It is Saturday and if I do not have time to take part in Linda’s wonderful “Stream of Consciousness Saturday” I do my own Stream of Consciousness Writing with a prompt that has helped me get back into writing many times. Feel free to try it out and let me know about the messages you received :-):
“I quote Kasey Mathews from the WANA group “Write to Heal” for this writing prompt:
“With paper and pen, or computer handy, lean back in your chair, or against the wall, or a sofa, etc., close your eyes and imagine you are sitting under a large tree with your back resting against the trunk. On the other side of the tree, a Storyteller has come to sit down and also rest against the tree trunk. With eyes still closed, just listen. Wait for the Storyteller to begin his or her story. When you hear it begin, simply write down all that you hear. “
So many. So many of us. So many of us have perished in the attempt to cross over. This new world found in the depths of quantum physics was nothing like Baxter’s and Pratchett’s “Long World”.
It was terrifying this loneliness. There were no creatures. There were no humans. There were no plants. Just a great big nothing and if you had no creativity to imagine “your” world you just fell and fell and fell and never stopped falling in the great big nothing.
The writers and artists and musicians were lucky. They could create in the blink of an eye and like magic their worlds connected into a beautiful cobweb of music, stories and images. The greedy ones, though, those who had dominated the old world, they ended up under a pile of gold, oil and whatever their minds were attracted to. No air to breathe, no food to eat, no nothing.
And so, in what you might call “an act of the creator” not only the new world but also the old was freed from greed and its perpetrators.
I do not know how I managed. I was one of the greedy ones. So successful when the others tried their luck in the new world in the old one as none of them came back and I just took over their empires. It was so easy. I felt like heaven and I avoided the connection points to the new world like the plague.
Until… until I got lost in that jungle where they promised me more gems. Today I suspect it was a trap set by the creative ones. They had conned themselves into my trust making out they wanted more fame, money and success but what they really wanted was to get rid of me.
But know what? They did me a favour. I stepped into the elevator that supposedly led down into a mine and then I fell and fell and fell and I was terrified and then I remembered. I remembered the days when I collected shells on the beach before the patron of our family took away my dreams. My screams still hang around in the old world.
And now I live on this island full of shells and mango fruit and jumping fish. No one around to beg me for favours or pushing me onwards on that fateful path of greed.
Just now and then I hear another one screaming and I know I am just a blink away from the elevator where those who do not know end their old lives. It is terrifying. This loneliness when you fall. And when you realise you cannot imagine anything else than your greed!