The following and all of the other episodes to come are snapshots of what goes on in my head, now and in the past. There are times none of this will make sense. There will be times when I might get lucky and the blog I post will be well constructed and will flow like a mountain stream to an awaiting lake below. Other times it will seem like the ramblings of a madman and you’ll ask yourself, “What the……?”
You should probably get used to the latter.
STAR WARS SPECIAL EDITION: Truly wonderful the mind of a child is…
Truly wonderful the mind of a child is. – YODA, Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones
I know, I know. I just gave you a quote from a prequel Star Wars movie. Don’t judge. I’m using it for a good reason. Yes, I know Yoda went on to do some jumping around with his lightsaber when he fought Count Dooku when he was using a cane just a few seconds before that. I get it.
But get over it. It’s not the point…
This is the point…
I have talked about this before. In my most humble opinion, the greatest film franchise in movie history is Star Wars. It means so much to a lot of people, that Jedi is now a recognized form of religion. And I totally get that. I see the pull of wanting to join. I mean, to me, it makes a lot more sense than Scientology.
It enveloped me when it came out. I can’t imagine how much more it would have if there had been the internet. It always felt more special than any other science fiction movie. It felt more like science fact like it did happen a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.
Today, it’s still a huge interest to me. Maybe I have more of an interest in it than when I did when it first started. Now I have access to the internet and I can explore dozens of books and comic books based on Star Wars and the characters. I can even read about new characters that weren’t in the first three films. There’s the cartoon, The Clone Wars, that I can get lost in and watch new stories with some of my favorite characters. And the new movies have brought in a whole new crop of fans, young and old. Some that never watched the original three have watched the new ones and went back and become huge fans.
I have imagined where I would be in this fictional universe. Go with me on this. I imagined I would live in the time of the new films.
The following takes place either after The Last Jedi or somewhere during it.
I bought Cloud City from Lando and I’m living there away from large populations of people and creatures. Maybe Lobot is still there helping me keep things running, though I have no interest in mining. One day I’m visited by a familiar ship. The Millennium Falcon lands on the same landing pad that it once did when Han, Leia, C-3PO, and Chewy are on the run from the Empire. This time it’s Chewy, R2-D2, and someone I’ve never met before. Her name is Rey. Just Rey. Chewy gives me a hug and I get some cheerful chirps from R2. And I play the part of Lando and speak to Rey in the way he once did.
“Hello. What have we have here?”
Chewy holds Rey back from smashing my face in. Then Chewy tells me Han is dead and that Ben killed him. My over-macho attitude disappears in a blink and I feel crushed. I invited them in and Rey explains that Luke sent them to me, to help in the battle that is to come. Rey doesn’t understand how I can help. I tell her I was once a Jedi but since I was entirely too old, I couldn’t lose my anger. I became a Grey Jedi.
They convince me to help and I close down Cloud City, leaving Lobot in control of the whole complex. Before I leave, I watch one last sunset. Red, pink, and orange clouds swirl in the darkening sky.
We leave on the Falcon to an unknown future…
Can you tell I’ve thought about this? I’ve played this little scene out in my head a few times.
This all stemmed from my first viewing of Star Wars so long ago, in a hometown not too far away, way back in 1977. My dad and I left the theater and walked to his truck. Other people were leaving and doing the same thing. Except, I wasn’t really there. I was looking up the whole time. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the black sky with its millions of twinkling stars. My father drove and I had the window down on that summer night, feeling the wind blowing in my hair. And all I could do was stare at the sky above. This movie that I had just seen had captivated me. I wondered if there could be people like them somewhere in that vastness. I wanted them to be.
And I still do.
I believe that movie kicked started my imagination to a much higher level. I always had the ole’ imagination but when the rebel ship flies over and then the Galactic ship follows close behind, it unlocked a door that entered a place much larger than I could ever…well…imagine. A whole universe.
After that, I was consumed with using my imagination. I began to read more, not just comic books but books without pictures. My mind turned those books into comic books, with panels and pictures all made with the electric impulses inside the pinkish grey meat between my ears. I started to create. When I saw things out in the real world, I transformed them into something else. Power stations became galactic bases and electric towers became walking machines like something out of War of the Worlds.
Then came a day when I wanted more. The stories I read, the TV shows I watched, and the movies I saw wasn’t enough. A EUREKA moment happened and something spoke to me from inside my head.
Why don’t you write a story?
So I did. And my imagination entered a new phase inside that endless space.
And the cool things is…I know I’m not the only one.
Star Wars, love it or hate it or somewhere in between, it came at a perfect moment in time for me…and lots of others. It was a pivotal moment in my history and in the structure of my being. It opened the universe to all things.
So, if you have a child that shows that their imagination has become their go-to place, the place that they find comfort and want to bring you along, for the love of all things that are holy onto you, go with them. And encourage them to go on their own. Give them anything that helps them create their own worlds.
They will thank you for it. And you’ll thank yourself.
May the……(finish it for me)
December 15th, 2017
I’ve decided to keep a blog about how I’m dealing with depression. I’m going to consider this a form of therapy. It might not help anybody else but it might help me.