Dantalion
Acolyte
Hello,
I'm Dantalion.
I've been writing for a while, creating stories from the fragments of my dreams ever since I've been able to recall them. There hasn't been a single moment in my life where my inner world hasn't been rich and full of lives that I'm not always actively attempting to create. Life finds a way to create itself organically within my mind in the form of curiosity, my musings carrying wide and far across all subjects, all parts of the world and every fragment of the heavens. For every aspect of life, I have questions. I crave knowledge to feed my inner world, adding to the infinite library inside of my memory palace.
My favorite subject of study is worldly myths. The very same that are written with the same whimsicality felt within the pages of fairytales. Religious history and understanding the how and the why behind the reason that these stories were told fuel me. More than anything, I wish to convey my inner reality to others in a way that resonates with them just like the timeless tales I'm fond of.
I've always been a dreamer. My entire family has. Though I am the only one of my family to truly understand and embrace what I've been given as a gift instead of viewing it as a plight. Many within my family suffer from varying levels of schizophrenia, most of which are not treatable. As a result, I've spent my life looking for the answers that nobody else could ever give me in a desperate attempt to understand my own life. I've listened to those who are ill within my family speak about rich, inner worlds. And while they are disconnected from reality and are only partially coherent, I find that I've ended up somewhere in-between reality and somewhere else. I can behave 'normally', yet there's still that unhinged part of my mind that is 'always wandering'.
In my efforts to confide in others, I've always been given the same answers. That I'm to fixate on the material world around me. That I can't delve too far into my own mind. Yet, the things that I've witnessed from my family alone brings my life far out of the depths of normalcy. And while I have a normal day job and have learned to mask like everyone else, it is impossible for me not to focus on the 'bigger picture'. The experiences that I've endured from my ill family are not easy to explain. They aren't any easier for someone unfamiliar to understand, either. As I've grown, I've realized that it's difficult to talk about my own reality without it quickly being invalidated as fiction. And I've always asked myself, well... where do you go from there? What do you do when the world refuses to acknowledge the life that you've lived?
The simple answer is that I will show you. How every spark of inspiration that I feel evolves, quickly weaving into a tale and a living being. I write about existing locations in the world, the dreams that I've endured, the creatures within my dreams that I've seen. My dreams are tangible- real. Or so it feels. The dreams and the thoughts that I have want to be shared with the world, and I'm excited to do that.
My biggest fear is that one day, humankind's imagination will fade and we will lose our will and desire to question what we don't understand. Old myth and tales are an important part of what makes us- us. And while some of it may have been created due to a lack of information and delusion, there are lessons to learn and understand within every myth. I hope that I can show you my inner world and give you insight into my creative process through short stories, snippets and more. As long as the world exists, I will always have questions and always be curious. And for every question I pose, lives conjure themselves in my mind. Lives and dreams that deserve to be witnessed.
I'm Dantalion.
I've been writing for a while, creating stories from the fragments of my dreams ever since I've been able to recall them. There hasn't been a single moment in my life where my inner world hasn't been rich and full of lives that I'm not always actively attempting to create. Life finds a way to create itself organically within my mind in the form of curiosity, my musings carrying wide and far across all subjects, all parts of the world and every fragment of the heavens. For every aspect of life, I have questions. I crave knowledge to feed my inner world, adding to the infinite library inside of my memory palace.
My favorite subject of study is worldly myths. The very same that are written with the same whimsicality felt within the pages of fairytales. Religious history and understanding the how and the why behind the reason that these stories were told fuel me. More than anything, I wish to convey my inner reality to others in a way that resonates with them just like the timeless tales I'm fond of.
I've always been a dreamer. My entire family has. Though I am the only one of my family to truly understand and embrace what I've been given as a gift instead of viewing it as a plight. Many within my family suffer from varying levels of schizophrenia, most of which are not treatable. As a result, I've spent my life looking for the answers that nobody else could ever give me in a desperate attempt to understand my own life. I've listened to those who are ill within my family speak about rich, inner worlds. And while they are disconnected from reality and are only partially coherent, I find that I've ended up somewhere in-between reality and somewhere else. I can behave 'normally', yet there's still that unhinged part of my mind that is 'always wandering'.
In my efforts to confide in others, I've always been given the same answers. That I'm to fixate on the material world around me. That I can't delve too far into my own mind. Yet, the things that I've witnessed from my family alone brings my life far out of the depths of normalcy. And while I have a normal day job and have learned to mask like everyone else, it is impossible for me not to focus on the 'bigger picture'. The experiences that I've endured from my ill family are not easy to explain. They aren't any easier for someone unfamiliar to understand, either. As I've grown, I've realized that it's difficult to talk about my own reality without it quickly being invalidated as fiction. And I've always asked myself, well... where do you go from there? What do you do when the world refuses to acknowledge the life that you've lived?
The simple answer is that I will show you. How every spark of inspiration that I feel evolves, quickly weaving into a tale and a living being. I write about existing locations in the world, the dreams that I've endured, the creatures within my dreams that I've seen. My dreams are tangible- real. Or so it feels. The dreams and the thoughts that I have want to be shared with the world, and I'm excited to do that.
My biggest fear is that one day, humankind's imagination will fade and we will lose our will and desire to question what we don't understand. Old myth and tales are an important part of what makes us- us. And while some of it may have been created due to a lack of information and delusion, there are lessons to learn and understand within every myth. I hope that I can show you my inner world and give you insight into my creative process through short stories, snippets and more. As long as the world exists, I will always have questions and always be curious. And for every question I pose, lives conjure themselves in my mind. Lives and dreams that deserve to be witnessed.
Troubadour
Myth Weaver
