The Reality of the Liminal

Over the last few years, I have felt compelled to explore the mercurial spaces that exist between consensual reality—the homogenized world where the apple is an apple, and a spade is a spade—and the imaginal reality that fully exposes itself during dream states and ecstatic states. I have never felt comfortable with the assumption that there is an explicit waking state that is demarcated from an explicit dream state. If you ask me, it is actually next to impossible to separate the two. In actuality, the explicit states—or assumed to be explicit states—are at all times spoon-fed symbolic sustenance by the hands of the liminal, an in-between reality that is beyond the grasp of day and night, dusk and dawn. In the liminal, the yearning and aching mind finds a hidden power that has the potential to blow the dust off of our dreams and everyday habits. When the waking, dreaming, and liminal states fully eclipse one another, a man is often times more than not faced with a revelatory and symbolic inundation that attempts to blow the roof off the house of limited knowledge.