Dreaming Worlds Awake by Esme Ellis: A Potpourri, in More Ways than One

Dreaming Worlds Awake CoverEsme Ellis’s Dreaming Worlds Awake is a “potpourri” in several of the word’s meanings. As announced in the subtitle, “Stories, Synchronicities, Dreams and Correspondence, with a scatter of poems,” it is a miscellany of literary extracts exploring:  “New consciousness, New energy, New writing.” The book is true to its description.


But there were times while reading that my (patently masculine) mind went, “Hunh, why is this in here?” or “Are these actual quotes from a disembodied entity named Kuthumi or something the author made up?” In which case the book struck me as a potpourri in the sense of “any mixture, especially of unrelated objects, subjects, etc.”  Perhaps intentionally, some of the tidbits tossed out left me hungry. I bless the Internet when it came to the sections on Jacob Epstein’s work—my education in sculpture is shamefully limited. It took the images there (e.g., The Rock Drill) to add substance to the author’s enthusiasm over art objects I’d never seen. But I don’t complain: I like a book that makes me look further to learn something new. What a gift to have come to know Jacob and the Angel and its powerful message, as Esme explained it: “Aspects of the human being which are normally, in some parts of the Christian world at any rate, seen as separate, the Divine and the born-in-sin, fallible human, here they’re in a process of attaining a Wholeness which embraces both Light and Dark.” I experienced, perhaps for the first time, a stone statue whirling with dynamic energy.


“Potpourri” has a third meaning  that perhaps best, if metaphorically, applies to Esme’s delicately woven web: “a mixture of dried petals of roses or other flowers with spices, kept in a jar for their fragrance.” It was not a book I could toss aside upon completion, facilely assigning it five stars or one. Its impression lingers, evoking  “I wonder if…”  at unexpected moments. The bloody line between reality and fantasy, between the objective and subjective, between non-fiction and fiction, which I’m supposed to be able to count on when all else fails, has again been blurred and I’m left in that excruciating but oh-so-present “space between” where it is all up to me to decide,  arbitrary as it may seem, what is and what isn’t.


Highly recommended, especially  to those curious to get inside the writer’s mind and see the visionary genius at work.


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Published on July 19, 2013 17:33
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Esme Ellis My comments as the author.

Victor, I smiled at your discomfort -- if it was discomfort - of having to arbitrarily decide between, was it reality or fantasy, objective or subjective, non-fiction or fiction, and that's because I'd had such a hard time myself finding something to say on the back cover; defining for myself what kind of book this was. I settled on calling it a miscellany, but I love your potpourri as an alternative. What serendipitous flash of insight led you to that? Though what would the general book-buying public have made of that word? On the other hand, what do they make of VF itself?
It's said that people buying books have a quick look at the picture on the front, then turn to the back, and if the blurb catches them - intrigues them sufficiently, they might just buy it! (Maybe I should commission you to write me a good blurb!)
On your question is it reality or made up fantasy, the simple truth is: It's all real. I made nothing up. I dreamed the dreams exactly as I wrote them. But that begs the question; what is a dream? Is it fiction, fantasy or an incomprehensible rambling story? Or is it something revealed to us, carrying within it deeper truths than our conscious minds are capable of seeing? I guess you can guess my answer to that.


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