Monday, January 11, 2016

The Eccentric Writer

As a writer I join a group of aspirants that have long gone before me, beside me and will continue after I am gone. I’m inclined to agree with a favorite wordsmith of mine, author Marguerite Young, “I am in love with whatever is eccentric, devious, strange, singular, unique, out of this world-and with life as an incalculable, a chaotic thing, meaningful above and beyond the necessary and elemental data of my subject.”

Being “in love with eccentric” makes me an oddball, often shunned by even family and friends. Does anyone take the time to know another? Not often has anyone shown an interest in me as a person, as a character in this play, as a divine being, or as one that has served a large population of souls during the course of my career. Does saving a life, a person from destroying his or her own existence-helping through words of genuine care and unconditional love-count as something?

I’m ready now to be in love, to experience the exotic. I like the devious aspects of life as they always teach me something. I am everything strange, singular, unique. I prefer my independent “out of this world” thinking and way of being. I’m not one of the sheep being herded into the pen. The independent isn’t always seen as the one to win, yet I’m not so sure all the team players could say they feel like winners. I march to the beat of my own drum. I am compassionate and forgiving of myself for being so stand-offish and singular.

I look at this world as a unique opportunity to collect more and more information, to piece it all together and take what I learn back to the Creator, the Universe at large. This may make me a freak in many people’s eyes but what I do is for me to understand and embrace. I don’t need the acceptance of others to continue my passage. I only need self and communion with Source.

Why do I feel fear when I watch the actions or listen to the words of authority? It’s because they do not (often enough) speak truth to me. They do not highlight my soul or resonate this light that I am shining. Only I can reveal the authenticity of myself to myself. That is the real deal folks. I AM that I AM.

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