“We were not Gods, but were of God, the strands of our existence not yet teased apart by Becoming, our function not yet defined.”
So much for Saturday evening... the night of the week most folk sit relaxing by the hearth or meet with friends. Me? I am taking dictation from a Goddess…or that is rather what it feels like as I write.
I have done the research, of course, and am currently buried under a small mountain of respectable tomes that remind me of the details of the great story I am working with. Names such as Budge and Frazer, Bullfinch and Herodotus, Iamblichus and Spence would suggest ancient Egypt has something to do with the whole process as would the illustrations of the papyri that litter the table…
But research isn’t everything. There are scholarly accounts in abundance out there with an academic weight I could never match. Nor do I intend to try. My work, I hope, speaks to the emotions and imagination instead. It is enough to get a broad overview of the subject. So, having immersed myself in said scholarly works, I set them aside to write.
This is where it begins to feel as if I am taking dictation.
“We wore flesh like a garment, clothing our immanence…”
It is a curious process when, with the first keystrokes, the tenor of language changes and takes on a flavour all of its own. Even stranger when the character who is speaking in the narrative comes to life under your fingers and starts to ‘dictate’ concepts one was not consciously aware of before writing them down.
I think I speak for many who write with this. It is a well-known phenomenon that our heroes and heroines begin to act independently in the imagination and the writer becomes little more than an observer and reporter of events over which, it almost feels, one has no control.
I find as I write this tale that I am tapping into areas of understanding hitherto unexplored, shrouded in the cobwebs of neglect. There is far more stored away in our minds tha
n we notice. We tap into it through practices like meditation and the creative process. The two, I think, are more closely aligned than we generally realise. I know that when I paint I slip into another state of mind very similar to that experienced in meditation. I know that many who write will go back and find things they barely remember having written, things beyond their usual scope that they hardly recognise as their own. Things that surprise them with their depth or intensity.
Imagination is such a powerful thing. It is at the root of so many aspects of our lives yet we tend to dismiss it or fail to notice it. How often do we even train our children away from it by telling them not to imagine things and pulling them back to reality? Yet every design, every concept, begins the process of manifestation within the imagination of its creator. Every object we use began this way with a ‘what if’, every story was once just the germ of an idea.
It is imagination that fuels our emotions. What would we fear without that mental picture that haunts us? Would we strive to attain a goal without the image of success imprinted upon our mind? Yet it is a two way process, for imagination feeds on memory and emotion too and they paint a vivid picture for it to work with. Think of the possibilities for change we could have by consciously harnessing these natural gifts we all have in abundance.
Mystery Schools have always taught the power of the controlled imagination. Very often, though, in my experience, the power of the heart is neglected by the student, overlooked in their concentration on study with the result that the focus becomes purely mental. Yet I find it is by engaging the emotions in full awareness in conjunction with the imagination that the inner vision opens to allow exploration of the hidden corners of the mind and the realisations that come in this way can be truly astounding.
Lennon said it best…
“You, you may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one...”
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