I declare I will never get writer’s block. There will always be no shortage of fabulous material here at the blogspot. My muse is too prevalent. It has changed over the years, but it is still with me, in one form or another. It used to be a full house of spirits, whom I now distrust; now I see that the amplified cinemascope movie light of creativity comes especially from a source within. One or two or more ‘beings’ may or may not be part of my muse, that much is still true, but they do not form part of the clique which haunt my physical external world anymore. They live on in the heart, and in the heart they shall stay.
I became aware of my inner light earlier this year, when getting arrested at home for no reason. I started hearing all of the authorities squabbling over me. I was having conversations with doctors whose voices were disembodied. I’d heard a certain amount of voices throughout the latter stages of my life but not as many as this. Why should I suddenly be hearing doctors?
The reason I was hearing them was because I’d stumbled across the reason why I was being persecuted so much – because of my inner light. I feel like a right sucker for saying this, some holier than thou do gooder or something (not that there’s anything wrong with them), but it’s the only thing I can think of to explain proceedings. How can I radiate something so beautiful as an inner light when for years I’ve lived as a bit a recluse on a council estate, with all my many known vices?
Haven’t we all got one of these radiant inner lights? Surely each of us as a child of God has got one? What makes mine any more brighter than yours? When I look around at good-looking people in the street I start to think that everyone and his dog have one. Do you have one? I’d love to hear about it…
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