Hades showed me a place called "the sea of forgotten dreams", where all not-fulfilled dreams drown.
Imagine an underground cave filled with water, dark and murky water, and, underwater, a million small dots of light shine. The waves move with a slow rhythm that you cannot predict or know where it comes from, but it's still present; maybe, their origin comes from the falling of new lost dreams.
On the shores, stairs appear, on this place, you can sit and watch. There's profound silence, no one's here, only you and these forgotten dreams.
I cannot stop thinking about the similarities between creativity, fear, and the water element. All of them are related to the "flow" and "be", whether it be divine or wounded.
And, while reading a book called "The Artist’s Way. A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity" I'm being enlightened on this topic and its reasons.
She talks about how to embody an artist's perspective on day-to-day life, I'm not done with it yet but I find fascinating the process of understanding that we all are artists by nature, by birthright, and the most important thing is to remember that we don't need to paint masterpieces or write best-selling books to be considered artists, by learning to be in the present and to nurture our own desires and wishes we can accomplish a life full of fulfillment.
She also explains something about an aquarium, which I find fascinating and I thought about designing a meditation about this aquarium. How do you see it? How is it? Are you paying attention to that ecosystem? Or are you fishing too many fishes at the same time and then you feel depleted? Fascinating.
And the similarities with the sea of forgotten dreams... We let our wishes die, intentionally, because we don't believe in ourselves, and we do it regularly! That leads us to not believe in ourselves, and, in the long run, what we do consistently becomes reality.
How are your inner waters? A peaceful sea? A raging river? A dead lake?
By letting our wishes and needs die, we kill ourselves in the process as well.
