Sleep has been a stranger lately. Maybe the last four or five weeks, it’s been hit or miss as to whether or not I’ll sleep the night, or wake up at five a.m. wondering if I was going to be staring at the walls for the next few hours, then have to trudge through my day a zombie. This has been followed by an even stranger phenomenon: vivid dreaming. When I do actually sleep, I find I wake with vivid dreams of totally unexpected longings and fears, alive in HD hyper-reality. I haven’t dreamed like this ever and wonder what could be happening in the universe, as have many of my friends and family members.
On February 7 and 8th, 2012, NASA video taped startling footage from the surface of the sun:
An Earth sized Solar Tornado made up of magnetic strands and plasma.
In Andrei Tarkovsy’s seminal 1972 film, Solaris, (my favorite film ever) based on the Stansilaw Lem’s novel of the same name, a group of cosmonaut scientists are trapped on a space station, subject to strange activity from a mysterious planet they’ve been orbiting. Further strange reports from a Pilot who saw a giant baby emerging from the planet’s viscous surface leads the Russian Space Center to enlist rational psychologist, Kris Kelvin, to go investigate and disprove this supposed babble. Once there, he finds his cohorts sanity compromised, the planet having accessed their psyches and plundered the depths of shameful memories, manifesting them in the form of ‘visitors.’ Scientist Snaut’s visitor is a some sort of deformed child or midget, Dr. Sartorius’s visitor is just a glimpse, but for sure a ‘she-visitor’ who worries him to death. Meanwhile, Dr. Giberian has killed himself beneath the burden of unresolved rationality, but not before leaving a warning recorded for his friend, Kris. Stay away. Kris gets immediately sidetracked from his sleuthing once confronted with his own visitor, his late, beautiful wife Hari, her suicide having long ago locked his rationality around him like an armor. What is a man of intellect to do but start to sweat? When one’s visions of buried anxieties are alive and well, do we find we are the co-author of these visions even as we try and run from them?
In making Strand, my web series about a Dystopian world brought on by enmeshed singularities and a greedy government’s wish to control everything, I have to ask myself if I am co-authoring this possibility. I mean, I know we haven’t experienced the zombie phenomenon after authoring or enjoying zombie shows like The Walking Dead, but what are we conjuring in the universe if there is a creative intelligence? I’m just saying.
Our star, the sun, has started to manifest some unusual activity. This last decade has seen a lot of films created around end-of-the-world scenarios, the untenable now in our mass subconscious. What if our star, like in Solaris, can manifest what we think about? Could it ferret out, like the planet in Solaris, all our deepest fears and make them real? Could it’s driving force be what we think about? So, therefore better start to think about great things? I’m not writing anything new here. The New Age world has been talking about the power of Intention for a long, long time. What is it we are authoring every day with our hopes and fears? Could our dreaming and our visualizations make true what we create from a cellular to a solar level? Humans are the manifestation of consciousness, the only ones we know of for certain. Although it would be naive to present this as fact, I present it as fiction with uncanny resemblance to a masterwork presenting moral truth about consciousness as an omnipotent creative energy, as big as the sun. What if every sun fueled it’s conscious creators to create? And what if the creators fueled the sun’s creations? How much could we imagine into existence?
Our imbalance in the universe is our own, frail, human inability to see that we can create and destroy; that which is already in front of us.