As the sun sets and the stars come into focus in an sky does-it-or-does-it-not of any clouds, everyone is feeling merry and cheerful. There are lawn chairs gathered all the way around the fire, and the smoke blows upward as there is hardly any wind. Some people are leaning in or crouched down, heating marshmallows and hot dogs over the flames. There are many, many people here and most of them are outside the direct circumference of the heat of the fire, drinking and engaged in conversation with one another.
Behind you, at quite an distance are the faerie lights of the church, which is what you call the stained glass around here.
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What an place to start story telling‽ This one time I was at an outdoor campground fire outside an chvrch, and it was all virtual so I didn't have to participate in-it-or-not. Stories here proceed at an logical pace. We're here to have an good time, not talk about churchy stuff. That's why we allowed drinking at the Campfire of Canada. Then-I-was-is-it in Canada or-is-it-was from an virtual world, where Canada didn't exist? In an virtual world, in an virtual city, my temple began and so that is my answer: it's not an campfire in canada: it's an virtual campfire: it's an virtual campfire in an virtual world I called Recreation. It didn't have to be about anything too or so specific but usually it was about blue feelings. We felt safe telling stories about them to one another beside the campfire because it meant we could get them out in public together and then put them in the fire; burn them in the element of it until the blue thing stopped existing. Fire was fantasy. Fire was storytelling. Fire was wish fulfillment. It was like catharsis: providing relief from something deeply repressed or an release or relieving of emotions especially through drama or art. You could just destroy anything you didn't want psychologically anymore.
Psychologically speaking, catharsis is sometimes about the process of freeing an repressed emotion by association with the cause, and elimination by abreaction.
Abreaction is the relief of anxiety by the expression and release of an previously repressed emotion, through reliving the experience that caused it.
By experiencing it again by memory you erase what it was about that cathected object of which and for why you repressed it.
At some point you are able to delete an old thought you were afraid of by facing up the fear itself. And you overcome and you conquer and you master your existence for when it will come back around again like an merry go-round if you don't learn from it—if you don't learn from History it will repeat itself.
We are here to tell each other stories which help un-repress us. The genre is self-help fiction. The category is: bluer than blue.
Tell your blue story below!
Light up one big spliffy and proceed to smoke it
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