{"id":701,"date":"2025-03-30T11:23:00","date_gmt":"2025-03-30T11:23:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lawrencenault.me\/journal\/2025\/03\/30\/fragments-of-frost-and-fire-episode-3-worlds-between-worlds\/"},"modified":"2025-03-30T11:23:00","modified_gmt":"2025-03-30T11:23:00","slug":"fragments-of-frost-and-fire-episode-3-worlds-between-worlds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lawrencenault.me\/journal\/2025\/03\/30\/fragments-of-frost-and-fire-episode-3-worlds-between-worlds\/","title":{"rendered":"Fragments of Frost and Fire – Episode 3 – WORLDS BETWEEN WORLDS"},"content":{"rendered":"

 As I embrace the life of a hermit, a recluse, and a writer<\/strong>, I find myself engaging more deeply with the world through ideas<\/strong>, not presence.<\/p>\n

\nThese ideas don\u2019t always arrive fully formed\u2014they come in fragments, in twilight hours, in dreams I half-remember.<\/p>\n

You\u2019ll find them in my books, my quiet thoughts, and sometimes, in poems like this one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
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<\/p>\n

Worlds Between Worlds<\/h1>\n

\n

I\u2019ve lived my life,

\nMany lives,

\nIn the twilight.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Not that space<\/div>\n
Between day and night,<\/div>\n
When the sun escapes<\/div>\n
Over the horizon,<\/div>\n
And the moon shuffles<\/div>\n
To its nightly observation post\u2014<\/div>\n<\/p>\n

\n

But the space between my eyelids,<\/div>\n
Blocking out the day,<\/div>\n
Preparing to transition me from one world to the next\u2014<\/div>\n
From the world of the living,<\/div>\n
To the world of the subconscious.<\/div>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n

The twilight is the world that exists<\/div>\n
Between those.<\/div>\n<\/p>\n

\n

It is that world<\/div>\n
In which I have so many lives.<\/div>\n<\/p>\n

\n

A rancher, a recluse,<\/div>\n
A holy man, a hermit,<\/div>\n
A lover, a fighter,<\/div>\n
A man of power, a man of means,<\/div>\n
An immortal, a lost soul.<\/div>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n

That world was real\u2014<\/div>\n
Where I lived lifetimes in minutes,<\/div>\n
And minutes in hours.<\/div>\n<\/p>\n

\n

As a rancher, the foothills were my playground,<\/div>\n
The snow-peaked mountains my backdrop,<\/div>\n
To the mighty horses\u2014<\/div>\n
The shires that roamed my range,<\/div>\n
Worked my land,<\/div>\n
And graced me with their presence.<\/div>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n

Massive creatures,<\/div>\n
With an understanding of me<\/div>\n
I strived to gain of them.<\/div>\n\n\n\n\n
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<\/p>\n

As a recluse and a hermit,<\/div>\n<\/p>\n

\n

The mountains and forests<\/div>\n
Were the walls<\/div>\n
That protected me from the world,<\/div>\n
And the world from me.<\/div>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n

Though my words,<\/div>\n
Scrawled with pen on paper,<\/div>\n
In tomes of thoughts and stories,<\/div>\n
Unbound to my appearance or presentation,<\/div>\n
Reached the world\u2014<\/div>\n
Inciting change<\/div>\n
In the world,<\/div>\n
And in people.<\/div>\n\n\n\n\n
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<\/p>\n

As an immortal, I never aged,<\/div>\n<\/p>\n

\n

And lived more lives than I can dream.<\/div>\n
Some hiding in need of respite,<\/div>\n
Some among the mortals,<\/div>\n
Some just wishing death could find me.<\/div>\n<\/p>\n

\n

As a lover, I loved\u2014<\/div>\n
Many,<\/div>\n
Often,<\/div>\n
Emotionally,<\/div>\n
Physically.<\/div>\n<\/p>\n

\n

That love taking many forms,<\/div>\n
Described by Plato and Aristotle,<\/div>\n
In Buddhist teachings, the Bhakti tradition, and Sufi poetry,<\/div>\n
In the Kama Sutra<\/em>, The Perfumed Garden<\/em>, Ishimpo<\/em>, and The Golden Lotus<\/em>.<\/div>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n

But always,<\/div>\n
In the end,<\/div>\n
Alone.<\/div>\n

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<\/p>\n

I spoke with life from other worlds\u2014<\/div>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Creatures that set me here<\/div>\n
To observe me like a rat in a maze,<\/div>\n
To use me as a tool for change,<\/div>\n
To empower me<\/div>\n
As a weapon of mass destruction,<\/div>\n
And mass development.<\/div>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n

Their constant chatter ringing in my ears during day,<\/div>\n
Translated in conversation<\/div>\n
In that twilight.<\/div>\n<\/p>\n

\n

I stopped wars,<\/div>\n
And saved lives\u2014<\/div>\n
But I took some too.<\/div>\n<\/p>\n

\n

I lived in wealth and poverty,<\/div>\n
Freedom and confinement,<\/div>\n
Giving and begging\u2014<\/div>\n
With a roof over my head,<\/div>\n
And just the sky as my roof.<\/div>\n<\/p>\n

\n

But always,<\/div>\n
In all lives,<\/div>\n
Alone.<\/div>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n

Even with and among others\u2014<\/div>\n
Alone.<\/div>\n<\/p>\n

\n

That twilight,<\/div>\n
The worlds between the worlds<\/strong>,<\/div>\n
Is my reality,<\/div>\n
For a brief time,<\/div>\n
Until sleep pulls me away<\/div>\n
Into the realm of dreams and nightmares\u2014<\/div>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n

Then spits me out<\/div>\n
Into the reality I cannot change,<\/div>\n
But that forces changes in me,<\/div>\n
As I long for the worlds of my twilight<\/strong> again.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n

More Of My Poetry<\/span><\/h3>\n
Whispers Between Worlds<\/a>
<\/span><\/div>\n
The Slow Bloom Of Ice<\/a><\/div>\n
Wounds That Won’t Heal<\/a><\/div>\n<\/p>\n
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 As I embrace the life of a hermit, a recluse, and a writer, I find myself engaging more deeply with the world through ideas, not presence. These ideas don\u2019t always arrive fully formed\u2014they come in fragments, in twilight hours, in dreams I half-remember. You\u2019ll find them in my books, my quiet thoughts, and sometimes, in…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_kad_post_transparent":"","_kad_post_title":"","_kad_post_layout":"","_kad_post_sidebar_id":"","_kad_post_content_style":"","_kad_post_vertical_padding":"","_kad_post_feature":"","_kad_post_feature_position":"","_kad_post_header":false,"_kad_post_footer":false,"_kad_post_classname":"","slim_seo":{"title":"Fragments of Frost and Fire - Episode 3 - WORLDS BETWEEN WORLDS - Lawrence Nault","description":" As I embrace the life of a hermit, a recluse, and a writer , I find myself engaging more deeply with the world through ideas , not presence. These ideas d"},"footnotes":""},"categories":[135,120,119,116,134,118,46,117,138,137,136,121],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-701","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-dreams","category-hermit-life","category-identity","category-introspection","category-multiple-lives","category-original-writing","category-poetry","category-reflection","category-solitude","category-subconscious","category-twilight","category-writer-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lawrencenault.me\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/701","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lawrencenault.me\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lawrencenault.me\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lawrencenault.me\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lawrencenault.me\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=701"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lawrencenault.me\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/701\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lawrencenault.me\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=701"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lawrencenault.me\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=701"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lawrencenault.me\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=701"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}