As matter becomes aligned with its true nature, it begins to vibrate at a higher frequency. It begins to sing. This song is one of the ways it will heal itself. Song has always been a magical way of healing, and the song of the world has tremendous power. In it, all the names of creation are remembered and awakened and celebrated. This song knows the name of God and sings of God in every leaf and every lake and every human being. — Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee
There are times when I sit down to write that I have a little debate in my mind about whether I want to write something “popular” or something inspiring to me. I don’t think I have ever chosen something popular. I don’t know why I even imagine that I could know what’s popular or choose it if I did. But still, upon occasion I have this useless little question lurking in the back of my mind.
At the basis of my creative impulse is my desire to learn something. Inspiration comes wrapped in unanswered questions, in mystery and fragments of insights that need reassembling in a better order. That process, for me, is creativity, and it’s an eternally endless task. I’m never going to understand life but I can’t stop trying.
Creativity itself is a mysterious joy. It offers surprises, wonder, excitement, beauty, insight and discovery of the laws of living. The principles of creativity are a strange mix of entertainment and deep perception. We learn to our astonishment that we sometimes touch depths we didn’t know we could touch, that we are more substantial than we suspected. It happens out of the blue to let us know that we have levels of humanity that remember the infinite, even if we don’t.
Somewhere in us we are poets. We take ourselves too lightly, too modestly. We don’t suspect the roots of our being, roots which go deep into the gods of love and creation of worlds.
You may get up in the morning with a vague feeling of angst and dissatisfaction. Underneath that is the poet’s need for meaning, for aliveness and connection. Routine daily life will need a challenge. Some beauty will have to be created. The mind/body will need a shot in the arm.
God’s truth will need to be mentioned in the midst of the theater of the quotidian we all live. The battle of whose God’s truth we decide to listen to is the Big Joke, with humanity as the gullible audience. How few the speakers of truth there are, and how little they are listened to! The ones that say they know don’t know.
I’ve decided to go my own way, follow my own sense that passion, love and questioning will forge my own path through this jungle.
If God is in every leaf, then the spirit of meaning is in every one of my creations. I take that on faith, because it affirms something in me that I feel is priceless.
- Anima Fire is my publication