Flows of energy flow through into my conscious mind in the form of symbols, invoking thoughts and feelings that give way to a stronger sense of understanding and reflection of myself and life.

The Origins dream is where Mirror Mans journey began, in this dream, I was in my child hood house with my secondary school friends. We were all getting ready for a wedding, little did we know that this marriage was the integration of Mirror Man into my deeper psyche. After n a commotion of excitement, panic and hustle and bustle, someone yells out "the taxis are here". Everyone piles out of the house quickly and into the street and starts loading into the cars. As I step onto the street, I realise I have left something in the house, my sense of direction in life, a compass, I rush back in, run upstairs to my room, scamper to find this compass, which is burried upon layers of menial matterials. I find it, grab it, and rush back outside, as I step onto the street, I see the taxis driving away down the road and around the corner. Everyone has left me behind, and here I am again, alone, with the familiar feeling of isolation and lack of value / purpose. At this very moment I see something in front of me, on the ground, next to a skip full of "rubbish". But skips are never full of rubbish, they are full of old materials that we used to build our homes and lifes upon, a discarded era. In this skip, are thousands of dusty, old books, books on astrology, books on meditation, books on symbolism, books on the human experience of life, what is it to be conscious of your existence in a strange physical dimension, and then seek to understand that? The object next to this skip on the ground? A mask....a wolf mask....made out of mosaic mirrors. Still shrouded by the feelings of inadequacy, blinded by a value imposed rage, I aggressively kick this mask as hard as I can into the skip full of rubbish. But why? What in Gods name is actually going on here? What do these symbols reflect to you? Child hood house, friend groups, marriage, direction, abandonment and knowledge? As a result of this dream, I decided to create a mosaic mirror mask using a human face template, I wanted to quiet literally, build up towards the wolf mask, have a understanding of what I was doing and how to do it before diving deeper into what I define as a profound creation. I was making this mask, it was a work in project and was residing on my table in my bedroom where I was crafting it.The Origins dream is the birth of Mirror Man, the first time the prevailing symbolism of the masked mirror entered my psyche searching for a deeper understanding of self, symbolism and the human psyche. The dream started in my childhood house, a four bedroom house located in the shires of south west London. In this house I was with a large group of friends that I had made during secondary school and we were getting ready for a wedding. It was chaos, people were either highly excited or highly anxious, jotting around the house in a state of high energy preparing themselves and others for the imminent wedding that one of my friends was about to undergo. It didn't matter which friend it was, all that mattered to my psyche was that one of them was getting married, proceeding through the journey of life and taking clear steps in the culturally defined activity of ceremonial vows and a contract with God.

In the state of all this commotion and the activity of making one selves as presentable as physically possible, someone stopped and yelled out “the taxis are here!”. Everyone stopped doing whatever they were doing, gathered their possessions and proceeded outside the front door of the house in order to board the taxis. As people piled out of the house and started loading themselves into the cars, like cattle proceeding to the extermination of their sovereignty, I suddenly realised that I had forgotten something rather important inside of the house, my compass. For without my compass, I had no sense of direction and I needed this compass in order to navigate the complexities that human life embodied. Grabbing the compass from my first floor bedroom as quickly as I could, I jolted back down the stairs ready to take my place in the procession of taxis that we had summoned. As I stepped on to the pavement, I realised that all of the taxis had left, I looked down the road and for a split second I could see the last taxi before it proceeded around a corner and out of sight. All my friends had left me, I had been forgotten, left to the confines of my own upbringing and childhood memories in solitude.

Strong feelings started to envelop me and my psyche, a strong feeling of loneliness entered me, paired with the feeling of having no value and no purpose, this thoroughly angered me and put me in a state of high frustration, by all means I was seeing red. How could my friends abandon me like that? Is my existence purely valued and defined by the culturally adorned definition of use and an ability to conform to forms of thought lived over and over again like a perpetual revolving door of consciousness? It might be to everyone that knows me, but it isn't to me, to me, its a living, ever breathing cosm of mystery, exploration and adventure. Who's to say what's behind tomorrows door and who am I to say what should be behind it? Promotion? Another holiday? Sounds great doesn't it, we are all just striving for promotions, more money, to take more holidays and ensure the perpetual colour and textural change of ones wardrobe, apparently, this is life. As these thoughts and feelings surged through my body although it was some form of electricity, right in front of me, dominating my field of vision, laid upon the hard concrete stone of the pavement we all walk over like its nothing, was a mask. A glistening wolf mask that was made out of mosaic mirrors, staring at me, seeing through all my thoughts and feelings and placing a higher awareness of self upon me. I was livid, as if it wasn't bad enough facing the onslaught of emotion and disgrace, there was now a masked mirror reflecting and intensifying all these aspects of self back to me. In a state of rage I kicked this mask, kicked it into a rubbish skip full of books and occult symbolism that were covered by dust and cobwebs.

It was then that I woke up from the dream and started to process the symbolic nature of this dream and what it might be revealing from the deeper nature of my psyche, clear themes were expressed and embodied. There was a strong sense of life purpose proposed by the dream, and in my life I had become lonesome, I had lost contact with the group of friends in the dream, and in reality they were all getting married, achieving successful careers and having children. I felt alienated and alone, Carl Jung once said that “the privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are” and this had become my prerogative in life. But the dream showed me that this journey, is a lonesome journey, a path less tread to the path of individuation, it doesn't so easily conform to the culturally defined narrative of human life, it embodies far deeper and expressionistic forms of consciousness and human expression and put it quaintly, there is no narrative. The dream showed me how searching for value in the forms of culturally defined narratives will ultimately leave me feeling a severe sense of lack, and that I must be strong enough to walk the path alone, for it is my path and my soul, and no one can take that away from me.

For my conscious mind, it was clear that this dream was saying something to me, the symbolic nature of it enveloped a variety of concepts, some of which being quiet troubling to me. It became vital that I explore the concepts expressed in this dream and the deeper yearnings of my psychic nature, to understand them and integrate them into who I am, to become whole. The journey taken in understanding these concepts its deeply personal and symbolic, they are for me to unravel and understand and have no place in this piece of text I present to you. What is more important that you take from this, is that you can not lie to yourself, your psyche always knows and wont easily let you get away with lying to yourself, and pretending although the things you think and feel can be over looked. Culture imposes coded forms of behaviour, robot like activity, the first 18 years of life is more or less just preparing you to be employed, they make it seem simple, but fuck me it isn't. By understanding your deeper self and your deeper nature, you will find unseen treasures cultivated in the depths of the mystery of self.