Journal of Shibbolet of Gor
 

This is where it all began Ellasrock Lighthouse Gor. "What began here?" I hear you ask.

Sit a while, please, and read what I have to tell...help me! With a smile , and a raised eyebrow, I look at you from here, the other side of the screen. I stare as deeply into your eyes as I can. I am on Gor.

I know what you are thinking... "What is this? Gor is a fictitious place invented by the writer John Norman". Let me explain... try and spare the time, you might just be the one to follow me, and get me back, (if ever I decide I want to come back, that is).

Have you ever meditated? Have you ever drifted so far down into your subconscious that you feel as if you have left this life, this dimension? If so you might just be the one to understand me. The one who believes me. The one to come and find me. Have you ever asked where do ideas come from? where do artists and writers get their inspiration from? Is it the same place where mediums get their messages? who knows, but let's just call it the other side.

When I was a young child, I remember watching a cobbler. The interest and concentration was so great that I would not, indeed, dare not look away. I had this feeling, a tingling between my shoulder blades, at the back of my head... it was lovely. I knew that if I "broke the spell" I might never get that feeling back.

Much later in life I learned how to meditate, how to delve into ones-self. I soon realized the feeling was still there, just the same, unchanged after all those years. I then began to use that feeling almost as my mantra, when I got it, I was there, not here, I had stepped to the other side. The "other side" is where John Normans inspiration comes from, where all inspiration comes from...and there things like Gor, ...fairies, ...Middle earth of Tolkien EXIST!!

I remember reading once that Einstein said that he valued imagination more than knowledge. You can learn everything there is to know about ...a metal box. But once learnt there is no more to discover, the limits are reached. But then give it to a thinker, a writer, and artist, and you will never reach its boundaries. Imagine knowledge as a grain of sand, then imagine that the other side, where ideas come from, where legends and fantasy are common place, is as big as every beach on the world.    LIMITLESS... FOREVER... BOUNDLESS...    Imagine that one day, by accident, a passage was found to this place. A place where everything in histories imaginings are stored...endlessly drifting... but real. Imagine if this way through to the other side was right here before you. In this screen...reached by a pathway called the Internet. To daft to laugh at? Ridiculous? Then why are you still here? Why have you just remembered how real that cyber sex seemed. How the whole room, the office, wherever... just disappeared. How you were consumed by your travels, how you never imagined that imagination could be so real. Have you just had that feeling... the shudder down your spine? Have you just looked behind you? Around you? Feel safe? No? Quite right! Don't!! That would be one huge mistake. Remember that feeling I just spoke of... did you nearly get it? Did you recognize it... well, next time, as soon as you get it, realize that you are being drawn in. It's up to you at that moment, to either resist or go with the flow.

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