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Open The Doors



The human brain is such an incredible organ that it is really difficult to  comprehend. It is similar to outer space in that the more we learn about it the more there is to discover.  

Imagination  is  a major  area  of  learning  and  discovery. My  imagination will  not  leave me alone  and  it  seems to  be  constantly  prodding  or testing me.  Looking  back, I  sometimes wish that I had used mine more regularly, rather than in a more ad-hoc way. My working life  was  largely  based  on  practicalities  and I  never, for  example,  worked  in the  creative world.  Now that my  working  life  is  almost  over, I  sense that I  almost missed  out  on the creative genres of photography, music or film making. The irony is that I now seem to be more creative than at any other time! 

So  now  it  has  reached  a  point  where  my 

imagination  is  playing  tricks  and  I’m  uncertain 

where  it  is  all  leading.  The  current  game  my 

imagination  is  playing  is  named  “The  Doors” 

and  every  day  I  see  a  long  wall  of  doors  of 

different colours and some of them are enticing 

while  others  are  slightly  ajar  and  others  make 

me feel threatened.  

Crossroads  are  not  difficult  to  handle  but  all 

these  doors  can  lead  down  dark  paths.  My 

answer to all this is to closely examine the doors 

one  by  one  and  then  slowly  open  the  most 

appealing  coloured  one  or  the  one  that  may 

have beautiful path to walk along.  

So, I opened a door a few hours ago and inside 

it was  all misty which then  cleared  away to  reveal  a waterfall tumbling  and  splashing. It looked  like  a  grand  European  garden.  I  closed  that  door  and  opened  the  dark  red  one next to it. I was quite nervous for some reason, so I closed it again and gently edged open the door next it and peeped in to see a beautiful beach with perfect waves breaking. There weren’t any people on this beach so I couldn’t discover it’s name or where I was.  

The next door was a glossy white and I was confident that this time I would find something valuable or exciting. The room was full of pre-school kids and it was noisy and busy. Lots of Mums were watching the children and they seemed concerned at seeing me there, so I backed out of the room and quietly closed the door.  

The door that then appealed the most was a bright yellow and it felt warm just to look at it. Slowly the door opened and there was lots of shouting and yelling and high activity. I was looking  at  a  training  room  full  of  AFL  Richmond  Tigers,  so  I  joined  a  large  group  of supporters watching the action. An hour later I again closed the door and left.  

I still hadn’t found the reason why I could see all these doors!  

It didn’t make any sense!  

Some days none of the doors enticed me but I opened a dull brown one and peered into a busy bar full of a big group of drinkers, all having a raucous time. Once again, I closed the door and returned home.  

Later  that  night  as  bedtime  was  getting  closer,  I  suddenly  saw  a  new  row  of  doors  and went to investigate them. It was weird that all these doors were identical in size, style and colour.  Puzzling!  What  am  I  being  trained  to  do?  Just  take  a  gamble  and  walk  through perhaps? After a deep breath, that is what I did. I opened the closest door and entered a beautiful  garden.  In  the  centre  was  a  large,  glittering  sign  saying  “PERCEPTION”. Classical music by Sibelius was softly playing. I laid down on the soft grass and slept till the  call  of  the  magpies  woke  me.  I  was  in  my  bed  with  the  window  open  as  was  the bedroom door, even though I knew I had closed and locked it the night before.  

My education of all the doors is now complete. My choice of which door is there waiting for me every morning and it never lets me down or creates uncertainty. The way is open for you to join. The Doors of Perception and Creativity are waiting for you!  

John A Wilson, Gold Coast, January 2021

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