Where Freedom Lies

Have you ever turned your attention heavenward on an overcast day? I think it’s safe to guess you probably have.  I know I have.

Maybe you’re feeling low, beaten down, hampered by circumstance and the unfortunate course of recent events. And when you look up, hoping, perhaps, for a kind of solace, a jolt of inspiration, instead you are confronted with a sky that is low and gray, appearing as if some celestial giant has dumped their dirty laundry into the dark slate of the clouds.  And sometimes it’s easy, and natural, to feel trapped.  Is there any way out?  Is there some unseen escape hatch that can be discovered and pulled?


We’ve all been there, at one time or another.

In The Eye-Dancers and The Singularity Wheel, the protagonists find themselves in an alternate reality, after having traveled through an interdimensional void.  Quite literally, during their adventure, their very survival depends on their point of view, their ability to transcend their predicament with perspective, insight.


And thoughts.

In The Eye-Dancers, as he ponders the manner in which Mitchell Brant, Ryan Swinton, and Joe Marma have been able to tap into the “ghost girl’s” otherworldly powers and navigate through time and space, Marc Kuslanski, as is his wont, attempts to drill everything down to the rational, the scientific, disregarding anything that is supernatural.  As he does this, however, he reflects on how quantum mechanics intersects with the limitless capacity of thoughts.


From chapter 22:

“If a person could alter reality simply by observing something, then how much more powerful were his thoughts?  Take Ryan and Joe and Mitchell.  They had convinced themselves that some ‘ghost girl’ was contacting them in their dreams.  They had no doubt that this was true.  And so . . . their thoughts created a new reality. . . . Their potent and shared belief had transported them from one world, one universe, to another.”

Indeed.  The realm of the physical is finite, limited, and restricted.  We can only walk so many miles, jump so high, meet so many deadlines.  But the internal space, the world of the mind . . . is as boundless as the universe itself, able to traverse infinity instantaneously, able to elevate and overcome and conquer.


Able to be free.

In the last stanza of his poem “To Althea, from Prison,” 17th-century British poet Richard Lovelace expounds on this liberation of the mind, this ability of thought . . . and love.

“Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage.
If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone that soar above,
Enjoy such liberty.”


I find that all of this is especially germane to the creative world.  The transformative quality of the story, the magic of the written word, is an elixir for the soul.  On the writing side, I can be having a long day at work, slogging through a pile of bills, cleaning out the attic–but the story, the idea–it lives on.  It just needs to be written; or, if a work in progress, continued, edited, polished.  I can lose myself in my characters, their struggles, triumphs, tragedies, and accomplishments.  I can be lifted high above the clouds during that “aha” moment when the plot clicks together, a jigsaw puzzle fitting in place after months of searching.


And as a reader?  The dynamic is similar.  Open a book.  Or scroll through a Kindle.  With no visual aid, you are transported, instantly, to the time and place the author has created from their imagination.  It’s a kind of magic, really, a form of telepathy.  You can find yourself in a drab, windowless room, a gray office cubicle (not that you should be reading on the job, mind you, *wink*, *wink*), or a crowded, stuffy waiting room.  It doesn’t matter.  The words on the page (or the screen) offer an almost out-of-body experience, where, regardless of what’s happening around you, you can live vicariously through characters born from the mind of someone who may live half a world away, or who may have died hundreds of years earlier and yet is able to speak to you across the chasm of centuries.


Magic, indeed.  The ability to soar high above, to travel through the depths of space and land on the far side of the universe.  Or right in your own hometown, able to see your world in a new and different way through the adventures of the characters you read about.  Or created yourself.

Freedom can be found anywhere, so long as you can dream, and think, and imagine.

“The stars are yours,” Ray Bradbury once wrote, “if you have the head, the hands, and the heart for them.”


Thanks so much for reading!


24 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Visionariekind
    Oct 28, 2019 @ 12:59:55

    beautiful -powerful and here I am wondering how it all works- leaping at the gates of something new…


  2. magarisa
    Oct 28, 2019 @ 14:50:55

    The sky is NOT the limit. Each of us has an amazing mind, and magic is multiplied when minds meet. What an uplifting, well-written piece!


  3. Patrice
    Oct 28, 2019 @ 15:28:03

    Such a lovely write ❤ – Dreamed to be said


  4. Laleh Chini
    Oct 28, 2019 @ 17:12:05

    Thanks for the following dear.


  5. ritaroberts
    Oct 28, 2019 @ 17:50:24

    Beautiful and inspiring.!!


  6. Dragthepen
    Oct 29, 2019 @ 03:43:31

    A lot of content, but worth the time and effort.😊


  7. Ste J
    Nov 02, 2019 @ 10:23:54

    Without the power of books, imagination would be terribly hampered. On a different note, any updates on new books from you, as I am an eager reader as you know.


    • The Eye-Dancers
      Nov 04, 2019 @ 12:40:07

      Very true! And thanks! A short story collection is in the works! Some stories in the collection will have appeared on this site; others have not. Definitely to be released sometime in 2020!


  8. Anna Waldherr
    Nov 11, 2019 @ 00:43:51



  9. Anna Waldherr
    Nov 24, 2019 @ 06:51:15

    Wishing you a Happy Turkey Day, Michael!


  10. Stephanae
    Dec 22, 2019 @ 13:27:38

    Mike, I “liked” this post a while back but didn’t or couldn’t comment at the time. So I sat down with a cup of coffee for a re-read and this piece resonates so well with my personal enlightenment journey. For the first time in several years, I began reading again and I can’t quite explain what happened inside of me but it felt like something unlocked. When I had to give up reading physical books because I could no longer see I was crushed until I began listening to them. The experience is a little different but I can still lose myself inside a good book and better yet, now I can read several simultaneously. So many of us are looking for answers to life and I think the secret sauce is in our minds. When we are able to imagine anything and everything becomes possible. Thank you for this brilliant piece of writing. Merry Christmas!! ~Steph


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