Dejan Nashoku
Sep 7, 2018 · 4 min read

Expedition Of The Terrestrials

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As I continue the journey where I left off, I have found myself in a strange place. It took me a long time to gather strength to describe the experience I had when I went on the expedition of the terrestrials.

These landscapes that I saw were nothing but spectacular. Barren, cruel, uninviting… but somehow I felt at home. I never figured out why I felt at home, but this strange sensation that I had lead me to explore. Somehow my muscle memory was already familiar with this terrain. Unknown, untamed, but peaceful…

Painting by Wayne Barlowe

“I’m sitting by the crystal lake
Severed silver chord
Another evolution, twisted Darwin’s wake
On the planet of Bar, all aboard
Creationism, no input, creator failure
Theory of everything
Mutated deviations, no savior
DNA’s architecture, natures labyrinth”

This lake I have swam before… This haven of mine, I have been here before…

But I do not remember it like this. Been here before, to this place, by this lake. I know it is out of this world, out of people’s harm. There is something special about this place that I have yet to remember.

Train of thoughts… ethereal consciousness… Darwin’s wake.

It is slowly coming back to me. Talk, talk, talk… all that noise is now behind. All that white fantasies, wishing for a miracle, is now behind. Thoughts and prayer… like a clown in a crisis. Becoming clearer. Becoming god-sized. I am becoming myself again.

This hard hitting, relentless realization made me remember… This is me. My world. My consciousness. My identity. The I.

This is my creation. The world that I have built when imagination and fantasy ran wild in my young age, now but a barren land filled with monsters. Huh, the audacity of men. This is where it all began.

The day I stopped dreaming, the day I started screaming at everything and everyone. The day I started blaming the world. The day I started acting the fool, the victim. That is when it all crumbled apart.

Blessed are the ignorant, for they never have to face themselves. The world’s that they have created. This twisted philosophy that doomed my mind, was the “New Christ” for me. But this one was unforgiving, relentless, cruel and a constant reminder of my failures and my silent screams of the night.

This was my Judah. My nocturnal guide to self-destruction. Leaving questions unanswered, it showed me my fate. My doom.

Painting by Wayne Barlowe

“Twisted genetics, exploitation
Planets life form, mutilation
Species of unknown origin
Inhabitants from hell visiting
From amphibians to reptiles
To giant merciless dinosaurs
Herbivores to carnivores
Beast like creatures from outer earth
Strange creation, natures mistake
Or perfect creature, sublime praise

Gods or monsters, connected with all
Nature, the link in between them all
Divine sight for the weak and blind
Reality or fantasy, diluted mind
Surreal existence, trip construction
Slow endless sanity castration”

Eerie creatures came lurking from every side. Sensing the smell of my fear. The smell of my failure. I could feel that I was not welcomed here. The skies were bleeding. The black sun shun its shadow light upon this dry land.

My mind began diluting. Opening. Diluting. Connecting.

It started expending its horizons. Watching where I have been. Waking up from my long hibernation. Even my own thoughts turned against me. Punishing me for what I have done to this once beautiful world. To myself.

As I was slowly waking up from this eventful dream, I recognized myself once more. Met the I once more. Connected with all.

Painting by Wayne Barlowe

“Starry nights, flying frights
Leviathans of the sky
Distorted eyes, sacred nights
Paralyzing notes of twilight
Moonlight brought everything out
In wicked harmony sounds arouse
This crystal lake turning cryptic
Ending this eventful daydream”

As I started to wake up, I realized my true potential. My passion was clear as the lake I saw on that outer world.

What I was afraid to do before, now it was a mission to complete.

So I took the first step and started sharing my poems on an application called Wattpad. Now it was a matter of time for someone to read what I have written. I was waiting for the response to my writing like a child waiting for the ice cream truck. I just needed to know that there is someone out there, in the whole wide world who felt like me. Someone who understood me. And there truly was…

I took the path. I have found my “Fundamental Synergy”.

TO BE CONTINUIED…___________________________________________________________________

I am a writer of the book “Fractal Theory”, and this is my journey on how I found my passion for writing, a story about how my poems we created and the inspiration and thoughts behind them.

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