Morpheus, The Endless
The Archaic Allegory Volume LXXIX
If dreams disappear, then so will humanity. Beyond the land of living lies a fate far out of greed’s grasp, a rainbow bridge that binds mortality to sanity; the bridge of dreams. On one end are us, those who wrestle with flesh in dirt and despair, us who are depraved of desires, us who dream. On the other end is the castle of dreams called The Darkness which is endless and the place where all that we dream of is forged.
In the waking world, despite strumming at the chords of fate to produce melodies of excuses, all remains in our hands. We are the forgers and destroyers of our own fate. However, in the waking world when we sleep, our souls traverse through the rainbow bridge and crowd the castle of dreams where we are met with dreams & nightmares and as our souls stroll through this courtyard of cosmic imagination that lies out of our control, we are observed by the lord of dreams, Morpheus.
Morpheus of The Darkness. In his castle do we stay as guests when our eyes are shut. It is in his castle where our fears in the waking world become abominations and haunt us while we sleep and it is also in his castle where our fantasies & desires at times, become mirages that lure us but only until the time our eyes are shut.
Morpheus is hope, all encompassing and persistent. Our dreams are our own but they are also his. His kingdom, The Darkness lies inside the realm of Hades’ Underworld. The lord of dreams is a glimmer that shines through skirmish, brutality, punishment and anti-life. Along with his brothers Phobetor & Phantasos who control all nightmares, Morpheus is the only one who shall remain standing after the death of everything.
In the form of a human in a dream, Morpheus has communicated to mortals and gods alike. In greek mythology, he was often used as a messenger by other gods to deliver messages to either their kind or to their creations. While Morpheus’ brothers have communicated through animals to deliver harrowing horrors and nightmares, the god of dreams has only ever delivered cosmic epiphanies when eyelids are shut that bear good news & relief.
The father of all dreams has appeared in many instances throughout history & mythology where he has aided either in relief or in victory:
When Ceyx lost his life by drowning at sea during a violent storm, Dream appeared as a human figure in the dream of Ceyx’s wife, Alcyone and told her that her husband has been swallowed by the sea. Not only that, Dream also played a role in reuniting them in afterlife when they were transformed into halcyon birds.
Morpheus helped Agamemnon, the leader of the Greek forces in the Trojan War, in the form of Nestor (an elder Greek warrior). The dream predicted that the Greeks will ultimately defeat the Trojans. Morpheus, by taking the form of Nestor, offers guidance to Agamemnon and provides crucial prophecy for the Greek forces that ultimately led them to victory against the Trojans.
Even as universes and life will end, as death will take all that was once born, there will be but only one thing that will remain standing: hope. Hope was there when there was nothing and hope will be there when everything will turn to ashes and even ashes will not remain. At the end of all fates & tales, hope still remains and Morpheus is hope.
If there is hope, there is a dream and if there is a dream, there is hope. The waking world continues to tear apart and turn to ash the might and soul of each who breathes in it. When all sense & faith is lost, man turns to dramatic imaginations that transcend the hells he currently resides in. When the waking world takes you in its fist and begins to crumble your soul and it looks wrinkled, when you begin to believe that your wrinkled might will never be as plain, as beautiful ever again, you resort to imagination, you resort to dreaming, to hoping.
And despite all deaths and wrinkled hearts, there is hope. There always is hope. Dreams haunt. Dreams make you shiver but above all, dreams are what make you want to live. To continue traversing. Even the most damned dream.
After all, what power would hell have if those imprisoned there were not able to dream of heaven?
Morpheus is hope. As am I. So are you. When torn down by tornadoes of terrifying time and hellish realities, remember to dream. Remember to hope.
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