of our babies are ours; the Dioro tree aids us. In a dream, a female reclines, hovering; she and the male have the same ecstatic sexual experience as humans but far more profound. Although I said it’s a dream, it’s more accurate to us. The male is suspended in a sitting position extending his arms out. Why? Our biology? I never questioned it; it just is. There are several thousand dreams per tree. Dioro tree communicates to us in our language, guide, and mother. She nurtures our thoughts and feelings as the time comes to raise a family. 

Dioro trees reached high up to the clouds. My home is among the circular banyan-like trees surrounding the Dioro tree, which is lower yet firm. To us, it’s a city of trees, quite different from those humans live (reside) in. The rings of trees, a tight community of Yoli, are clannish, not trusting other Yoli. I try to be open-minded, but it doesn’t always work. Yoli communities need to experience more profound diversity of meeting the human, Sedrinaphy, and Aponsis races that have virtues and technologies we don’t have. 

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