I love words. There is a beautiful tapestry that unfolds when you find words to describe a feeling in such a way that the reader can see and feel your inner landscape. A creator is an artist, whatever tool she uses to express herself with.
I write. Poetry and other stuff. I love words that speak to the imagination. Gossamer. Ephemeral. I can get lost in those words. Worlds open up… but maybe that’s just me.
It all started during a lecture. Way before I stepped onto the ascension path I asked my “teacher to be” a question that is still burning in the hearts of millions. Why am I here?
His answer was kind of cryptic.
You’re a writer. Put geometry back into the words.
I don’t remember what he said after that.
It was about those two sentences.
I tried to figure it out. For years. Not so much the writer part but the geometry in the words thing. I was seriously clueless.
Eventually I was fed up with trying to “get it”.
It wasn’t “figureoutable.”
The words of my teacher, however, had found resonance with an aspect of me. It had been in hiding for a long time. My whole life actually. I’m a writer.
Live with it. Live it. Use me! That’s what I’m here for.
I started to write. Cherished moments when words would flow effortlessly onto my notepad or my computer screen. Fleeting moments, too. Few and far between. Suddenly this wave of inspiration would roll over me… and be gone just as quickly as it had come, evaporated into billions of elusive particles again.
Quite frustrating sometimes. I just didn’t seem to be able to maintain the flow. — Ah, the tricks of mind to keep you small! — But I trusted.
I knew with absolute certainty that I would write — a lot.
It didn’t matter when. I have all the time in the world.
So I got the writer part but I was still contemplating the geometry thing, pondering that which could not be figured out… And then it finally dawned on me.
C’est le ton qui fait la musique.
“It’s the tone that makes the music.” Go into your heart space, very freely translated. When the head, the heart, and the belly are aligned, perfect geometry is created. Whatever flows out of you in that moment is perfection.
With that realization the portals opened. I asked for those aspects of me that were/are/will be expressing themselves through the written word to lock on. All of you, please. Now.
I should have known. I create my reality but I wasn’t quite prepared for what was coming next.
Our ascended teachers have a beautiful way of providing us with exactly the right tools in the right moment to propel us forward.
It “happened” to me. You can read what that was in the book that is the result of the gift my teacher had given me: Practical Ascension. The first five linear years of my ascension path in the form of a book. It is still in the final editing stage, but it will be released on The Rising Store one day soon.
It still feels quite surreal. I actually wrote a book. Suddenly it is not something I am going to do in the “future,” it is here now.
And something else is happening, too. Those aspects I had begged to lock on are “hanging around.” Some of them at least. They all feel different and they each weave words in their own way. Usually they blend. Not so today. Or yesterday for that matter. Never have I rewritten a blog this many times. Every time a few paragraphs had manifested, another aspect would take one look and delete the whole shebang. You’re not serious, are you? Trust me, you can’t put it like that. Far too long! The words that felt perfect in one moment, had fallen out of grace in the next.
I feel quite schizophrenic.
I create my reality. Years ago, my teacher told me something I was not ready to understand. But I trusted that the day of understanding would come. I also knew that this didn’t mean that I could just sit back and do nothing. You can dream of being a writer but until you actually put your thoughts on paper, you’re just a figment of your own imagination.
So now I am here to fulfil the mission my teacher gave me all these years ago: to share my knowledge, my experiences and my truth in stories that find their way to the heart of the reader.
and while I ponder
what to write
my hands are weaving
patterns in the air
particles plucked out of the
— an ocean of potentials
spinning invisible threads
between the undefined and
and thus the word is born
This is what happens when you are in the heart space. The building blocks of life pour out of you. And this is putting the geometry back into the words.
I love you. Namaste.