Where Stories Come From
Posted on January 25, 2012
“Our creative dreams and yearnings come from a Divine source, as we move toward our dreams we move toward our Divinity.” Julia Cameron, The Artists Way.
I feel myself stalling a bit, balancing a delicate precipice of sharing, yet not sharing too much. You know wading in the shallow, avoiding getting too deep too quick. One can get lost in the depths. But I find it difficult because to explain where I am at now in my life, my being…there’s a lot of catching up to do. What started as a story, flowing from somewhere within me, soon after became more than words on paper. To say art imitates life would be an understatement. What happens when one finds that the story isn’t a perfectly penned fictional account of imagined events, but more like a personal manifesto for me to recognize when the “characters” and events starting entering my life, however symbolic they may be.
In short, those joking about checking my back for a golden diamond wouldn’t be too far off, except I don’t have wings tucked there per se. I’ve talked about how one story ended up unfolding another. Glow was the beginning of Anachel. It’s been almost three years so there’s a lot of catching up to do, and I’m going to do my best to drop the breadcrumbs to help us all go back to continue forward.
Where Stories Come From
When I write it’s as if a muse
Is whispering little white
Truths into my ear
That alone harbor no meaning
But stitched knit the tapestry
Beyond the veil of illusion
What I write does not affect one or the other
Yet silently reflects my deeper self
I hold no knowledge that isn’t already known
For that is to realize the quest accomplished by another
I am of knowing
As I pioneer a new quest intuitively on my own
I have a storyteller soul
With a language of its own
My thoughts and feelings
Bear no resemblance to my outward self
But resonate my one self
An ethereal being that changes form
From the slightest cosmic flux
Of note, I’m no theologian, I don’t consider myself religious, but I’m deeply spiritual and that is something new, something that I’ve felt since a young girl but never fully let bloom, until Lux, until Glow and the beginning of my path. This will seem like a quantum leap from Glow and linking it with Anachel, but it’s me jumping in the deep end and being …me.
“Be yourself, your true self, no matter what obstacles lie in your path and you’ll find you flow around those who dismiss your truths and into the arms of those who have been waiting for them. Love finds love even when met with opposition.” ~Ames
A few weeks ago while on our morning commute, my little one and I witnessed a hit and run. The odd thing about the accident was that it was caused, purposefully. One motorist was coming from the direction of a yield sign, the other motorist merging into the lane with the fellow not yielding… so they inched forward, finally hitting each other. Repeatedly. Because apparently once isn’t enough.
The saddest part wasn’t just the witnessing of this display, we know what happens in the world, and road rage is quite rampant. But my little one said “Mommy, why?” I could only reply…
Because both felt they had the “right of way”…
“I stood to my feet in the midst of the cosmos, appearing outwardly in flesh. I discovered that all were drunk but none were thirsty, and my soul ached for the children of humanity. For their hearts are blind. They cannot see from within. They have come into the cosmos empty, and they are leaving empty…” Gospel of Thomas logion 28
“Whoever has an ear for this should listen carefully! Light shines out from the center of a being of light and illuminates the whole cosmos…” Gospel of Thomas logion 24
We are not empty, we have a divine spark, we are the embodiment of light, of our creator. H/She lives through my breath, my voice, lives through me as me.
Lux Vivens………Living Light.
In the depths of ones memory, the recesses of ones mind… as soul, we shine with no knowledge but knowing for we have all but forgotten this other half that silently speaks from the center of ones being. I am one of many but part of the Whole, connected as ONE in a matrix that knows no substance. The thing that makes us the same is we are all different expressions in physicality; the thing making us feel different is forgetting we are of the same spirit, same light, same love. Until the time we FEEL ones spirit, ones light, ones love…like waves washing up along the shore, the gentle embrace of the tide coming home, the recognition I am another you.
“As you notice that a ray of light coming through a window is colored according to the shades of the different panes, so the divine ray shines differently in each creature” Bonaventure “Collations of the Six Days”.
So many aspects of nature/life are allowed to flourish despite differences. There are a multitude of flowers each unique in color, scent and shape. And yet we want people to conform to our belief, our truth as we’re so moved by what it has done for us. We could come together with the commonalities rather than focusing on the differences. You believe in God/Creator/Source great so do I, you believe in Love Compassion and Grace great, so do I.
“God becomes God when all creatures speak God forth: there “God” is born…and why do they not speak of the Godhead? All that is in the Godhead is One, and of this no one can speak.’ (Ekhart) In other words, when God created the world, when he spoke the world into being, the world turned and spoke back. Recognized God as its creator and spoke God’s praises. God thus became “God” only when something other than God came into being. So creation, paradoxically, marked God’s birth as “God”, as nameable. From Ekhart’s sermon 52 “when I went out from my own free will and received my created being, then I had a God, for before there were any creatures, God was not “God”, but he was what he was. But when creatures came to be and received their created being, then God was not God in himself, but he was ‘God’ in the creatures…” William Harmless, S.J., Mystics
What you name your God/Creator/Source is of no consequence. The labels in your belief system not important…for they’re a label of what already exists despite what WE label it. We all have a mission and purpose, but don’t let yours run over that of another. Be the grand sunflower in all your glory, but realize there are daisies, roses, tulips and hyacinths….put them together and what a beautiful garden. Why would anyone want just sunflowers or just tulips…when diversity is our blessing. For as with the flowers so there is the Truth that all start from a seed or bulb that is planted, taken care of and lovingly nurtured to life. We all have a Divine seed … our spark of light, our soul and all need to be lovingly allowed to bloom…whatever that bloom may be.
The “right of way” How can there be any “right of way” in the realm of spirit expressed in physicality? To speak is to name, to place a word a description… hold too tight and one loses the very essence with literal meaning, try too hard and you think rather than know from the center of your being. To speak of what is, what isn’t, is to speak. Center the chaotic pools of doubt and uncertainty within. Listen with an inner ear that does not hear, see the inner vision that needs no sight, enlightened from the light from within and reflect as such to another. I am of flesh, I am of spirit, expressing here as spirit in physicality… one eternal, one limited in time.
“When you are able to make two become one, the inside like the outside, the outside like the inside, the higher like the lower, so that man is no longer male and a woman female, but a male and female become whole. When you are able to fashion an eye to replace an eye, and form a hand in place of a hand, or a foot for a foot, making one image supercede another-then you will enter in.” Gospel of Thomas logion 22
To be continued…