it seemed like i had writers block from 2020 on.
in the bereft misery of devastating loss, i stopped letting my Muse speak;
rather, i stopped inviting Her on account of my brain damage - from trauma inflicted by a government narrative hell-bent on dictatorship, death and decay.
so she vanished - or else retreated - resonating with my pain and not wanting to be erased…
sometimes we are rendered speechless by the tidal waves life recklessly flings that drown both our sand castles and our dreams.
2020. for so many.
it’s quite a thing to have your identity as you know it wiped out in one fell swoop - and then have to see and feel your attachment to everything you thought and knew yourself to be - to the one and only identity you understood -
- and then to crash down into existentialism’s razor-lined arms, balanced tentatively on the point of the blade...
i sense you too may have been there; or else are acquainted with someone who bore unbearable loss in 2020 which made for deep scars.
the world ended and lockdown began, and people’s dreams and livelihoods collapsed or went up in flames.
Tough rebound, huh?
the book happened when and how it did because of the voice.
the Muse has a voice? so that’s what i’ve been hearing!
…and what a clearly stated opinion She has as well…
i was excited to write my book - to finally have a way to encapsulate the knowledge and the path of sacred connection and regeneration for all of you.
in 2018 the voice told me “sit down the day after christmas and begin”, so i did;
3 months later on march 26, manuscript done, the voice said to call balboa, so i did.
on halloween 2019 the book went to print. i *think* angels must have lifted it then and there and taken over the project fully by all saints day - november 1- and they’ve been quietly waving it across the ethers ever since they took over control.
quietly, just the way organic etiquette decrees a ripple unexpectedly become a wave…
i believe my Muse, like me, speaks far less and at lower volumes than the average joe; capturing Her audience with an unexplained radiance that surpasses all (which i sure hope to do!)…then expanding into an effulgence henceforth etched in the sands of time…
goodness wins once again as always, but it takes as long as it takes on this 3rd dimension stage to reveal the entire scene and plot;
so be steady in your vision and carry on with your sacred path.
anyhow, the world ended and lockdown began, and people’s dreams and livelihoods collapsed or went up in flames.
somewhere around there the Muse vanished, and i’ve struggled, angst-ed, and labored over every newsletter ever since, and passed months at a time with nothing revolutionary to say.
until recently, just before you and i met…
i was missing my Muse with a longing i can’t explain, a longing i felt acutely in my organs, circuits and fluids; a subatomic and sub-cellular personal void.
i had to get Her back - volumes were trapped inside me beating against my inner skin!
then i remembered the original deal, and my own part:
-everything’s sweeter with honey
and thank you is always the best way to say hello.
if you know the way of Devotion, you know intuitively how to court the Muse.
and lest panic overtake you from the fear that such devotion is unattainable for you, take solace in this simple counsel, and try it on for size:
above all, know Her heart
and give your Muse your ear.
do whatever it takes to open your body and quiet your mind so you can fully receive Her words and ideas. She needs your attention.
She can’t reach you when your mind is rattling.
She won’t ever try to yell louder than you.
and so, in little more than one well-spaced page has been revealed a long hidden secret in the mystery school of Life: Courting the Muse.
welcome home.
may your path be blessed; may your innocent courtship with Love nourish your divine essential heart; and may you flourish in the brilliance of your emerging inner Light.
in oneness, ypritamhari
beautiful, thank you.