imagination

It is impossible to imagine existence void of any intelligence.

If I was to survive, I must literally believe myself into being. This, of course, was essentially no different from what I'd always done. I'd simply believed in myself until, in fact, I existed.

Ours is a sacred imagination created from blessings above which if used in the spirit of love will guide us to walk the earth in friendship all our days.

The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the Eyes of others only a Green thing that stands in the way.  Some See Nature all Ridicule & Deformity... & Some Scarce see Nature at all But to the Eyes of the Man of Imagination Nature is Imagination itself.

Mid-December is thus one of the most positively magical times of the year.  Things are possible during December's darkening days that are not even dreamt of at other spokes of the Wheel of the Year.  We should use this magic as a vehicle for deepening our awareness of the world around us and preparing our souls for the ongoing pilgrimage of our lives.  A seeker of Wisdom in the thrall of Winter's Solstice should consider their celebrations as a spiritual pilgrimage or even a quest, during which, through the disciplined use of the spiritual imagination, he or she may encounter one's own truest self along the way and in communion with Spirit.

What a glorious gift is imagination, and what satisfaction it affords!

The mix of illusion and reality that runs through the play is also a particularly relevant theme at this time.  For this is at the heart of what we do each year.  With your participation, we visit people and worlds where the normal, earthbound laws of physics no longer apply. ... Not only is the play filled throughout with the imagery of dreams, but Puck even addresses the audience at the play's close with the advice that if they've not been pleased with what they've seen, they should just tell themselves that they've been dreaming, and will wake up with nothing lost.  And what's to say that we haven't been dreaming while this parade of characters has performed across the stretch of our imagination?

There is a place of imagination, and it is entirely real.

Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable.

The Possible's slow fuse is lit
By the Imagination.