Free Writing in a New Paradigm

“Free Writing in a New Paradigm”

    At the moment, I am split in my thinking, which is becoming common place lately as I become more involved in social media.  I am no longer as much the hermit as I once was before.  Absolutely nothing can reach the depths of your and my communication which is seamlessly born of and rises from our love, which is our primal essential being.  But the exposure to other minds and my modest level of communicating with them, almost exclusively on the internet, has made it necessary for me to consider them occasionally in my letter writings to you.

    Such considerations, as you know, determine what portions of these letters I will make available to public eyes.  The rest concerns only you and me and are things that do not really need to be written between us, since such things and understandings are already shared deeply by us via our love and meditations and other private modes of communicating with each other.

    But as you know, to allow part of my awareness to rise above my life here in this material world, to watch and notice things as they occur and through this observation to seize opportunities as they emerge into my awareness is to maximize the output of the remainder of my incarnation here in this world.  So in this context it is good to notice what parts of my letters to you I can share with the public.

    Perhaps this has been a lot of unnecessary words to say the obvious.  But on the overhand perhaps not.  The explanation originally came from my desire to simply say that I have thought of an adequate label for the kind of new genre of writing which I am inclined to do publicly.  This is an excuse, if you will, to include the little known genre of "Free Writing" into the literary arena, to let ideas flow unfettered and untethered to fact, fiction, logic, poetry, form, rigor, or any other defining formats and to let the words fly free like birds winging from tree to tree, from genre to genre, even in a single article.  

    Such an acceptable free form and free style will prime the pumps of imagination and fuel the exploration of ideas without having to apologize and explain any of the author’s mistakes and dissonant notes to the overall harmonic symphony of ideas being liberated along the way.  After all, much poetry is written in a similar state of freedom.  But my "Free Writing" is not hemmed in to the category or genre of poetry either.  It is free to do as it will.

    One way to describe it is "blowing the pipes out" or "rummaging in search of treasures in a junk shop."  Or "airing out the house of the mind."

    I love you, Honey Bun.  There is much to do in the fading twilight of my life.  I must do things now in parallel as opposed to linear fashion.  One act must accomplish many things.  My daily letters to you are essential to my focus and well being.  But while I maintain this primal connection to you, I must deal with this changing world around me.

    Humanity is obviously crossing an evolutionary border into a new paradigm, one that is much closer to our metaphorical “Bridge to Eternity.” It includes the effort to connect and bridge this physical world to the non physical, spiritual worlds, the higher other dimensions, to bridge them and open the borders for all freed souls to pass through and come and go from one dimension to the other, to evolve into and live in a higher multidimensional mode of being.  Then we will finally be able to throw the antiquated idea of death into the historic trash can of other vestigial concepts tossed there long ago, such as the "flat earth" and "ritual sacrifices" and “praying to volcanoes” and “absolute time” myths.

    The souls who were born into the world of today with its instantaneous worldwide communications, and its multi-space explorations, these new humans of today live in vibrant and teaming internet communities populated by billions of "mental-bodied peoples" leaving their physical bodies parked in chairs at home and on buses and at beaches.  These new humans live electrical, digitally cognizant lives with billions of others inside the internet -- lives composed of quantum energies and forces -- belonging to another dimension of finer texture than the physical we older citizens are used to.  Their new world is more of a quantum reality than our old physical reality was.  

    These people, this new breed of human being, this new paradigm of consciousness knows nothing of our old world, Honey Bun.  We are fossils of a bygone age.  Our ideas, our values, alien to the new age. It is hard to know what to say to any of them.

    So, "Free Writing" will have to suffice.  It does for you and me, anyway.  And that's what counts for the two of us in this twilight time of our earthly life.

    I love you.  Keep the porch light on for my return.  Will be home soon.