I am the queen of my utopia,
The land blooms with enchanted life, like nothing seen before. Glistening vines jewelled with crystal fruits creep decadently through ornate trees. These wind up the beautifully crumbling remnants of the old world, nature has regained its thrown, twisting around the turrets of this forgotten world, these are the pillars of our new one.
Vividly scenic and vibrant are its cities, but they are clean and rich with community and culture. We live alongside nature, with respect and care, allowing it to provide the rhythms for life. We don't need money; we live simply, in harmony with the planet and the universe.
There is enough for everyone, and there is no greed. We don’t need pointless things; we value the deeper meanings in life, living to experience the beauty in the world and in our work. No one works for money, but only to enjoy the skills in which they revel, to create that which is beautifully crafted, to making ourselves and the world in which we live. The new world is full of deeply satisfied people, connected together through a desire to live the good life.
We believe in something higher than ourselves, out with religious confines and we are allowed to feel the connection to each other and to the stars. We embrace the unknown and cherish it; the intangible is now that which is given the biggest value. We rest assured that we are not in control and do not wish to be any more. This world is an open portal to others, an ebbing beauty flowing between each.
We do not know what or where these other worlds are, but we feel them. We see them through the windows and doors of the architecture of the forgotten past. We are not nostalgic, what we live now is an extension of these forgotten times, but we have transcended the harsh elements of the past, technology is obsolete now, we have moved forward by daydreaming, keeping alive the good from the past. We live alongside the great artists and thinkers, as they are with us every day, their spirit palpable in our new world.
There is no war, there is no need to create conflict to control lands or stimulate markets. There is no pollution, as there is not mass consumption, compounded by thoughtless externalities; there is no worldwide trade as we live by what the land provides. Our possessions are exquisite and treasured and made by hand. There is no poverty, because we value greedy prosperity with disdain. Mother earth feels her maternal instinct towards her once ungrateful children again. We have grown to be well rounded and respectful offspring and thus Gaia showers us with her love.
Emotion no longer overcomes us in jealousy or greed, but we are overwhelmed by love and understanding. Our relationships are never damaging, as we understand ourselves, no longer do we need another to make us whole, we come together to create a new state being. A power struggle no longer ensues; one does not have their energy sucked by the other. In our utopia, a new energy is created within these partnerships, flowing both inward and outward, charging the energy field of our new actuality.
There is no illness, disease or pain any more. The old ills do not exist, our new way of life has swept away all of these constructs. The good grace of the universe has ceased all suffering, physically and mentally allowing only a simple ecstasy of existence. A silent satisfaction that flows through us all is the backbone of our perfection.
There are no constraints of time, only glittering night and glorious day, there is only fruitful experience, not measured by achievements but by feeling. The clock has become a monument for our foolish past, a reminder of the cogs that made up the mechanical view, disgusting in contrast to our organic present and blossoming future.
Each evening, drenched in the golden sunset winged fairies glow. The angels above in the stars, dancing in the magical dusk. This vision is shared, its reality seen and partook by all, as we are the friends of these magical creatures, hand in hand we celebrate our world.
This is my utopia, a daydream of better times, a wild perfection fraught with paradoxes, possibilities, truths and impossibilities. This world exists vividly, but only in my mind, there it is real and striking. It is where I want to be. In imagination I create it, its flaws and difficulties overridden by a naive and idealist immaturity. But this utopia cannot be brought into being in this world, to be crushed by our reality. It is only safe in the realm of the perfect; to become tangible is to destroy it.
Heavy hearted I succumb to our world for a moment, there is no 'we' only 'I', my own dreams quickly fading in the harsh light of the time I experience in this world. It seeks to age me, to wear me down, to make me give up my utopia, forgetting my dreams, working to pay for things that I don’t need or should be free.
But it is in a place that they cannot steal from yet, somewhere stronger than the flimsy constructs of this world. My heart, my mind and my soul hold my dream dear. The 'we' exist, 'I' already know some of them, and there are more out there, I feel it. An army is gathering, determined to keep creating our dreams, to push the boundaries and to keep thinking. The mind is more powerful than any gun, it holds within it each of our utopias, we create little bits of these each moment, and with every breath.
I am still the Queen on my utopia, and I have found my King, but do not mistake my intention. There are no subjects or servants in my utopia, only more Kings and Queens, Princess and Princesses. And it is not 'my' utopia; I will make 'Our' utopia, if only you let me, 'We' reign supreme.
