Thoughts About My Experience

It’s funny, but the travelers had all read my blog. Harry, my editor, has thus moved on to another story. But I don’t mind though, Harry never really had any real vision – or imagination. He hasn’t even called to check up on me, which makes me wonder if I even have a job to come back to. But oddly enough, I don’t care. I’m starting to realize that, just like these new travellers were drawn to this island, so was I. I just used my sister as an excuse – refusing to accept the fact that this island has been calling to me for a long time now. The folks at Involvium Energy Ventures are creating a permanent mining colony here. In fact, this island and the Involvium it contains have become so important to them that they are changing their name to "Involvium Ventures Mining".

I think I’ll stay and see if I can help out. This Involvium stuff is too special and precious not to be studied and harnessed. Yeah, I know, I totally know I sound like Gollum from LOTR right now.

I've been talking to the travelers that arrived on the island this morning. One and all, they have said that they were drawn here, as if my blog's words, my will, was speaking in their ear. "I have captured them in my net" it seems.

One of the new travelers, Paperback Voom, turned to me this afternoon while lingering at a spring in the jungle and said “You don’t know what you’ve started here, miss."

"More people are coming”. He had this hopeful gleam in his eye, as if this was for some sort of greater good. At that point, we realized that it wasn’t just the island that drew us together, it was the power within. My will. Channeled through the energy captured in the Involvium to connect with those that would be touched.

I now believe this stuff brings out the best in all of us. Kinda gives me hope for our future. And the more I work with the team from Involvium Ventures Mining, the more I realize that there are great, great things ahead.

Well, I should go. The sun will be setting soon and I don’t want to miss it. Even though I’ve seen it every day, it always feels like the first time.

-- J.S. out.

The Nature of Involvium Energy...

It's late now... I reported my findings to the team, and we've been working like fiends to try to replicate the effect.

So now, its been confirmed that the Involvium Energy did manifest my little flying creature from the page. We've tested it a few times. Our engineer would draw something, pass a current through the involvium so that it released energy through the lens...

And whatever was there would manifest on the island. Some small things, like my creature, would be quick. A couple of hours at the most. Some of the larger items, they are still manifesting. Growing outward from the motes of involvium sparks that float about the island like ephemeral ghosts of fireflies.

Was it the drawings themselves? No. We wrote words on the papers, too. And what they said were manifest when exposed to the energy focused by the crystal. It seems an expression of our will is all that is necessary... something that focuses our intent.

As for my little creature, he stays with me. I feel like Prospero... controlling elemental forces I don't understand. So I've named my little "it" Caliban. Hopefully, he'll have a better temperament than his literary namesake. Of course, Prospero's darker nature conjured spirits he couldn't control... I worry about that too.
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Our little island camp is now populated with our dreams, with more being born every hour. I know I've been sounding positively literary the last post or two... I guess the events of the last while have temporarily taken my snark-generator offline.

Trish, is this world of dreams and possibility what you have found?

That Vivid Dream Again...

I guess the headphones worked for a little while. I did fall asleep... for a bit.

And I had that dream again. I was flying. Soaring over the island, diving down into deep lagoons and finding places I would never be able to see if I couldn't lift into the air...

And that creature came, in my dream. As ever, not hostile. And it flew with me. Guiding me aroudn the island? And the more he/she/it is my traveling companion, the more I notice details, how jumbled up it is. Hooves, butterfly wings, cat-like ears, bush-baby face...

The dream was so strange and beautiful, I can't shake it. I had to get up to our camp's little field table and draw... I've posted a sketch of my little dream friend. I kind of like him.

Another one of those nights.

Another strange night and I'm awake in the middle. Everybody's still feeling the creative energy pinging around, and its been hard to sleep. I can't stop drawing, thinking, theorizing. It's like I'm being charged to too full. The rest of the team are like that too. My sketchbook is going to be full in a day if I keep this up.

I've come up with an idea, though: I'm going to put on my headphones and blast the thoughts that are scurrying through my head and encourage them to settle down somewhere else for the night.

Let's see if it works. I almost don't want to go to sleep. Everything seems so vivid. Even the night seems alight with life and the sky almost glows with a purple light. Nights are so strange here...

Late Night Renaissance

Wow. I can't sleep tonight. I kept wanting to write, paint, draw, sculpt. Imagine a twelve-latte caffeine high, but without the side-effects (twelve trips to the little girl’s room)... so far. I spent all night sketching in my book. I think mostly everyone in the expedition stayed up too. They were using those weird tubular machines, taking soil samples, mineral samples, and of course Involvium samples. Midway through the night, the expedition folks even broke into song. Sounded like an old sea chanty from Pirates of the Caribbean, but was much more inspirational and cool. I even joined in.