BASIA
A dream figure which knows all about the origin of consciousness.
She wants Maja to be with her father instead of trying to bring him back.
Ask the Mirror
In the curious case of reality, there's a bit of a pickle: How can you ever know if anything really exists when you're not around? The trick is, you'd have to vanish to find out. But then, who'd be left to tell the story? It's a riddle without an answer, like asking a mirror to explain what happens when everyone leaves the room.
Once there was a symphony of thoughts
BASIA
My name isn't important. You'll likely forget it once you wake up. But for now, let's stick with Basia. In the grand scheme of things, it's just a label. You will forget me like you forgot Whisper. Oh, Whisper doesn't ring a bell? In the world of pop psychology, that's a classic case of repressing guilt.
So you want answers. Alright, Maja, let's set the stage. When I mention 'oceans' and 'planets,' don't take it too literally. We're not talking about a splash in the sea or a trip through the cosmos.
Think of it more like this: your brain is still hooked on the physical world. It kinda needs these down-to-earth metaphors. They help to paint the bigger picture without making your head spin.
So the story begins...
Once, there was a world, a vast ocean of collective consciousness – we called us Polys. It was everything – every thought, every dream, all of us, linked in this beautiful, infinite network.
In this shared space, it's not chaos; it's a symphony of thoughts, a dance of imagination.
We are the creators, the sculptors of this reality. The limits? There are none. If you can dream it, it becomes part of your world.
Consciousness isn't a mere side-effect of the brain. It's the core, the very essence of existence.
This is our true home, a cosmic tapestry of shared existence.
Then, something ripped it apart. Millions of minds stranded in solitary. That's what you are. A scattered fragment, a lost piece of a once-whole consciousness adrift in what you think is reality.
But this physical world, it's a shadow, a narrow slice of what truly is. It's confined, limited, where we live as isolated entities, blind to the vastness we were part of.
Now, the question of all questions. What are lucid dreams? That's where you feel it, isn't it? In dreams, the boundaries blur, and we glimpse the Polys – our lost unity.
A Taste of Home
That's where we get a taste of home, where we brush against the Polys. In those dreams, we're not just individuals; we're reconnected to the collective. It's not an escape, Maja, it's a reunion.
Remember, Maja, every time you dream lucidly, you're not escaping reality. You're returning to it.
You can touch the Polys, reconnect with the collective, even if just for a moment. It's in these dreams that you remember what you once were and could be again. It's not just a dream, Maja. It's a call back to your true self, to the home you once knew.
Why your father will never return
You want your father back? Forget about it! I’ve gotten to know your dad, probably better than he knows himself by now. I see all his thoughts, his fear-tainted desires, his swallowed anger, his sheer desperation... It's like a soap opera in his head, but with less commercial breaks.
Believe me, he loves you, but he's made his choice. His place is down here, with your mother.
We all carry a pain that never fades, don't we? I wish I could've seen my dad, just once. But hey, life's not a fairy tale, is it?
