Dance Between Worlds

Dance Between Worlds - Book Series by Author Bianca Gubalke

Imagine being a possibility wave . . .

At the tender age of three I had an experience that became pivotal in my life. It happened during a moonlit night in a foggy seaside town between the Namib desert and the Atlantic Ocean, in what was then called South West Africa.

I still remember the owls hooting in response to a cacophony of sounds so eerie that my Mom slipped into my room, picked me up and sat with me at the window. She usually never did that. But that night she couldn’t sleep. With her arms locked around me, she rocked me to a rhythm of rising tension. Whatever was going on out there made her cringe.

Together, we stared at the shadows beyond the garden, towards that gloomy field amidst fenced brick houses with not a single window lit. Suddenly, the yowling reached an unbearable pitch. Mom pressed her hands over my ears. But I saw it clearly: a body was rising into the night. Like a dancer lit by a bluish flame from inside, it floated away. Mesmerized, I followed. Gliding along a path of silver moonlight, I stretched into infinity, knowing it again, that incredible feeling of liberty and lightness the little girl down there had forgotten since the last time.

Bianca Gubalke on Magic Realism Bloghop 2016“Close eyes. Don’t look at it,” I heard Mom say from far away as we left our home the next day.

“Make sure they cart him away before we’re back!” Dad shouted. “Hakahana! Get this mess out of the way.”

Mom pulled me along by the hand. “Poor Auntie Eve. She’ll never see him again.”

I gazed down, bewildered.

“Don’t cry,” Mom added. “He was a beast. It had to end like this one day.” Then she stopped abruptly. She bent down, sinking her eyes into mine. “I couldn’t bear to lose you, my little sparrow. Don’t ever . . . ever fly away!”

That’s when I tumbled and fell from the sky.

What remained was but a possibility wave weaving its way through the magical and the real – the eternal dance between worlds . . .

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Dance Between Worlds

“The divine flow of energy is your natural state.
Don’t focus on the dancer; become the dance . . .  be the vibration!”

~ Quote from The Immortal Life of Piu Piu, Book 1 in the series ‘Dance Between Worlds’. ~

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My Magical Reality

I cannot imagine a reality without magic.

Born in Namibia, one of Africa’s least inhabited areas to this day, I grew up with an acute awareness of being enveloped by a subtle web of energies from three infinite seas: the Atlantic Ocean, the Namib Desert and the Milky Way. Just like the gentle San people of the Kalahari, I had a distinct notion of being a tiny spark of energy, a piece of Consciousness that matters within a limitless magnificent whole. There was a strong sense of belonging and interconnection, which I feel even now, whenever I go back to surrender to a silence that is wildly alive with sound.  You sense a timelessness where you lose your fear of dying before you die, knowing that you are eternal, that all is one, connected by a mystical communion between above and below. Nature and man on a journey together, co-creating a new reality through magic.

 

“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.”

~ Quote from ‘The Waste Land’ by  Thomas Stearns Eliot ~

Namibia Photography by Bianca Gubalke

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Magical Realism as Escapism?

The question is: From where is it, that we escape – and where do we go? And how?

We have been taught that – in Magical Realism – we are always firmly grounded in ‘the world we know’. We have a clear vision of the real world. We don’t invent it. It’s what we know. It’s what we are familiar with. It’s logical. It’s the realism part of ‘Magical Realism’.

But I’m no longer sure. How grounded are we these days, and in what? The world today is not what it was yesterday; what’s happening tomorrow . . . ? Nobody knows. While one could say that this has never been otherwise, the fact is, it has never been that obvious, that breathtakingly brutal, that fast. Everything changes and shifts at an accelerated pace. Reality is fast becoming unreal – is it not?

Now: Within that familiar reality something unlogical happens! To convey a certain idea, a concept or message the storyteller integrates elements that – on the surface – appear unreal. Meaning, that in this normal real world, something fantastical, magical, occurs. A magical event happens in such a normal way that readers accept and integrate it – with hardly any disbelief – as part of their known, common, normal world.

Besides, who has not been pre-conditioned by myths, legends and fairy tales? Most of us love to enter the imaginative realm of the story because it gives us wings! We are magically drawn to it because our subconscious mind knows that it is part of our inner fabric, of who we really are. That’s so much more than we consciously know! In this sense, the magical realm – which some may refer to as supernatural – blends perfectly with our so-called ‘real world’. Now there’s magic in the mundane… one flows seamlessly into the other.

Yes, we may see ourselves confronted with two worlds. It is through the art of his writing . . . driven by his intention to tell his story, his message, his truth . . . that the storyteller provides bridges, openings or gaps in whatever separates the here and there, the real and the magical, the visible from the invisible world. Like a guide, he creates a path that the reader can easily follow to navigate between different realities, ideally without even being aware of it. As we do when we dream. We’re doing it quite naturally every day.

“Be in the world but not of if.”  

This quotation by John 17:14-15 garnered over one billion search results on Google. That tells us something. Our’s is a world perpetually in transition. We’re shifting . . . transforming everyday. And this is truly magical!

And no, there’s no escape . . .
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