My Life of Dreams Part One

Dr Jan L Sorenson

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Author’s own story told in a fantasy style. It deals with the childhood to adult years of challenges and life’s traditional expectations while creating scenarios of psychological survival strategies, at the same time discovering more about human dilemmas and ways of overcoming issues related to humanity’s separatist behaviour to each other, promoting unconditional love and acceptance in overcoming the opposites. It encourages the audience and the reader to think and live positively without forming any religious intolerance. Accept, be inspired and live.

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• Fiction

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• Publié par: Xlibris AU
• Date de parution: 23 février 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669889939
• Langue: English

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MY LIFE OF DREAMS PART ONE




DREAMS OF LIFE




Dr Jan L Sorenson



Copyright © 2023 by Dr Jan L Sorenson.
Library of Congress Control Number:
2023902664
ISBN:
Hardcover
978-1-6698-8994-6
Softcover
978-1-6698-8992-2
eBook
978-1-6698-8993-9

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Rev. date: 02/08/2023






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‘The grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love and something to hope for.’ - Allan K. Chalmers

‘Unexamined life is not worth living’ - Socrates



1
Here is the story of a dreamer
S ome live dreaming, others dream of living. At the end there remains no substance and the closest one can come up with is that it never was. Is this all there is to it? When you think about it you might also ponder that all our lives, whether lived happily or not, seem more and more like it.
The foam at the seashore only lasts for a short while, disappearing soon after. Also consider for a brief moment the beauty of a candle flame which delicately flickers and dances to its own rhythm. While you eagerly watch, the candle melts and struggles one last time before leaving you in the dark. The flame and candle are gone and your curiosity is awakened, asking where the candle went.
Now consider our lives: born, lived, struggled, learnt, danced and sang a song and done everything one could dream about, hopefully to our heart’s content, now grown frail and old. Youth is gone, dynamism is no more. Hopes, expectations and dreaming continue for a while longer and then suddenly all is over. Is this how we are meant to live? Here now and gone forever. All our thoughts, emotions, dreams and hopes; everything is gone. Is there any hope, a spark of light or any indication that there is something beyond? Could life really be just oblivion and nothing more?
Every time you open a book, it begins anew however when closed it is almost as if it has been never opened. Do you remember everything? When memories are no more what is left and where did it all go?
Our lives are like the ocean waves affected by the ebb and flow, by the changing winds, by the warmth of the sun and the phases of the moon. We, too, move to and fro as we start with little ripples and become great and fierce waves just to end by the shore, then to go back and start all over again. The cycle repeats itself while we sing a song we seem not to know anything of. By the time we learn all about it, it may be a little too late. Someone else may continue to sing and the whole world is once again filled with the music of joy or sadness. Are we altogether gone? Where are we placed within this equation? The drama written ages ago popularly repeats itself into now as with all our pasts and dreams of tomorrow. We call this ‘Life’.
My name is Suren (Søren) and even when I was very young I felt that this name had been given to me for a specific reason. It could have been a ‘password’ for opening certain doors. I cannot be sure. Again, as a child, I felt that it was my name even before my birth. In fact I believed it was not because my mother was recommended by others to do so. As I understand she chose it, yet it might have been the identity of somebody she knew in the past. However I knew my father had no interest whatsoever in naming me. When I was able to formulate words whilst still very young I questioned her but she could not enlighten me. Later, as an adult, I discovered a number of interesting things about my name. It was originally Sanskrit where it meant ‘Lord over the heavenly bodies’. It was Armenian where it meant ‘born of the sword’. It was Nordic, it was Indian, but it was not common. Maybe, just maybe, I started dreaming as soon as I was born. It may therefore be an excellent idea to tell you first about what I have become and where I am today.
What you are beginning to read and discover is all about what I remember and everything I have written about is factual. You might find it interesting or prefer to discard it altogether. You might even choose to call me a ‘dreamer’ as many have done before. It is of no consequence or tragedy. If it is of some benefit to you I will be immensely happy; if not I will not be offended. Some of the things I have spoken or written about may sound like science fantasy but what I remembered and are presenting here are my own memories of the past under no influence from other sources and certainly not based on false memories as some may prefer to think. They contain my own joys, fears, dreams, discoveries and ideals, however you will also find me quoting from other great Thinkers where appropriate in support of my thoughts.
I have made sure to present these memories as I know them to be therefore I hope that they are going to be as exciting and interesting for you to read as they were to me whilst relaying them. I am a Scientist, Researcher, Psychologist, Philosopher and an Artist but I am also an everlasting dreamer! I always hope that good things will happen to people.
Ever since my days as a toddler I was able to feel every expression of existence surrounding me: every sound I heard, every song I listened to, every face I recognised from some time ago. One might say that everything I have experienced was part of my forever dreaming. However the only reality was still me and this ‘me’ was somewhat hidden behind a mask I was using as a vehicle which was to become a major part of existence, expressing my person like the one known to the world.
Frankly I had no choice but keep playing a role, perhaps just as it is with every other human being and even as it was planned. But was there a plan? Why was I here? Nobody it seemed was able to tell me about anything; I simply was . You might still think of what I relay here as if being based upon a false memory after being subjected to a fantasy story when I was very young. Could it be possible to be inflicted with that kind of adult memory when one is about two years of age? My mother used to worry about my mental state until she learnt that I was a very imaginative youngster. Surely I was as normal as any other child of my age, needing to learn to formulate my words and speak of my memories after a certain sophistication in learning. Some friends of my mother apparently spoke about kinds of spirit possessions making ‘the toddler’ speak of adult stories. How would they know? This would have worried her immensely.
Here is what I remember ever since my entry into this world. It seemed that I was first guided to enter a huge tubular structure filled with green fluidic material which felt familiar to me as if it had happened many times before. During this unique process of entry into a different existence I became unconscious for a short period of time. I then began to experience a chaotic dream with no meaning; I was simply there . My memory of being led into a mechanical city of huge proportions with cylindrical structures one could only describe as buildings with windows and beautiful incandescent lights streaming from them was so real. I was fascinated with that huge tubular shaped architecture, yea perhaps some equipment of majestic proportions where others were also guided into. I was not alone. I was informed that my other relative from the same grouping was to follow me a little later. The place was teeming with activity.
Obviously many others were making their way into an adventure of ‘fantasy dreams’ like me. They were to consider it as their actual physical lives in an alien world for a period of time. There needed to be some realism in this so as to experience things as realistically as possible. It seemed I knew where I was going and what to expect on arrival. However it was not quite clear if we were to return back or even if it was part of this adventure. As a result my memory of being born into an unusual world was completely intact. I remembered every struggle, every muffled sound of my mother Shainik (if this was her real name as she was addressed in different languages) as well as sounds other humans made whilst I was still in the womb. I remember others calling her by different sounding names like Shania, Shorna or Shahende before and after my birth. I was entertained with the rhythmic beats of my mother’s heart before my emergence