Writing in the Raw: Peeling Back the Layers of Your Hidden Muse
I think it’s safe to say all writers need that spark, their “muse”, to ignite and enflame the passion, the drive and the all-out war on letting it ALL go.
As painful as that might seem, it’s been proven over and over with the same results. The hostile connection begins to manifest itself as this raw source of energy. It drives us from a place where you feel comfortable then it starts that process all over again. I refer to it as the “pulling your hair out” or maybe a spontaneous combustion. Many have witnessed this emptiness in some of the greatest classical composers, artists, sculptors and painters who develop a sinister self-hatred. Some artists destroyed their greatest works because they never thought their art was a gift. It was a personal cell block to protect the world from their internal persecution, unleashing all that self-loathing into a tragedy of regret.
There’s a subterfuge of how one tricks the mind. Our brain is more than a systematic response. From my own personal experience having been in a coma and coming out of it after a month, I can safely say I lost some nuggets of cognitive information. It’s like purging all the small, insignificant and trite. For instance, the coined phrase, “Don't Sweat the Small Stuff,” was the title of a book written by New York Times Bestseller, Richard Carlson. Carlson was a psychotherapist and motivational speaker who could break down these self-defensive tactics. It was mostly a way to just be content with what they already had and not take things too seriously.
The emotional and mental trauma of past experiences (people, places, things) were never written in an honest, historical depiction by scribes. Those scribes were treated like slaves because they were told “what” to write. We do not have any accurate depictions of what life was really like and it is used as a tool to gather information on the culture for that given time period.
How can you speak of historical facts if you don’t know the truth? They aren’t facts but half-truths.
History is a perfect example between factual and allusion. Did Flavius Josephus, the Roman-Judeo scholar, give an accurate account? Vespasian gave strict orders to keep a close eye on Josephus. Several priests were held hostage by Emperor Nero. His wife, Poppaea Sabina, known as “theosebês” (“a worshipper of God”), had this power over men. Her beauty, wit, and charm caused Nero to become seduced by her, thus divorcing his wife, Octavia.
Empaths use their heart, mind and soul. They look at life differently. Morality and character are those traits which are learned and bestowed upon by those who aren’t ignorant. They keep an open mind. Some are held in such high esteem, is now a pithy, snarky satire. The naiveté and idealism, which has been admired in past societal circles, takes a backseat to the rhetoric and commentary prevailing in this present world we live in.
Our lives are filled with witch hunts and wasting precious time on things, situations, etc. that are foolish. The hysteria, paranoia and neurotic wastefulness has kept us all in this boat. The boat is sinking. We argue because we keep believing this idiotic, narrow-minded, child-like mentality that everything will change. There’s a big IF. The big IF is a condition though. The annoyance and frustration of realizing this truth will never be realized depresses me frankly. That VERY “truth” will lead us from a civilized society into utter chaos.
Some could uncategorically deny the truth and have it only exist as a means to lie. It’s a quick point the finger while stabbing you in the back and double crossing you. It’s a paradox of sorts. Here’s an analogy:
It’s easy to have 51 cards in a card deck, leaving out the one card as a means of control and overpowering you with an explanation of why they have the other 51 cards in their possession. It isn’t radical pride that is suppressed, you can never improve as a writer until you understand the human condition. The truth is instilled but the rules are not the same.
Change heals a writer. It allows you to feel like a free spirit. The butterfly is free to fly just like the bird with new wings spreads them out proud, ready to soar. The skill of picking up a shiny pebble and throwing it so it can skip across the water. This is what Life is about. It’s the secret joy of simplicity.
This pebble throwing appears to be a scientific method of stone skipping or ducks and drakes which has a deeply rooted origin of around 5200 BC, part of a medieval religious ceremony. Octavius wrote of it. It became popular because there was a level of difficulty which was challenging and addicting. You concentrate and start skipping. It becomes an obsession for some: the repetitive motion and finding just the right stone. Then there’s HyperSoar which challenges a future ahead.
Make peace and begin every day with writing at least two profound sentences, whether it’s your own thoughts or something you’ve read. You can etch it in a tree, on cement even. Words have an impact.
I’ve yet been able to check the accuracy of this quote: Soren Kierkegaard said: “Life is like a stone skipping across the water, and when it’s momentum dies it sinks into a thousand feet of nothingness.” Without words there are no videos to watch, songs to sing, the chirping of birds, etc. Embrace the peaks and valleys we call “Life.”
