suspension of disbelief.

disbelieving in something does not therefore render it nonexistent.
nor does the opposite hold true.
lots of people, i mean LOTS, love jesus......
but he hasn't really made that big comeback world tour yet, has he?
c'mon.
i'm sayin',
since people started recording stories, on caves and rocks, even,
overlapping ideas have rippled out from a collective wellspring.
i'm not saying that this stuff wasn't primitive minds making sense of inexplicable natural phenomena,
i'm just saying that I wasn't there to disprove or disbelieve,
anywhere,
when every single group of previous peoples came up with the same explanations.....
therefore,
i'm calling for a halt to the disbelief in the fantastic.
or at least, to the dismissal of fantasy, myth, and legend as only rennaissance fair weak-saucery.
dress-up reality-escapists are not the hottness, but also not what i'm talking about here.
legendary myth may not be the whole truth, but i'll bet there is some truth to it.
i'm tellin' you, i can usually smell a lie from pretty far off,
and all that these woodland realm whispers are tellin' me is NOT that stinky, y'heard?
now,
 i am a firm believer in flesh and blood, bone, muscle and will.
but those raving raven winds of change and war,
the big bellowing bowl-over blowhardies
are exactly what we rail our frailty against,
trying to explain and make some sense out of.
invisible forces.
nature's inner nature,
time, life, death, misfortune, the whole thing.
hence the need to just be dope.
to wade in, waging an-all out contest against the inevitable.
being BOLD, all the way past ten, to eleven.
seriously,
barbarian battle-beasts participate and make moves to affect their circumstances and surroundings.
that's just what we do.
but,
that doesn't mean that there is NOTHING beyond what we can touch and taste with hammer-hands and tempered tongues,
i'm talking about secret universal plans, ya'll.
destiny? fate? i dunno about all that.....
but i do know that i am elbows-deep in meta-magical woodsly goodness every single day.
and there is a flow of cultivated vanilla-sky coincidences paving a path of purposeful power that i ride like thor's goat-drawn chariot.
hot fire, and lightning.
real world wonders and less-than literal litanies for my life.....
to clarify:
i'm not praying to shinto spirits any more than holy spirits or 80-proof spirits;
i put my faith in my own tacticle abilities,
my headfull of facts and figures,
my bony spiderhands and the art-makiness therein,
BUT my abilities are rooted in the willingness to recognize and interpret the signs and
symbols of the waking world around me.
a real-life documentarian.
it's all really happening.
that's what i'm trying to tell you.......  
i have never seen a fairy, or a minotaur,
but i sure do know a good allegorical metaphor when i see one.......
my disbelief is on suspension.
with the looming possibility of being expelled altogether.

if nature can come up with some sh!t like this......
i live in the here and now,
and those jammers make me believe in monsters, yo.

all histories are just visions of the truth as seen by the chroniclers....
open your eyes.
never quiet, never soft.....