-- *Mar*Here is an original, lyrical story built around the theme of *consciousness travel*—a journey that moves through memory, nature, and the unseen layers of reality. ------------------------------ *The Wanderer of Many Skies*
Arin did not know when the journey had begun. Perhaps it started the night he first dreamed of a river that flowed without water, carrying instead the shimmering memories of countless beings—birds, trees, winds, and even stars. Or perhaps it started far earlier, long before birth, when consciousness itself was only a spark drifting in the vast, luminous dark. What he knew was this: *he was travelling without moving.* Every morning, Arin woke in the same room, the same bed, the same quiet village on the edge of a forest. Yet each dawn he felt himself returning from faraway realms, as though his consciousness had slipped out during the night and wandered through worlds not mapped in any atlas. At first, he thought they were dreams. But dreams do not teach you things you have never heard. Dreams do not return you wiser than when you slept. One night, as he lay listening to the forest sigh, a soft voice—more feeling than sound—rose from within him: *“Come. There is much to see.”* And the world dissolved. ------------------------------ *The World of Roots* Arin found himself beneath the forest, not among the trees but *within* them. The roots glowed faintly, like veins carrying a secret light. He felt the slowness of the old oak, the playful chatter of a young sapling, the mourning of a cedar struck by lightning years ago but still remembering the fire. When he touched a root, a memory rose inside him—not his memory, but the tree’s: *The first rain of a forgotten season. The first bird that trusted its branch. The taste of sunlight stored in wood.* The forest was not a place; it was a mind. And now, somehow, he was part of it. A whisper trembled through the roots: *“Keep travelling.”* ------------------------------ *The River of Lost Moments* He emerged beside the river from his dreams—the river of memories. It flowed silently, made of millions of translucent pages, each page a moment someone once lived. He stepped in. Instantly, he felt the memory of a girl learning to walk, of an old man releasing his final breath, of a wolf hunting beneath a moonlit ridge. These were not strangers; each memory became *him* as he felt it. The river had no boundary between self and other. At its center, an eddy of shimmering light swirled around him. *“You are learning the oldest truth,”* it said. *“Consciousness does not travel through the world. It travels as the world.”* And he was lifted upward. ------------------------------ *The Sky of Forgotten Births* Arin floated in a sky without stars—only soft, drifting sparks like embers of ancient fires. Each spark, he realized, was a being preparing to enter life. A bird choosing its wings. A child choosing its first breath. A wanderer choosing a family he has not yet met. When Arin touched one spark, he felt a story: *a life he had once lived on a distant coast, where he listened to whales sing and felt his heart awaken.* He understood: consciousness travels through births and deaths as easily as wind travels across a field. A warm, vast presence filled the sky. *“Travel on,”* it said gently. *“You have only begun.”* ------------------------------ *Return to the Body* Arin woke to sunlight. The forest outside was the same, yet not the same. He saw threads of memory running through every leaf, every breeze. He felt himself connected to the river beneath the world and the sky beyond birth. He had not walked a single step, yet he had traveled farther than any map could show. And as he rose, he felt a quiet promise stirring in his chest: He would travel again— for consciousness has no borders, and the world is only one of its many skies. ------------------------------ If you'd like, I can also write: ✨ A longer novella based on this theme ✨ A philosophical commentary explaining the symbolism ✨ A more mystical, poetic, or scientific version of the story ✨ A sequel where Arin learns to travel consciously while awake -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Thatha_Patty" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To view this discussion visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/thatha_patty/CACDCHC%2BwesH4Lf%2Bs4VzS0ASnDNp-WCTJkwjW6U39OXSgsD8DuA%40mail.gmail.com.
