From text to imagination to... reality?
I’ve been studying texts like the Nag Hammadi and the Pistis Sophia for a while now, and something started happening that I can’t really explain.
At first it was just normal reading, but then my mind would kind of… slip. The scenes wouldn’t stay confined to the text anymore. They’d keep going on their own, almost like I was watching something unfold instead of imagining it.
It got to a point where it felt less like creativity and more like I was stepping into something that was already there. Not dreams exactly, more like waking visions.
The strange part is that around the same time I ended up writing a novel almost by accident, because I felt like I needed to “capture” whatever that was.
But even now I can’t tell if that was just deep immersion… or something else entirely.
Has anyone here experienced that kind of crossover? Where studying these texts stops feeling like study and starts feeling… lived?