Everyday Portals

I live in a far more urban area than I ever thought I would, especially having lived in places where I led people through the woods & hiked much of the time. I feel off sometimes without that.

There is a tree that hangs beside and over my apartment.  I sat outside last night with a candle, and it felt like I was camping somewhere with a small fire... of course, that being somewhat of an illusion b/c the city lay right beyond... though that an equal illusion, because the curve of the world lay right beyond & beyond that... mystery... wonder. 

This reminds me of studies where people stared at Jackson Pollock's paintings. Brainwaves showed a relaxation state, and the patterns in those paintings had the same fractal patterns folded in them as clouds.

The tree twists with its branches into a pattern that is like a key for the person encountering it, and the person is changed or transported or taken back to ground state; whatever. 

There are portals everywhere, should they be given attention, even in a crazy town like this. Remember the wardrobe to Narnia, the mushrooms from Alice and wonderland, the hidden tokens in the video game that infuse the creature with some kind of wonder.  

Here we are toiling around an organic video game world, where right at our feet or in the sky there are secrets hanging there for us.

Lets say the whole world then is a key or a portal, but sometimes even the sky seems obscured by some modern box we are in. Then there is the mind, which is a sort of key within. 

Olympic athletes practice races in their minds, and the same muscle groups fire as though they are running. Their 'real world' performance is shown to improve, but the brain doesn't know the difference.  

Now we're talking of the journeys that shamanic healers go on & sometimes take people on. Even if the journey is only through the mind (whatever that means), the mind doesn't know the difference, registers the experience as real on some level, and we return to the state of wonder.

Then there is the story of an astronaut who visited an indigenous people out in the middle of nowhere. She thought she was bringing them something profound and far outside their experience, having after all been to the moon. 

When she told them, they merely nodded and brought to her their shaman, who they said had also been to the moon. The two traded stories, having been on equivalent adventures, by different means, to different aspects of the same place. 

Perhaps the next place we visit will be the secret place right outside the door that is so easily missed as one sleep walks through a perfectly good slice of infinity.  

Here we are in the company of the world surrounded by beings of equal depth and mystery. One can throw away time in a highest quality way. Hmmmm.