What I want to do is to write well. This feeling goes back to my early eccentric sense of existence—sunk in the glassy gravities of life—fumbling around for thrilling desperations of wisdom and knowledge. I have long been keen and aware of painted veils, of God, of domes with stained glass tinting the white radiance of eternity, quivering in the intense delight of divinity and so on. I have carried quite the nutty charm of all things since I was boy frolicking through the fields of mind-expanding growth, just on the other side of the past underneath the Cosmos of my adolescence.
It was underneath the stars of a sweat-filled southern summer night, many moons ago that creativity first started to drip through my soul. The thoughts I thought were worth putting on paper. Now here we are twenty some odd years later, going through the same motions, on a much larger scale rather than just some dusty old notebook. Which by the way I still have. This is why I write, well to write well, and just as well, it does help to give me a sense of liberty in a time when liberty is limping on its last leg.
If a writer is so guarded that he never writes anything that cannot be criticized, he will never write anything that can be read. If you want to help other people you have got to make up your mind to write things that some men will condemn.
If you write for God you will reach many men and bring them joy. If you write for men—you may make a pretty penny, you may give someone a hint of joy, and you may make a bit of an uproar in the world, if only for a little while. If you write for yourself you can read what you yourself have written and after five agonizing minutes you may become so disgusted that you wish your creative side dead.
Creativity has this marvelous touch that feels of flattery and laughs with liberty, all the while coalesced with subtle hints of courage. As of recently, my mind has come to find that it is only truly fed with joy, when thinking about and creating all things eternal and infinite. This is why I am satisfied to sit here thinking all day long about God, creativity, and the purity of love. And why I have decided to leave my own hell by the wayside of time.
The awakening of creative energy is inner liberation from pain and is accompanied by a sense of freedom. Creativity is the way of liberty. Creativity is a way out of your own hell. Liberty cannot result in inner emptiness—it is not merely liberty from something but it is also liberty for the sake of something. And this “for the sake of something” is creativity in its purest form.
Creativity is one of the highest forms of consciousness, and at the same time it spills from the fountain of eternal youth. Creativity is the youth of the soul and its power is bound up with the soul’s virginity.
Creativity cannot be aimless and objectless. It is an ascent and therefore supposes loftiness, which means creativity rises from the world to God. It does not move along a flat surface in endless time but ascends with eternity. Every creative act of ours is in relation to other people—an act of love, of pity, of helping others to heal, of peacemaking. Not only does it have a future but also it is eternal.
The greatest secret of existence is the satisfaction that is not felt by those who make demands and sacrifices, but by those who give and make sacrifices in the realm of creativity. In those people alone the energy of delight and life does not fail, and this is the precise meaning of creativity.
This is where I failed recently, my cockiness got the best of my creativity and I almost flushed everything I had built down the toilet of doubt. I do consider myself lucky that after praying, God wouldn’t allow me to treat myself with such atrocities that spawned from the slavery of my own mind. I’m not sure why I felt the need to ruin it all, but I also haven’t the time to recollect it all. In short, it could be chalked up to an inner dividedness. I did abandon myself to my own devices instead of leaving things up to God.
Creativity is meant to push forward, so let us move north towards positivity. The positive mystery of life is to be found in love, in sacrificing, giving, and creating love. All creativity is love and all love is creative. If you want to receive, then give. If you want to obtain satisfaction, do not seek validation, never think of it again and forget the word altogether. If you want your words to acquire the potency to make a difference in the world, manifest those words, and pass them on to others.
We are all skeptic with this idea that love is an emotion only felt between two people. But love is a universal energy, a catching force handed down from the grace of God’s gift to us all, that being creativity. To be grateful, to hope, to believe, to be forgiving and to have faith in the path that lay ahead, is to accept God’s love and carry it in your soul, whole-heartedly and creatively. This is the liberty of love in its purest form within life and the everlasting pursuit of happiness. And we see this in the following scripture.
“Am I not free to do what I please”
Are these not Christ’s words? It seems that they, too, contain the secret of all joy, because there is no joy without liberty and these words contain the truth that make us free to love unconditionally and creatively. To accept them for what they justly mean is to enter into the infinite liberty of God. To acknowledge these words is to love them and live by them. To truly accept them is to love One and to love all.
Where the Spirit of God is, there is liberty. Where there is liberty, there is the Spirit of God and grace. Grace acts upon liberty and cannot act upon anything else. The enslaved mind cannot receive grace and grace will not affect it. The enslaved mind will recognize liberty but only for the sake of urging it into the obedience of manmade law, and not in any way staying obedient to the law of His cosmic dance.
Liberty, then, is a talent given to us by God and not by man. Liberty is an instrument of creativity to work with. It is the tool with which we build our own lives with His freedom, and our own happiness. Our true liberty is something that must never be sacrificed, for if we sacrifice it we renounce God himself. As much as I would like to attack the current state of society on certain things pertaining to liberal beliefs I have chosen not to succumb to that impulse because the message of this post speaks loud and clear.
It is only the false spontaneity of impulse, the pseudo liberty of sin that is to be sacrificed. Our true liberty must be defended with life itself for it is the most precious element in our being. It is through liberty that God created us, constituted in His divine image of creation.
We may say with certainty that creativity is life-in-itself, and so is love, as is the contemplation of God and the spiritual world. Creativity is a wild mind with a wandering eye that carries the torch of the soul.
In the end love laughs at all that is temporal through creativity, because pure love is the doorstep to eternity, and he who loves without condition is knocking on the door that leads to God and His eternal promise, and before anything can happen to him, God will have already drawn him over the sill to Heaven and closed the door behind him and he won’t bother to worry about the wilderness burning on the other side of himself because he knows nothing but love.