It seems I’m doing a series on writing.
Good.
And yes, these articles are in conjunction with my mega-collection, Power Outside The Matrix, which you can also read about here. I did my best to make it a rocket for writers.
Today, I have a story about a writer who was close to giving up and found rescue.
I
give you the story, because I want to remind you that if you’re a
writer, or want to be, your breed will go to the ends of the Earth to
find what they need. And if you have THAT, you’re electric. You’re
launched. You can outdistance anything.
This is a story about the great Irish poet, William Butler Yeats.
And
his marriage. There are several versions. The one I prefer illustrates
what I mean when I say: no one can predict what reality a writer will
create when left to his own devices, when freed from the restraints of
what he is supposed to believe. The story also illustrates the lengths
to which individuals will go to forge a unique vision.
For
almost 30 years, Yeats pursued the love of his life, Maud Gonne. She
refused to marry him. A year after she turned him down for the last
time, in 1916, grief-stricken and at the end of his rope, at age 52,
Yeats married Georgie Hyde-Lees, who was 25.
Almost immediately, Georgie saw their marriage was doomed to fail.
Four
days after their wedding, she suddenly told Yeats she could perform
automatic writing. “Instructors” dictated highly esoteric texts to her.
This
intrigued Yeats. Together, he and Georgie began to work out myriad
systems to make metaphysical sense of the huge cascades of strange pages
Georgie began setting down----eventually resulting in the 1925 book, A
Vision.
Their
marriage endured. They had two children. Yeats dug deeply into the
automatic texts and extracted images and phrases which he used and
reworked in his late (and some say his greatest) poems.
In
my preferred version of this story, Georgie, desperate to hold on to
her husband, INVENTED both the claim of her ability to perform automatic
writing AND invented the ensuing mystical texts.
It worked.
Once
the new alliance with her husband was formed, the marriage survived;
and Yeats, his writing up against a brick wall of exhaustion, suddenly
found new sources and material and inspiration.
New life, new poetry, new partnership, new love.
Georgie decided to risk everything, and she won.
On the wings of THE INVENTION OF REALITY.
Whether
you believe in God, or rocks, or something in between, or something you
assert is greater than any of these, the question is: how far will you
go to find what you want?
A few feet, a block, a mile, a hundred miles, the ends of the Earth, farther?
A writer is dealing in great spaces and distances, as well as things close to home.
He has a nose for the grindstone and other galaxies.
Nothing stops him from his work.
And because of that, he finds help in the most unexpected ways.
-- Jon Rappoport
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(The link to this article posted on my blog is here.)
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