Category: Thoughts

Fantastical World at Dusk

Posted on by martyjreep in Creative Writing, Thoughts

Looking out onto the evening dusk, the world opens up and lets us see into its secret places.  Animals move around and go from being quiet to active.  They participate in the grandness we call nature, simply by being who they are and doing what they do.  No one needs to tell them what to do nor even watch them as they go about their business, because they are still who they are, regardless of our observations.

Then why do we observe?  Because it helps us to become better people.  It helps us to appreciate the world around us.  We become better beings because of it, and in return, we are better to them and to each other.

Dusk is not just dusk.  It is a time of renewal.  It opens the doors to the transition period between daylight and dark.  The daylight says goodbye, and the darkness calls us forward.  As we step forward into the momentary blackness, we see a world we have never seen before.  It becomes new to us as we open our minds and allow in the beauty of the black.  Within it, mysterious shapes take on new meaning and become the steadfast points of footing that we call home.  The strange becomes the familiar, and the foreign becomes home.

Fantastical creatures change into realistic people and force their way into our minds through the ready acceptance of all things strange.  We do not have to deny them credence in order to define ourselves, because with or without them, we still are who we are.

Yet, their participation in our lives blends the two worlds and brings about changes manifested in the adherence to the structure of the formless formed.  The fog is lifted, and the night shines forth.

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Worlds of Work and Letting Go

Posted on by martyjreep in Motivational, Thoughts

A lot of people go into their little worlds of work and don’t come out again for 40 years.  They think what they do is so important that they rarely stop to look at what they’re doing: to see if it really matters or fits well into the rest of the world somehow.

In some cases, their families grow up around them without them noticing until it’s too late: children seemingly change from toddlers to teenagers overnight, and spouses get tired of waiting for time together.

Don’t let yourself become that person who never leaves the office.  Your family is more important.  They really are – and there IS a way to live a balanced life.  Meaning, you CAN provide for your family AND be with them in person 3-dimensionally to laugh, love, cry, hold, and smile.

Your family would rather have you than a picture of you.

Likewise, someone once told me, “Letting go is a good thing.  It really creates freedom, and it lets trust grow.”  Freedom and trust?  Maybe trust is hard for you at times, because people have squashed it.  You may have even said, “Forget it.”

If so, talking about it and writing it out can help.  It creates a sense of permanence because it’s written down somewhere.  It’s refreshing to get the old stuff out.

In time, you’ll be able to trust more, and things will “click”.  They will be easier to deal with.

When you feel overwhelmed by people and things, let go, if it helps you feel better.  Remember, life’s bark is bigger than its bite, most of the time.

Pray each day for the things that make you excited about life – the ones that make you feel tingly all over, good points in life, and feelings that you cherish.  If you focus on them, then as you deal with people and situations, those positives will be there to guide you.

As wise men and women have said throughout the years, “Breathe out doubt; breathe in trust.”

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Understanding the Vapor of Facade

Posted on by martyjreep in Creative Writing, Thoughts

What if this life is just a facade?  What if the lives we’re living now are only current iterations of repeating cycles that generate one after another throughout time?  Or, what if time is merely a frontispiece of other inner workings behind the scenes of what we claim to be reality?

If it is only a front or book cover, then does that make us players on a stage or contrivers of the mind?  Where does the crossover occur between what we perceive to be reality and actual reality?  Is it located within the confines of our minds, or is it outside of our cerebral walls, dwelling in the outer atmosphere of space and air?

Those thoughts and questions bring forth the following contemplations: What is reality?  Is it the physical, tangible world we see around us, or is it the metaphysical world we do not see – the part of the space in the universe that holds together the other parts of our minds and lives?

If the conditions that dictate our cognizant reception of ideas are clouded, then we have allowed ourselves to be swayed into believing things that are not important.  The passage of time will reveal true abilities and afford us the opportunities to succeed even when the belief surrounding us drops to low levels.

Because we can see into the far reaches of the universe, we are able to see beyond this present situation that condemns us and calls us into treason against our own souls.  That foreboding voice will draw back from us and grant safe passage into the realms of belief and sustaining life.

The lasting impact is yet to be seen of the turf war that has torn apart our nation.  In due time, those responsible for the rampaging of detrimental thoughts and derogatory existence will be held to the light for answers.  When they stand before the judge and jury, they will shrink back from the clamoring of arms and give credence to the author of life.  His forbearance of them will show grace to the world and will show a disbelieving world the way that truth has been leading.

In the depths of his soul does a man contemplate the things of God and the hardening of a heart.  A willingness to hear the heartbeat-thoughts of the Almighty will reign benevolently in the growth of a family and the maturing of a faith.  It is with great surprise that men and women alike seek to know the Father more and as a result gain a deeper understanding of their own souls in respect to their place in the universe.

A grand space within in the heart is a grand space within the design of the firmament.  The whole of heaven has room to encapsulate and expand the conditions of your life in relation to the greater purpose of heavenly callings.

Seek not where you don’t belong in the world, but seek out the places that you do.  The coldness of heart protruding from some will not disable you from sharing the glowing warmth that extends from your being.  Light and life are there for you to have.  They produce the musings that allow us to grow and send forth into the world a happiness that others need to hear.

Some of  your greatest moments will occur when you try to see beyond the current perception of truth and reach for an understanding of the deeper expanses of the universe.  In those moments, the vapor of facade will fade away and light will fill your mind.

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Words Passing Through

Posted on by martyjreep in Creative Writing, Thoughts

Words of the afternoon light filtered through the window, glided across the sill, and slipped into the room.  They met me where I sat.  They asked me why they came in from the outside and not from my heart.  I told them that since I didn’t originate them, they came in from some other source.  But because I could sense them, I was able to have a conversation with them and help them on their way.

During our chat we covered a lot of ground.  In a way, I could identify with those wandering bits of thought that passed through the window and into my house.  They brought with them a perspective from another dimension – the realm of the surrounding unseen.  To float through the air without physical texture, yet to have it all the same.  That’s what those words were showing me – beyond just showing up to ask directions.

A refocusing of sorts occurred on both our ends.  They were no longer wandering.  I was no longer wordless.  The meeting was good.  We both benefited from it.  They gained direction, and I gained this page full of their relatives.

Day One and Day Opposite One

Posted on by martyjreep in Motivational, Thoughts

After pumping out the ideas and words for the most recent ebooks that are finished, I started feeling drained this week.  Not that there was a lack of words to write down or material to work on, but I didn’t have the motivation to write or edit a few times.  I realized today that I was feeling run down because I had given so much from my mind, and it needs to rest.

I’ve been persistent this week and wrote 1,ooo words per day on average.  That’s a good thing, because with that much getting onto the screen every day, then there’s potential for them to turn into finished books soon.

Whenever I’m not writing I feel like I should be.  At times, I feel like a fevered Beethoven of words or van Gogh with a typewriter.  The words pour on like sweat beads falling from the brow, filling up a wetted page.  Perhaps one day the words won’t come, but I doubt it.  They’ve been there since Day One, and I imagine they’ll continue to be a part of my life until Day Opposite One.

Tonight I write freely and openly.  Tomorrow I’ll return to structure needed to complete a bound unit of pages known as “a book”.

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Worry Into Hope

Posted on by martyjreep in Motivational, Thoughts

I write the words that come to mind and wonder if anyone will ever receive blessing from them.  I worry.  I worry about:

  • my children doing what they feel led to do
  • not having a house to live in
  • my wife dying
  • being broke
  • being a nobody
  • failing at everything I do

You may never worry about those things or may think they’re silly, but I’ve fought them in my mind.  So in that realm, they are real.

Demons chase us, and we chase demons – in our minds.  They leave us alone for a little bit, but always come back to dance on the doorstep between the soul and the mind.  They’ll leave us alone when we’re dead, but not before we’ve wasted life and breath on them.  They’ll pursue and trick us into believing we could keep them at bay, knowing full well that we couldn’t.  That’s part of what makes us embittered – knowing we’ve lost before we’ve begun.

Seeing our roots but not recognizing them is one of the greatest losses in the world.  The way that we live is dependent on what we think.  The road is tough at times, but we have to believe that it will get better, otherwise there is no use in going on – and to stop going on is to think selfishly about the continuance of our own lives and that of others.

Words cannot encapsulate the fears that we have at times, nor the emotions and depths of that pressure.  Yet, in the midst of all the swirling mess, we have to believe that life is worth living.  The judgment and hatred that others cast upon us is the least important that we receive or get thrown our way.  Because in the midst of that anger lies the love from others that shall overcome hatred and win today, tomorrow, and the next day.

Whenever we deny death another day, we have done well.  In due time, we shall bring before the Almighty the list of our accomplishments and hope for recognition in the midst of hatred.  When standing there in that moment, we can but hope that the heavenly favor we seek will present itself to us in a kind and benevolent way.

If we have not been negelectful in our dealings with others, then the truth of the moment will ring out for all to see.  The meanderings of our minds will not deny us from completing our purpose.  It will keep us from doing it well, though.

We need to meander at times, in order to enjoy the sunsets and better understand the world around us.  It’s when we cut ourselves off from others completely and only do the tasks before us in our minds that we cease to understand the beauty that persists even in the midst of death and betrayal.

Heaven belongs in our hearts if we will allow it entrance.  Seek not the purposes of the world, but only fix eyes on the eternal blessings that await us in the end.  Forever is a long time to try to understand and grasp, but that is the angle at which our perceptions should be set.

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And Hope Remains

Posted on by martyjreep in Creative Writing, Motivational, Thoughts

According to ancient myths, Pandora opened a jar (sometimes translated as “box”) and as a result, released the evils of humanity.  Startled by what escaped, she quickly closed the lid, leaving Hope inside.

Side Note: Based on her other actions, she most likely opened the jar out of curiosity and not to be malicious.

Either way, what was done – was done.  There was no turning back the hands of time and reversing the deed.  Yet, Hope remained.

Yesterday, I was reminded of the same kind of thing.  I can’t return to earlier years and re-do anything.  Last time I checked, the present time continuum of the universe doesn’t grant “do-over” scenarios.  So, to wish I could go back and do things differently based on what I know now – only burns up precious resources through regrets, stress, and anger.

Instead, I will cling to hope and utilize the experiences of my past to better accept my path and to walk it well.

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Dreaming in “Movie”

Posted on by martyjreep in Thoughts

When I dream, most of the time it’s like being in and watching a movie.  Most of the characters stay the same, but the events, scenes, and scenarios sometimes change.

Most of the time, the storyline follows sequentially and goes from beginning to end.  Once in a while, though, it jumps from theatre to theatre leaving me confused, until I realize how the various bits are related.

When the movie (dream) starts playing, it usually goes until I wake up.  Once in a while I realize that I’m dreaming and start watching the dream as a movie instead of being in it.

When that happens, the biggest challenge is trying to rejoin a storyline and pick up where it left off, if I like what’s happening.  If I don’t like what’s happening, I changes channels or change theatres, if my subconscious is determined to continue film production.

Dreams in “movie” are where some of my stories and books come from.  The Dark Rider book series showed up in my mind one night, and it became a hit.  I’ve consciously tried to get The Dark Rider to replay sometimes, but it doesn’t always work out.

What does work though in consciously accessing the subconscious to see the story ideas is to use Einstein’s “dropped quarter method”.  Staying up late achieves the same result sometimes.  The mind opens, and stories pour out.

People who say that consciously accessing their subconscious is dangerous have never truly taken a trip there.  It’s your own mind, and it’s full of amazing things.

May you dream well.

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Muses? I don’t have muses…

Posted on by martyjreep in Creative Writing, Thoughts

Muses?  I don’t have muses.  I have screaming tormenters in my head that won’t relent until I put words on a page.  Then, they leave me alone for a while.  That’s the kind of inspiration I have most days.

…Stories that explode inside my head and demand that all parts get typed out or they’ll keep pounding on the doorway of my mind.  Bloody fingers are of no account to them.  All they want is to be written, produced, and recognized.  Sure, they make themselves out to be shiny, bright ideas, but don’t turn your back on them or they’ll chew you to shreds.

Don’t get me wrong, I’d rather have words lining up to be written down than the other way: blank pages looking back at me like a big, empty mirror on a wall.  That would be hell – having to face that kind of painting every day.

This way, at least there’s something powerful to put on paper.  No doubt about that.

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