So what makes up a writer?
I have been asking myself this question for a long time. Is a writer a product of their environment? Or, is the environment a product of the activities of a writer?
It seems creative thinkers ebb and flow with the world around them but always just outside of the mainstream. Reporting, reacting, and responding to the political, social, and economic happenings for good or ill around him or her is the creator's way. Then infusing that vibration in the characters and story lines that are written.
I have come across creative thinkers over the years, and many in recent months, who have stopped being the outside observer and have become apart of the system. I watch them. I watch how these artists and writers conduct themselves. Their behavior matches the extremes of current events and political talking points. I am aghast.
A creative being is ineffectual when absorbed by the prevailing energies of the time. Either writers have joined the far right camp or the far left. That leaves me smack dab in the middle.
With my formal education and my research activities, I have come to understand the many gears turning our world and how these mechanisms drive our world as a whole. To explain such machinations to the programmed mind is a perilous endeavor as I have discovered.
You cannot say that researched fact, you must believe! Belief is for people who have stopped searching and just want to exist in the vibration of life. That is not me.
I am in search of knowledge and wisdom. That imparts a duality of soul, inspiration of the heart. and path that cannot be walked in one lifetime, but on successive adventures in the energies of the universe. Who are we? Why are we here? Who sent us into this density? Dimension? To fulfill our individual destinies?
Energy is felt yet intangible. It shapes our universe and creates reality. How we use that energy is how we realize our world.
How does a wanderer bring the different aspects of reality together if everyone is so polarized that facts, figures, and sense don't exist as a common denominator?
I ask because reality is adrift. People choose belief over everything else. Religion of gods or emotion is destroying the fabric of the space-time continuum.
Can the imagination of one writer bring a cohesiveness to reality so people will stop tearing themselves and others apart?
I do not know the answer to that and many other questions. I do know that the path of a creator is not to be sucked into the propaganda, but to deflect it and shine a light on the manipulation.
If you are a writer, are you being the observer? Are you showing the hypocrisy of the right and the left?
Or, are you too busy trying to be right in your beliefs that you have forgotten why we are here?
I haven't forgotten my place as the observer. Belief has no sway here. Only knowledge and wisdom.
What do you believe that keeps you from becoming the writer you have always wanted to be?