Over a brief period of time, I started to write down everything I consciously imagined.

Before this experience, I was unable to distinguish the difference between thinking and imagining. But, if my thoughts have a string to my brain, then my imagination has a string to my heart. 

My imagination greeted me like an intruder when I first started to observe it, refusing to let me into its most valuable chambers. The truth is, I was little more than a passerby to this place within myself. But eventually … gratefully, it let me in– And I followed the sequence of vivid images that were, unknowingly to me at the time, creating my world.

Initially, I didn’t think much of this exercise. But, when I revisited the carefully constructed list of imagery, I was amazed to discover the striking resemblance that the once imagined things mirrored back in my current reality. 

Talking about the imagination may seem like child’s play. But, experiencing the power of my imagination through this process, has inspired me to be more intentional about what I imagine.

To imagine that the imagination operates differently, is your right. And yet, whatever you have imagined, is no doubt your reality.