The only analogue I have for that in my own creative experience is a story that talked back to me. This is a story that wanted to be told by a specific character with a specific name and history of that name. This character pushed back and argued with me when I tried to take the easy path in the story. They called me out on what I was trying to do when it was in opposition to what the story required. In a very real sense, much like what you are experiencing, this character had (has) a self. I have five unpublished stories with this character - somewhere around a half million words that I don't know what to do with, because I'm so busy trying to find myself in the aftermath of life changes. This character, in a very real sense, saved me by giving me a voice in storm. I want to do the same for them but I don't have the answers yet. I'm sitting with it through the discomfort of not knowing, of not having clear answers.
It is fascinating to me how the unseen world interacts with us in our realms of focus. There are very real ways to seek out this connection - creativity is only one of them. It is the one that works for me. I wonder if the things I have shaped (stories) that have also shaped me would qualify as workings?
Thank you for consistently sharing your story. It helps me to see greater possibilities and clarify the unfolding picture in my own unseen world.
That sounds incredible.
The only analogue I have for that in my own creative experience is a story that talked back to me. This is a story that wanted to be told by a specific character with a specific name and history of that name. This character pushed back and argued with me when I tried to take the easy path in the story. They called me out on what I was trying to do when it was in opposition to what the story required. In a very real sense, much like what you are experiencing, this character had (has) a self. I have five unpublished stories with this character - somewhere around a half million words that I don't know what to do with, because I'm so busy trying to find myself in the aftermath of life changes. This character, in a very real sense, saved me by giving me a voice in storm. I want to do the same for them but I don't have the answers yet. I'm sitting with it through the discomfort of not knowing, of not having clear answers.
It is fascinating to me how the unseen world interacts with us in our realms of focus. There are very real ways to seek out this connection - creativity is only one of them. It is the one that works for me. I wonder if the things I have shaped (stories) that have also shaped me would qualify as workings?
Thank you for consistently sharing your story. It helps me to see greater possibilities and clarify the unfolding picture in my own unseen world.