Mirror, Mirror On The Wall...

In escaping we relish the opportunity to release the dam of our convictions. In the overflowing deluge we can seek to claim or even reclaim our rightful place among a reality with which we find ourselves within.¹

In reclaiming a birthright that we feel entitled to all sorts of things can become askew. No one and no thing is entitled to anything. Forgetting one's place can be a hard and difficult lesson for those who seek such.

In the expression we revel. We seem to think that as can 'find' our selves in such. When the puppet master deems his expression with life, it becomes so and then when the party just gets going a change of mind occurs especially when one encounters objections with which one has already substantiated into existence. The effects can be devastating. The mirror does not lie.

As we jump through hoops over and over in order to appease our convictions we always fail. Illusions are like that, false, temporary and of ill substance.

Magicians create magic and when the mirror reflects the image avoided all hell breaks loose - as it's supposed to.

Wakey, wakey.