Words From A Writer

I’m a writer.
Why?
Because I say I am.
Because I believe I am.
Because I write.
Because I have something to say and the best way I know how to say it is to write it.
Not that I’m not good with being verbal, because I am.
But I’m better when I write it down.
I don’t need to be paid for it.
I do it for free.
I do it because I have a passion for it.
Because I love it.
Because I know I’m supposed to.
I write about what I know.
And what do I know better than my own experience?
What could I possibly know better than the story of my life?
What do I know better than what happens all around me?
I write about what needs to be said.
I write the truth.
Harsh at times, loving at times, confusing at times, but always the truth.
Love it, hate it, accept it or deny it.
Just know this, words hold a lot of power, written or spoken, texted or tweeted.
And these words are written just for you.
I see you.
I see your soul.
I see past the mask and the character, the shortcomings and all of your humanness.
I see myself in you, and you in me.
We are the same you and I, just decorated a bit differently on the outside.
I know you.
Maybe better than YOU know you.
And you’re very much okay.
It’s all going to be okay.
I promise.
What a better way to remind you, just in case you forget, than etching these written words in this very place, to be part of history, so when you forget you can re-read them.
You can come back to find these very words.
Right here.
Written.
By a writer.

What’s in a word?

I used to take words so literally, assigning very specific meanings, ideas and concepts to words I heard in someone’s speech or read in someone’s writing.

All these beliefs came from my conditioned mind and I never thought to question the judgements that came along with words, so much of my past influencing them.

It wasn’t until I had been awakened that I started getting caught up in my own use of words.

I still find myself seeking for just the right ones, but with so much history attached to certain kinds of language, I’m at a loss of which ones to use.

But there are no “right” words.

Because they are just words.

With this struggle to find words to describe the truth that I understand today, because of my old rigid standards and definitions attached to them, it became less about words and more about truth behind them.

When I listen to people now, or read or listen to spiritual teachings that use different types of language, I listen for what’s behind the words.

I pay attention to the energetic vibration or feeling intended.

I now just use words interchangeably.

It’s not so much about the language used.

For example, sometimes I say God, the universe, soul, spirit, being or knowing.

It try not to get stuck on one way of describing ideas.

I’m open minded and flexible.

It matters less to me now than ever, because truth is truth no matter how it’s expressed.

Without Words

You cannot get wet by the spoken or written word “water”.

This is a word that was created to describe the substance that is.

You can see it, touch it and drink it.

It was created to communicate what exists.

The words “love” and “I love you” are an attempt to describe the act or action of loving.

It is not a “feeling”.

By themselves, they are just words that can be heard by the ears but the words are not what can be felt in the heart.

You cannot know and feel love by the word, only by action of being loving.

Love is respectful, kind, honest, giving, unselfish, consistent and committed.

It is not greedy, needy, selfish, careless, hurtful or fickle.

If I wanted to convey love but had no language to use, what would I do?

“The only way you know you love yourself or anyone else is by the contracts you are willing to make and keep.” Pat Allen

What Actually Happened

I’m so happy you are fighting for your connection with God
Nothing would be possible without it
In that moment though
I hoped you would give another answer with that

I wanted you to say you would fight for me
For love
That you realized you didn’t want to be without me
Not because you can’t be alone
But because we had something real
I wanted you to say you have missed me
That the world seems brighter when we are together

I wished you would’ve said these things
You asked what I would fight for
I have fought for something
I fought for you and it didn’t matter

I was standing there hoping
That now it might come from you
That you would say what I needed to hear

But you didn’t
And that was my answer

I Write For Truth

It has been through my darkest of times that has propelled me to the light.

If I never knew what it was like for my spirit to live in what some would call hell, then I might never be able to recognise pure joy.

I looked around me tonight and I was overwhelmed at the amount of faces around me of those I have grown to know, love and have allowed to love me. There were so many! My heart was overcome with gratitude and complete fullness at the realisation of the fellowship and family of unique human beings I have created and drawn into my life today. It’s pretty amazing.

I wish I could put down in words all of the awareness and truth I experience each day.

I wish I had enough words to describe how much I am learning on this journey.

I try to explain as best I can, what is happening inside me as I evolve towards my true purpose on this planet.

Words can’t possibly come close to describing the feeling of complete and total connectedness to my creator and all that has been created.

I write what I can in hopes that others will hear something that will make sense.

I write to put out truth into the world.

I write to create.

I write to have a voice.

I write to share the love.

I write to move closer to God.