Musings of a Mythological Me

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Spirit Space

To be or not...it is a question...

Now and again.

After much pondering of all the proper notions of what is accepted as true, it has been determined that the 'sightings' of those such as me are infrequent, in that which is known as the measured area of few and far between. It has been realized that this is due to the fact that those of shifting substance are quite dependant upon belief, that fragile sense of something, so difficult to hold and keep.

Quite the horns of a dilemma, take it from me, I have several; also scales and a tail along with other objects too difficult to mention. It's quite dismaying, and yet, the discriptions given of us always seem to be very much of nightmare and deeply wanted dreams.

The wise among them know that understanding origins can be tricky, and are among the most difficult of things. A search to uncover, an arcaeological dig into minds seeking a reason into what is, the odd yearning for connecting to worlds grounded in imagination.

The child inside a human's being can at times shine through, to be found within certain types of differing view. Dispite doubts sown by others, there are places within where dragons fly, and when tamed with truth they can be ridden, to rise into stormy skies just for you. And silver unicorns in gentle purity await all the ones strong and kind enough to seek and find them, all in proper time.

The Creatures of Mythos reside in a complicated manifestation, constructed of shadows and mystic mirage. Our only foe is nullifying thought which can erase, when sent out and beyond that of inner space. And when this silly notion is embraced, no matter what is sighted, those who have done their best to believe become defeated and unseen. Such an unfitting ending for those such as me.

Thus, Nessie is an optical illusion, born upon the raging waves of Loc Ness. Bigfoot is merely a costume or a sly bear at best.

But the glad news is of the blurry line which exists, that of the Dodo keeping hope alive, dispite the continuing obstacles put forth by the most stagnant of minds.

I still reside in moving frames of perspective, jarring places of uncertainty and faith, as do others of my kind. To greet us just know we are and will be, and we will find each other, eventually.

The key to our home can be found in the ones who live in their absolute truth of what is and not, and so many of them will always deny us. It is a skeleton used to open every door that changing knowledge will allow.

And we of the Mythos know that in actuality, we created them, in our less than mysterious moments met in times of now and again.

 


Submitted: January 26, 2021

© Copyright 2021 LE. Berry. All rights reserved.

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Ann Sepino

I love this little insight into what a mythological creature might think of its existence. It reminds me of earth spirits, and how they're able to exist only if people believe that they do and pray to them. :)

Wed, January 27th, 2021 1:01pm

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What you expressed in your comment was very much a part of the thought process I had as I came up with the story...thank you so much for your like Ann!

Fri, January 29th, 2021 12:42pm

hullabaloo22

Gorgeous writing, LE, and more than a little bit true perhaps.

Thu, January 28th, 2021 7:29pm

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Thanks hullabaloo22...weird imaginings are a part of life and writing.

Fri, January 29th, 2021 12:44pm

tom mcmullen

The universe as many dimensions...See you on the dark side of the moon...Well written as usual Le!

Fri, January 29th, 2021 1:13am

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Dream of yourself...and who knows? Thanks for the comment tom.

Fri, January 29th, 2021 12:45pm

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