Creativity is radical discontinuity in a pattern of thought.
~ David Bohm
Continuity of thought creates tic-toc habitude, linear and time-bound, chugging along like a freight train.
It takes some stopping, and can never be derailed volitionally.
Because the person who imagines they ‘have’ volition is the freight train incarnate.
What stops it in its tracks?
When tic-toc activity is clearly apperceived, creativity creeps through the cracks of habitude, slams on the brakes and the thinker-thought train is derailed.
Genuine creativity is Creation’s non-personal Intelligence in action.
My rented flat has been sold. I’m packing up; where I’m off to remains a mystery.
It has always been thus in this scribbler’s Lifedream. The veils hiding the way ahead only vaporize once all present business has been tidied up and folded away and the old doors are closed.
This used to infuriate me – why wasn’t my life laid out in the apparently ordered and predictable manner demonstrated by … other, ‘together’ people?
Blind Men on a Log bridge
The Gitter Collection
I feel like one of Hakuin’s blind men. But this time round, I’m strangely relaxed, loose even. How could one possibly outguess the unknowable movement of Creation-aka-Life-aka-Totality?
If a dip in the river is called for, so be it.
“Thy Will Be Done”
unnameable, unknowable, immeasurable,
omnipresent, intelligence aka Life
incomprehensible, creative movement:
unfolding/enfolding increasingly exquisite Order
is happening and cannot be adjusted or avoided
For a long while – a decade or three – I thought and wrote and talked a great deal about ‘creativity.’ I taught workshops, spoke at seminars and wrote e-books on the topic.
It was, for me, the Great Mystery, the wonder of wonders that would flow in and infuse my work in the studio. I knew it well, yet I could never pin it down.
I understood, over time, what seemed to foster it, and what seemed to ensure its absence. I discovered it would only turn up when me-as-artist, me with the designs-plans-goals-skills-aversions was absent.
Eventually the gap between my two passionate preoccupations – ‘creativity’ and ‘the sacred’ – closed over.
Creativity is exactly that immeasurable, unknowable Creation pouring into the space vacated by the artist-person, manifesting ITs own magic, shocking the daylights out of me with its audacity.
And the sacred? Ditto. In other words, nothing I could put into words. Nothing I ever expected. Nothing that could ever be known.
And yet – expression happens! Such a marvel!
I write 27-01-44 when asked for my date-of-birth, yet the Life that took ‘first breath’ that day was never born.
It’s not exactly rocket science to come to this conclusion; one just follows the tracks of the genealogists a little further than the norm.
Where did the Life that animates this breath have its beginning?
How can I claim it began in this body-mind cocoon, fruit of the sexual activity of two other body-mind cocoons, whose unique genetic and phylogenetic imprints were systematically combined and passed on? Or was it in the imprints of their parents? Or their grandparents? Or their great-grandparents?
The Life that animates each one of us harks back to the first cell-division. We share ancestry. We go back to the One. We share – we are – Creation’s initial impulse to forge the miracle of existence from the void.
Time to put down the pen; this is all starting to sound too Biblical for a baby-boomer.
Wee-me’s story is a dream dreamed by Creation via the sensory tools customized for its unique mind-body organism. The same goes for those of all the so called ‘others’ and their stories.
How did those sensory tools – and those pesky ‘others’ – get into the picture?
Creation dreamed them up, like everything else in the Great Dream Drama.
Dream Drama 101 is basic but brutal.
You pass the exam – which qualifies you for no-thing whatsoever – by waking up to the unarguable: there’s only one dream (1), only one dreamer (1), and it’s all your dearly Beloved self (0). You’re the salami in the sandwich!
Wrap your arms around yourself. Huge hugs are in order.
a a a a a h . . . .
About the image:
Tonoscope image of the vowel ‘a’ in sand. The tonoscope was constructed to make the human voice visible without any electronic apparatus as an intermediate link. This yielded the amazing possibility of being able to see the physical image of the vowel, tone or song a human being produced directly. Hans Jenny called this new area of research cymatics, which comes from the Greek kyma, wave. Cymatics could be translated as the study of how vibrations, in the broad sense, generate and influence patterns, shapes and moving processes.