"...in dreams we stand in this great democracy of the possible and there we are right pilgrims indeed. There we go forth to meet what we shall meet."
Cormac McCarthy
When I encountered that resident of Tahlequah, OK and the Wonderworld, the singer/songwriter/musician, James Townsend, of the My Tea Kind, in this place of Realidad Magico, he immediately told me we were in Dream Time.
James told me of a recently dreamed prescient dream of suddenly, unexpectedly seeing me in the 'Quah. And in that dream James asked "What the hell is Sam Libby doing in Tahlequah?"
I ponder this question on the fifth anniversary of first arriving in the Realismo Magico (Magical Realism) of the 'Quah, of arriving in this time first seen in dreams (see 'Narrative of the Voyage of the Bloody, Snake Chariot at www.libbyhome.blogspot.com).
My being in Tahlequah has never been a thing of conscious decision or doing. It is a thing of mysterious magnetism, attraction, meaningful coincidence, music, mysterious migration/movement/transformation.
Everything about this visit in this time - is dream-like.
Business-as-usual (b-a-u), Babylon is falling. A person-of-color is president-elect of these United States of America. It is a glorious, transcendent Ozark autumn. There is great hope and anxiety in this dream democracy of the possible that we now find ourSelves in.
We are all pilgrims going forth to meet what we shall meet.
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