Yes, I have been away from Wyzard Ways for some time. I was on a roll for a while, gradually building momentum toward a new destiny, perhaps a revised destiny from a sudden change in a wind no longer in my sails. Not that it matters to my readers, which may number two or three, but this Blog was never meant to serve as more than a place to use text to articulate moments in time that I hoped were worth noting.
Wyzard Ways remains the territory of Phaedrus. He is contemplative and explores parameters beyond the shadows of awareness. His text often clarifies or unearth's unchartered terrains. I am often mystified about his ramblings even though he seems to seek clarity for alien paths that defy definition. Phaedrus began this journey in 2005, and the Internet was still young and naive. There were still mystical unknown regions and we were trying to comprehend what it was took look at your reflection inside of cyberspace. Identity became an issue...and it still is philosophically but social media has hardened the facade of communication. We are less in awe, and have lost our sense of wonder through the seduction of technology focused on destruction of the past.
I thought that Wyzard Ways could serve to provide a base to articulate a new level of perception and practice. In fact, that was to be the substance of this entry until I realized it is a new era, and maybe Phaedrus must remain in the shadows. There will always be a need to explore Time and Being as the poetics of awareness, and Phaedrus pursues the elusive dreams of our imagination.
But I have another quest...an unexpected turn in my journey. I feel new challenges that require a different sensibility. I need to reach beyond the limitations of experience and pursue a new vision. It is difficult to describe something important but as yet too vague to become a reality. It is a hunch, a premonition tangible in the outskirts of consciousness. Guided by the certain sense that this revenant is shaping my encounter with the coming days, I quietly celebrate an emerging inspiration that holds the promise of yet another renaissance more abundant than any I have known.
But an obstruction now challenges my going forward. I listen to the signals from a distant place that seems obscure, and yet, somehow familiar. Let's see if I can persuade myself to continue on this unfamiliar path, that suddenly veered away from the path that seemed so secure.
