Clarity emerges from the fog; it comes last. The writer finds out why he is doing what he does.
For me, it started with poetry/fiction. At age 11, I read Ray Bradbury's book of
short stories,
Martian Chronicles. I was stunned by the poetic nature of the work.
At age 44, I began a career as a journalist. I discovered that facts
(and how they connected) were fascinating. What began as a lark turned
into full-blown dedication. In particular, little known medical truths
and crimes attracted my interest.
Still, I felt that poetry/fiction was my deeper calling. Eventually, I
saw that my tree had several basic branches. Journalism was one of
them. I kept coming back to an exploration of propaganda, cover
stories, and false realities.
Propaganda was the invention of worlds for profit, control, and
domination. Poetry was the invention of worlds for joy and satisfaction
of the untamed creative urge, which has no boundaries. In this
civilization, children are trained to grow up contributing
to the overall acceptance of deceptive narratives. The creative urge,
which would lead to the revelation that Self is infinite, goes begging,
and is viewed as an unnecessary risk and dead-end. In other words,
everything is backwards.
What I, as a writer, was showing was: here are the details of stories
which are sold to the many as truths, when they are actually crimes; and
here are stories which are offered as pure inventions, and are
liberating to the soul. Here is freedom; and here is
slavery.
Over decades of work, I realized how deep the crimes went, and how high
and unbounded the creative force could soar. Both branches of the tree
were vital.
For the past 19 years, at
NoMoreFakeNews, I've presented and fleshed out both vectors in many ways.
I want to thank those who sent condolences on the recent passing of my
beloved wife, Laura Thompson. Your words mean a great deal to me.
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