Conquering Writer’s Block Through the Use of Alternative Creative Outlets

   A lot of my followers are creative individuals. This has encouraged me to write a short piece on my own methods of maintaining an expressive lifestyle.

   I have found several pursuits that help me think when I’m in a rut, or experience an obstacle in my writing. For everyone, this distraction will be something different. I am only sharing what works for me, and perhaps it’s something strange that you haven’t considered or might like to try. I’ve incorporated these activities into my daily routine, and have found that I experience less blockages because of it. I’ve never considered myself an artist, but refocusing my attention on drawing, oracle cards, gardening or painting keeps me in a receptive state while also distracting myself from the problem at hand.

Its all about keeping the flow going while taking your mind off the problem. I don’t really care so much about what I’m creating as I am about making something, anything. I draw when I see something and want to learn the nuances of its definition. I paint when I want to feel and experiment with colors and textures. I pull a card from an oracle or tarot deck when I want to reach out to the universe or my subconscious.

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Oracle cards are a visual and tactile way to connect and to be receptive. Although they are a way to physically connect with something for those who are spiritually curious, oracle cards can also serve as an awesome writing prompt. Not just because of their thought-provoking images, but because of the insight of their messages. They might spark a realization that you couldn’t come to on your own. You may also find a consistency in the messages, and feel compelled to learn and share it. Thats how my recent post The Utility of Doubt, Lethargy, and Other Perceived Negatives came about.

Although I already have a story in progress and have not had the need to do this yet, here is an example of a Tarot writing prompt:

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1. Character; 2. Setting; 3.Underlying Motivation; 4. Conflict; 5. Pathway; 6. Outcome

In addition to forming outlines, this method can be used for character development and specific scenes.

Even coloring can be a simple distraction. If you are a writer, reading helps collect tools for your creative toolbox whilst remaining in the realm of words.

When all else fails, take a walk at an inspiring location and listen to some music.

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Creating for the sake of creating is one of the most empowering activities we can do. As any creative will tell you, the mere act of manifestation is the most fulfilling aspect of the process. It brings you back to yourself, your center. You learn how to draw from an internal pool of infinite creation and possibilities. It can be a visceral experience at times. I often imagine having to pull what I want to make from my own heart or mind, and channeling it based on intention. It brings you back into your power in a world where we normally just let things happen to us, rather than taking control of what we want to make happen. You go back to a place where you feel confident enough to create whatever is meant to be created despite what the ego is trying to manifest, or the direction it wants to steer you in.

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Photo Credited to DELA

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New Pages – Playlist for Writers!

For this week’s post, I would like to introduce two new pages that I added to my site. I have a variety of followers that come from several different backgrounds, but many tend to be fellow writers. For this reason, I wish to share something that is an indispensable part of my creative process. I have made a ‘Playlists for Writers’ page with songs that have been particularly helpful for me, and might be beneficial to you, whether it’s for writing or any other kind of creative work. Here is an example of a playlist that you can find on my page:

I’ve also added a page for anyone who would like to support me and my writing. There you can find a banner to sign up for Inboxdollars, an easy way to make some cash online. There is also a link to Thrive Market, an online store for those who want organic food at a price that falls within their budget. Signing up through either of these links will help to feed me, and to raise money for the illustrations that I need professionally done for my novel.

This might be the last post for a while, as I have a wedding and road trip planned for next week. I hope everyone has a lovely week and fulfilling weekend!

 

 

 

Who Are We?

   I cleaned out from under my bed today. Everything under there was from elementary school (somehow, at age 22). It seems as though I was quick to throw away middle school, but not so much my elementary years. I can recall having a fulfilling 5th grade. I had 3 best friends, one of which was in my class. Even though life got strange at times, I felt capable despite insecurities and obstacles. Right after that, all three friends moved, my muse died (I was a creative kid), and I distinctly remember going into every department store and finding nothing that would fit me, a metaphor for the times.

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I was a better artist at 10 than I am now apparently.

   Despite having a fond recollection, I look back and I feel detached from this person. I cannot connect to the photos or memories, although they are still strong and clear in my mind. I’ve never been one to dwell on the past, “It distracts from the now” as Edna from The Incredibles famously stated.

   Several weeks before this mass removal of childhood paraphernalia, I found myself dwelling on the little known fact that all the atoms in our body are recycled every 7 years or so. It was a topic I naturally gravitated towards given my recent checkpoint in life. We are not made up of the same composition we had when we were born. Everything was replaced, and deposited somewhere to maintain a general form. In this sense, we do not have the same exact makeup when we were seven either, or during our favorite adolescent memories compared to now. Even the expression of our DNA can alter slightly when environmental cues turn certain genes on and off  (This is called epigenetics in science. In a spiritual sense of ascension, it is called DNA activation).

   For me, there is this disconnect, and relation existing simultaneously. It’s as if it is already a past life, with a line of consciousness connecting all physical states of being, holding them together. Coincidentally, my Uncle sent me a quote from James Gleick he thought I’d like that pertains to all of this. It states “Mind must be a sort of dynamical pattern, not so much founded in a neurological substrate as floating above it, independent of it.”

Perhaps past lives are like that when we die and finally remember what we are. Although these past character states used to be our most recent self at one point, we moved on and no longer associate it with our compete identity. Perhaps our identity is more of what we are now and where we are going than what has happened to us and what we previously experienced.

Who are we, or perhaps, what are we? Just a thought…

Facing the Blind Deaf Stone Alone

“…the sea’s only gifts are harsh blows and, occasionally, the chance to feel strong. Now, I don’t know much about the sea, but I do know that that’s the way it is here. And I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong but to feel strong, to measure yourself at least once, to find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions, facing blind, deaf stone alone, with nothing to help you but your own hands and your own head…” – Primo Levi


Let me just say, I hate this sculpture.

I don’t know where it came from or why it’s there. All I know is that I’ve had to look at it almost every morning for three years. Three years and thankfully not four, as I spent one year in California, which only seems like a dream now.

It is displayed up on a hill that the express bus passes on its run from the South parking lot to campus. Every morning I saw this wretched thing and questioned what it’s supposed to mean. What’s the point of a concrete swing frozen in time? Why is it pale yellow? I don’t know what the actual intentions are for it, but to me it symbolized something very cynical, dark even. Like a warning sign to anyone entering campus, there’s a subliminal message of fruitless efforts, inhibition of joy, and an overall sense of hopelessness. Fruitless efforts for when you’re on a swing but the chains are fixed. Joy of a favorite pastime activity taken away. Knowing that even if the thing were to come to life, you’d only go back and forth indefinitely, until you got off. As of 5/20/16, I got off this swing and walked away.

It must be very hard for others to understand, with the great reputation for “higher education”. I understand this, and I also understand that this is my journey and you have your journey, and there aren’t going to be equivalencies at ever turn. But I mean every word when I say this was the hardest part of my life. To me, this was a time when I was thrown into a dark room with no light and no exit point. It was like being stuck on a road that never ends. I strapped myself into some sort of machine that looked like Kerry, but was not Kerry, and went about my life in the way that was asked of me. I didn’t feel like my life was my own. All efforts I put forth were washed down the drain so consistently that it brought me to the point where I even questioned if there was some divine intervention putting all it’s strength into sabotaging my plans and putting me on an entirely different route. It put a veil between me and the rest of world so that when I went to push, nothing moved. Every visualization of of trying to become something was squandered, and no one who knew me saw it. I don’t know how they could. When you’re moving through a similar medium, and people experience something entirely different from what you are, it is almost impossible for them to put themselves in your shoes, and so on top of everything also came isolation and loneliness.

Thankfully, when I turned away form the world and went inside, I found something. It was Metanoia, a light in the dark, something with potential disguised as something small and ambiguous. It was a seed, and it’s this seed that I’m going to water and nurture from now on.

The human race is dissonance, a cacophony of emptiness. People castrate their consciousness with alcohol, drugs, sex, money, and comfortable routine. Being even just a little disconnected from that in developing years allowed for an authentic emanation of self. This sets me apart more than anything else from my peers. It just may be the disruption in the pattern that made my efforts ineffective here. I found essence, and thats all I want to experience now, untainted by the vibrational garbage drowning it out and forcing it under. I look around to see that family and friends have not been as lucky to have a center. Or am I the unlucky one? Facing the blind deaf stone alone, it sometimes feels like I was placed in some sort of solitary confinement born out of the collective unconsciousness. When you enter, you begin to live another life entirely. Facing the blind deaf stone alone, I’m not accompanied with anyone who has the capacity to see me, or know what it is I’m trying to achieve here. I’m up against so much right now. I’m up against my unconscious peers when I seek enlightenment. I’m up against my genetics which was born out of generations of people who were afraid to take risks and lived comfortably numb, asleep at the wheel as my brother likes to put it. I have no role models, or examples to follow. I have no way of navigation. I have no finances. I only have a vague sense of the home that lies somewhere on the other side of this, far, far away. I desperately want to get there. I am uncertain, but determined, and maybe I needed Stony Brook University for this reason, to be plunged into darkness so that I would no longer tolerate anything but light, and everything that comes with it.

To all those listening, thank you, and I love you.

 

Artwork credited to Niken Anindita

“The Science Delusion”

 

   As I promised in my previous post The Hidden Dogma in Science, I am dedicating this post towards sharing The Science Delusion, by Rupert Sheldrake. This video is known as a “banned” TED Talk that identifies and addresses ten dogmas in science, with the intention of questioning their validity rather than blindly accepting them as fact like much of the science community currently does.

   Overall, it is apparent that Sheldrake is simply calling for an honest exploration of what we call life, the universe, and everything (a subtle science fiction reference there, if anyone catches it). Dogma doesn’t belong in science, as it is the very foundation, or “life blood” of science itself to be open and question what we automatically assume is the truth.

I hope you enjoy this witty exposition. The incongruity that he chooses to expose is surprisingly humorous.