Letting go would be a huge part of the process of sharing more of the details about my world, diving off the safe high rocks of academic critical analysis, of self-dissection, of cognitive rumination and reflection—and throwing myself in total abandon into the sea of forgetting-all-that-and-creating-in-an-all-out-way…
That would be loss.
As Jason Silva indicates, however, the artist and the mystic share a common bond—going to these "ecstatic spaces" and bringing back souvenirs to share and pass on to others. I've dug in, recently, to the beginning of a work on a "Shamanic approach to storytelling" which says basically the same thing. So, if indeed I'm going to—and drawing from—these dreamspaces, then I have nothing to fear in being copied—because there will always be more where that comes from in the inexhaustible source, and because I was always drawing from a deeper well anyways, and none of this was mine to begin with. Anyone stealing from me would, almost by definition not have access to the Source, for if they did—why would they bother to take from me?
Whatever it happens, it's worth the risk.
I guess it's time to dive in.