Reflections on the thoughts, self-preservation and one's own destruction, all in a time when the universe was young, and the light was upon us all ... Moments of Convergence - Part I
TONIGHT: Reflections delves into the minds of Crimson and Indigo, their thoughts on self-preservation in the guise of their own destruction. First, Indigo to Crimson, and then in the after thought of what could happen to any one of us in our own reality, we'll visit with Crimson to Indigo ...
For a moment, love's own light blossomed:
It’s only been a month since I started this journey ... but it seems like the longest moment in my life. Yet, it remains as if nothing has changed, or maybe it has. I don’t know. There’s nothing to tell me one way or another. Maybe it’s me that’s changed. I feel the same, but I am different, no longer silent. I’ve watched time slip by with no reason, or rhyme, neither answers nor conversation, no example or understanding. Yet, it makes me wonder what to expect ... I believe there’s nothing to prepare for, no whisper in the wind. I am but the wanderer, lost in my own thoughts and I can only hope to be on common ground, why else prepare for what is to come. There’s only silence or the perception of it. At first glance, contact has come and gone, passed me by as if something out of existence vanished leaving only a memory until nothing else remained ... but is that so bad, perhaps incomprehensible that I do not know what is real and what is fantasy?
Is that why I am still here? There is simply no reason, or point in leaving. Or is this in no uncertain terms a quest? There is nothing greater than knowing, but what should I learn from this encounter, this bending of my mind to thoughts that remind me of you? Is that why I linger, taking only one step at a time to find my way to you? Is there still so much to discover ... can I live knowing you for only a moment, or is there more to this story yet to unfold?
I have only questions ... I hope you have the answers.
Time is not your enemy, be silent and listen to your heart. What it tells you is the truth. What you seek will find it's way back to you, that is a certainty. We are of the same cloth you and I, alone, but in the annals of time, more than remembered. We are ... and have been. At this moment. we simply rediscover one another, in safety, love and the bud of romance, although neither of us see it that way. Of course it is complicated given who you are. I am but the predator you the consciousness. Not that it matters who is which, we learn from one another. The future holds great things for each of us, some together, some apart. I know you that is what is important. What happened before will happen again, it is inevitable. One future is tied to the other, hand in hand for a moment in time. I believe that is true. We simply begin again, where we left off. One future repeated in tandem with the other. For now, walk the line, I will catch up ... Love abounds you.
Our moments together are precious, do not discard them.
Hence, the lasting words of Crimson to Indigo. A future revisited, one life in the palm of the other, and vice versa. Love stems from the heart. It belongs to those who exchange its vow, not those who wander the night in search of it. For the needs of this story, that of the love affair between symbiont and host, the thought of love abounds, yet in separation, the heart longs for the other. So it is with Crimson and Indigo, once united now in the sorrow of separation with only a blind eye to the reality of reunification and its embrace. For Convergence, however, the moment of conjunction has come and gone, the blending of one future in the hands of the other needed to be more than a mystical bond. It needed to be a reality unto itself, only then can the traditions of memory and recurrence, even devotion remind the viewer of their own inhibitions and desires. One walks hand in hand with the other, like lovers on a beach, feet bare ... the warm sand under their feet. Perhaps, it is that moment we all feel abandoned, alone and vulnerable. The fusion of souls makes us stronger, love is the binding that ties us together, but life pulls us apart, takes hold in our lives, leaving only that which was strongest to remember, grieve or despise.
In the matters of heart, Crimson and Indigo long for what they remember, although they are apart, now in the face of reunification, in the heart of yet another incarnation, Olivia becomes our focus, which allows for a new set of feelings and thoughts to find its way, maybe even bubble to the surface. Anything is possible when the past, present and the future collide in a way that fleshes out our lives to a single entity. What happen before, will happen again, and because of it life repeats itself.
NEXT TIME: Symbiont and host, survival as one and the variations of loss of individuality, as we draw to a conclusion on the aspects of proliferation, ideals and our own belief systems as reflected in the worlds of Crimson Indigo. It's important to look at humanity in the context of life as a living machine. Manufactured, born, cloned, all of which offers a rendition of reincarnation, soul retention and, of course, access to the Points of Origin.
Reflections is the Blog of Author Grant Fausey
Creator Of Crimson Indigo
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About the Author ...
Grant Fausey earned degrees in Screenwriting, Cinema/Television Arts, and Creative Writing from California State University, Northridge, Film Production at the University of Southern California (USC) and Journalism and Advertising at Los Angeles Pierce College.