I have people ask me all the time… Why don’t you get a job writing?
My reply… Writing is not a job. Writing is not a labor for me it is an “Inspiration”.
I never want to be forced to write what humans want to hear. There may be some who write… as a JOB! But they write from their head. They spill onto paper what they know… facts… research… natural human instincts.
A true writer has no thoughts of his own…His words are inspired by revelation. I am one of those writers who most people do not understand. I do not fit into the mold of the world. I am invisible to the busyness of human kind. While they run to and fro… I walk as though I am in slow motion observing everything from a distance.
To a writer who can only write by inspiration He waits… never forces words to come… never adds his own words to the contexts. Once the words are downloaded there is nothing to stop the translation onto paper. Everything, everyone vanishes into the nothingness.
I find myself sitting in the sunlight empting my mind of all that tries to clutter the space meant for peace. As I take captive every thought that comes to mind, I delete every thought not worthy of taking up valuable space reserved for the good life. Why anyone would waste valuable space and time thinking on those things that make the soul grieve is beyond me.
As I “MAKE” time to Walk and Talk with my Creator, I can hardly wait to hear what He will say. I am eager to write it all down for He alone inspires every word. I may ask questions… He is only to willing to answer just to see; to watch my REACTION! I see Him smile and it makes me feel wonderful to know… I bring Him such joy.
On my walks I see a leaf… a simple leaf… dancing in the wind and that one simple thing sends me writing about my Beloved Creator. He is beautiful. How is it… nothing truly dies… in fact it appears to be dead… on the surface… but the truth is… it lives on as it decays and brings life to the ground on which it lies. I realize more and more how He created all things to begin in one form, die, and resurrect in another form.
I remember the days… I can smell the forest. The air permeated with the smell of wood, the leaves, the earth, the grass and flowers all doing their own thing and yet working together to make this world a beautiful place with out any help from humans hands or human knowledge.
Those days of summer when I bask in the sunlight, I find myself compelled to write some random thoughts. Where do they come from? I hear them in my spirit, I hear them in my ears, I hear them in my heart, I even hear them in my sleep. All I know is I hear them. I write them. I read them and I shake my head in awe!
I being who I am … I can not force myself to write. I tried! I can sit all day… start and stop; delete and erase… again and again, until I lose interest or get interrupted. If I am allowing things to distract me then I know… It is not inspired. It is just me blubbering vain words. Words not worth repeating!
The moments I must laugh myself silly… moments when the Spirit speaks to me while watching a movie, listening to music or over hearing others talk… in a store, restaurant even in a church pew… How He speaks volumes when I am Just Being Still… at rest and peace with Him, with the world, with myself and with others. Nothing between He and I. The signal is loud and clear.
Those moments when I am stirred from my sleep hearing a voice… I have learned not to be afraid. Now I not only wake to His voice, I also go to sleep with that voice speaking to me. I do not realize I am sleeping. I think we are still conversing as we do all the day long. It is only when I wake that I realize I was sleeping, dreaming, seeing visions, going places I no not where… only that I was there… My body tells me I was there. The real virtual reality… no need for glasses on this journey.
I do not hesitate to rise to the occasion and write the things I hear, see or feel. He corrects my writings, my words, my details… to add or take away as He sees fit. The purpose… to make known only what He chooses; not what I see, feel or want to say!
I want to tell it all… He forbids it. Some things are kept between He and I… Like a husband and wife, like a trusted friend; who sticks closer than a brother or sister. Like soul mates.
There are moments I do not remember writing. Moments I am not writing with my own ability, my own power, my own strength. Those moments… I watch, I read as the hand holding the pen writes things I do not know… I do not hear. I do not understand. But as the hand writes the revelation comes along with it. It is a mystery… and yet revealed instantly as the writing continues.
This is the joy of being a writer by inspiration. It is effortless. It is not deadlines, editing, manufacturing a lie as the truth to sell more… more and more to the masses. They read, they believe and they find themselves in the midst of a war… a war between conscience and the written words allowed to take up residence in the valuable space between the ears… hearing words read with the eyes! That still small voice… speaking, convicting, reasoning… what is truth? What is a lie? All the information floods the mind, leaving us at war within.
This is “our” world we dwell in we created on our own… It is time to come out from among them and be separated from among them… separated as holy, pure, righteous… as in…. NO MORE ROOM IN THE INN for evil, negative, slander, lies, cursing, foul words, gossip… that grieves our soul, spirit and BODY. It make us physically sick, emotionally dis-eased, it is bringing death… and we are unaware… caught off guard by all the things we hear… read… give our attention to just random vain words…
I AM BLESSED! I have surrendered to separate myself from the vanity of this world. I have no desire to give a place to watching reality tv or the like, listening to the news… that is always one sided and filling my ears with the gossip, slander and worthless speech of the so called wise, rich, wealthy and “educated” world.
If they knew what I knew… they would fall down in utter and profound shame for their own ignorance they count as wisdom, knowledge and understanding.
How can I keep silent?
And yet… I do.
I choose not to waste my words on deaf ears. I choose not to waste my time on adding fuel to the fire… people just looking for something to gossip about.
My purpose for writing is to heal what is broken… the connection between heaven and earth. There is a truth… so simple …even a child can understand it.
All things are good if we focus only on the good. As I write, I learn… From creation, from others, from my past, from my present… what I focus on is where I will go. It will become my destiny! If I focus on all that is evil… I will find myself in the midst of all the evil in this world. If I focus on the good I will find myself arriving … in that place of rest, peace, joy, love, Light, freedom from all the evil that others are consumed by.
My life has changed… I Am a new creation… My past… undone by the truth… every evil that appeared to destroy me has now been untwisted… I see… the good in all of it… I still find revelation coming from parts of my past I never remembered… they are like dead bones buried in the grave yard… dug up by “current affairs”! How things seem to “reoccur” and in the twinkling of an eye we know we have been here before… some call it De-sha-vu…. re-incarnation. The truth is… it is a resurrected memory buried deep in our soul… to protect us… until we are able to face it like a much wiser, mature adult. One who is able to “not” react like a child throwing a tantrum… kicking and screaming… acting like … an animal, instead of a spiritual being.
Ah! The Inspired writer has the freedom like no other. An artist of sorts… arranging words… to color our world happy. A romantic at heart is the inspired writer because Love inspires all writers… to encourage, edify, build relationships, to bring joy, laughter, peace and rest to our souls. If words can paint a picture in our minds… then the painter can paint it. The musician can set it to music and the people can feel it, live it, BE it.
This is the secret… the power of the inspired writer… to give life… not to kill, steal and destroy, not to bring death!
We overcome all evil with its opposite… whatever it may be… just do the opposite and life begins to come … and with it all things that are good!