The Arena of the Mind

This is an article on the nature of fiction, how it relates to consciousness, the structure of the mind, and how it is structured and appears in the media.

-> I am continuously writing this post, and update it constantly. If it ever seems incomplete, that is why. This post and its subject is the basis of most articles featured on my opinion and review blog: the overly self-righteous critic.

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Consciousness & Author

Let’s first define consciousness. I interchangeably refer to the “author” of a work as “consciousness” in this article, because in the case of pure inspiration, creating does not feel like it comes from “you.” It feels like it comes from a place being unearthed deep in the meanders of you, or it feels like it comes from far from the back of you, or it also feels like it comes “from above.”

That is because pure creation is a form of channeling from the most unbridled part of one’s being: the subconscious, the pure essence of human consciousness; that is, the living, aware spark of life is the soul, the being that is your real You. Spiritual circles like to refer to it as “the higher self”. Philosophers call it the soul. Doesn’t matter how you name it, we’re all speaking of the same thing.

As such, the truest nature of an author, is their soul. A human being is a human consciousness above all else, and when we create, we feel as if we’re a container for the inspiration of the consciousness in the back. We’re the humble tool, the hands to transmit the story we’re about to tell, the message that the spark of life dwelling inside us wants to convey.

The will being enacted in a work fiction, is that of one’s consciousness. It thus feels a poor rendition to only refer to a creator or writer as simply, an author, rather what than it is, a consciousness; a unit of energetic currents, creating. To simplify, whenever I write “consciousness”, in your head you can translate it as “the author’s mind,” “the author,” or “the mind behind the story.”

Trauma work

Fiction imitates to a fantastically, fascinatingly precise degree a real-life process called manifestation, which gives human consciousness the ability to rewrite history, fulfill desires, and brings forth the vision of one’s soul into the grounds of reality.

Fiction is the birthing ground of the mind. If one adheres to the idea of reality being holographic in nature, that it is being projected by living consciousnesses populating the universe, then fiction is that exact same thing and process, replicated in a miniature version, inside one’s head. Fiction is the projection of one’s mind, choosing whatever art is best suited, to replicate the universe of the soul; the mind. Fiction has the uncanny property to transmit every aspect of your mind, every thing contained within it. Whether in paper, orally, through music, the mind and the soul replicate themselves, project themselves forth, a copy of themselves, through art. Fiction, in my opinion, is particularly potent regarding that process, as it manages to capture the full extent of the mind in all of its emotional complexity, especially in the way that scenarios are shaped and formed, because they allow for the greatest replications of reality. I especially recommend written forms of fiction combined with some visual elements.

In the real world (in our holographic reality, if you will), consciousness brings about scenarios that offer potential for the greatest emotional fulfillment of our soul and subconscious. The mind moves physical circumstances, adjusts them over time to suit what it wants to see. The constant goal is always to align physical, external reality to the most ideal perception a consciousness has of its reality; what consciousness, dwelling in the subconscious, wants to see, on this most primal level, it will bring about.

That process is especially needed in the rewriting of history. Circumstances occur in our lives (our matrix, if you will), that shatter us on the inside. These circumstances, are at the opposite of what we want to see, feel, experience. When we experience the horror of what we certainly absolutely do not want, we start to manipulate our reality; that is where the metaphysical nature of the vibes come into play, as the mind uses vibes in the aether to manipulate physical reality.

Fiction is not real, as it exists only in our mind. But within the mind, it is real enough, that it can emulate feelings, sensations and experiences consciousness wants to experience, making it the best form of therapy. I wholeheartedly recommend anyone suffering to simply start writing; you have no idea what you will find inside yourself until you pick up a pen and open the gates to your subconscious.

Reality is real because it affects us. And because it is inescapable. A highly immersive video game, if you will. Fiction is not real, in the sense that it does not impact reality; the creation of a fictional universe does not directly transform reality the way direct, physical and vibrational actions do.

Let’s take the idea of a physical positions as part of healing trauma. Physically putting one’s self in a position we were in during a traumatic moment, years after the event or events themselves, replicates the circumstances of that trauma; one aspect of it (the physical). That process done while being in our present-day reality that gives us a sense of safety good enough to relax, replicates the same situation, thus putting the mind right back in that moment. While combined with present-day reality, it gives the possibility for the outcome to change. When the outcome has changed, reality has changed. That is the rewriting of history.

Fiction functions under the exact same principle.

Art is the best therapy

This section relates more to the nature of art than to the specifics of fiction itself, but I wanted to discuss it simply to discuss how fiction is involved in art.

Fiction, like art, is also often birthed for the sake of healing. That is because fiction is the greatest form of self-expression. There is no higher form of self-expression than the one that exports the entirety of your mind on paper.

For this reason, as well as because of its structure and how it operates, fiction is also a fantastic tool for the navigation of the mind.

Once you have opened yourself up to a story, once your mind has began to create that story, it will use itself as a reference to create it; its own essence, your human experience on this earth, your own instinctual understanding of life. All of it is regurgitated to propel a story forward; it becomes its foundation.

-> The foundation of any fictional world and what populates it is constructed out of the essence of consciousness, your human experience on earth, and your own instinctual understanding of life. See: Why do we hate or love certain fictions?

And so, anything present in a story is a hint towards who you are. You will sincerely never create something that you are not, because the only thing the mind is capable of creating, is what it is. We all create, re-create, and reproduce what we are, we make everything in our image, because like cells, we multiply ourselves into infinity.

Because of it, you will find out about processes of your emotional reasoning that you had never suspected before or manged to grasp and understand.

The rush of daily life always makes it that we never have the time to sit and ponder. Thoughts and emotions are prompted by external reality twenty-four seven, without us taking the time to formulate, word, and assimilate every one of our responses to these external stimuli.

Sitting in the world of fiction is better than sitting in a meditation, because the world of fiction opens to you the gates of your own mind. You plunge into the reality of you, and get to explore the meanders of you. When you can enter into the meanders of your own emotional reasoni


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