“Be where you are otherwise you will miss your life.” – Buddha
I’ve known about
mindfulness and I thought I did okay at it. I live in the present moment and I
try to enjoy things with a child-like glee—or so I thought. Then I heard and
saw someone who excelled at it … and it blew my mind.
I’m emotional and sometimes feelings swamp
me – negative and positive emotions. When this happens, my mind goes at a crazy
rate of knots. Memories flood in taking me back to similar circumstances and
events. I might then get multiple scenarios of what
if as I play out a heap of options in my
head. I go beyond my reactions and circumstances to include those of
other people involved. I may project into the future and imagine what a changed
life might be like, what else may now happen, and how things might work out for
everyone involved. Amid the crazy, swirling emotions and rampaging thoughts, I
try to survive whatever event it may be with dignity. Ha! I always end up
overwhelmed and dignity flies out the window.
I thought this was normal, so imagine my
surprise when my favorite sportsperson (I’m a sports tragic) was going through massive
emotional circumstances—leaving the club he’d always played for, moving cities,
getting married, and preparing for a grand final—instead of being overwhelmed, he
focused his thoughts on the task at hand, whether that was packing a box,
answering a question, or training.
Mindfulness in practice.
His composure made me realize how much I
sucked at it. I had none of that mind control. I was struggling as I imagined
what he was going through. There was no way I could focus on one task and not
think about the future. Besides, as I did a task, I’d be wondering if it was
the last time that I would ever do that and how I felt about that, would I miss
it, would others miss me, etc.
I went out and bought Jon Kabat-Zinn’s Mindfulness
for Beginners: Reclaiming the present moment – and your life. I devoured
it, learning many tools and techniques I had missed. There has been a lot of
improvement but I’m nowhere near the skill level of my sporting hero. I can
attend events where I would have been overwhelmed in the past, such as at a
funeral. I now stop imagining everyone’s life changing, stop imagining their
sorrow, stop wondering how life will turn out, and stop pulling every memory of
previous funerals and grief. I simply allow myself to feel my emotion in that
This mindset makes a big difference to my
writing. I focus on writing my story and doing the best I can, today, for these
characters. I don’t compare them with previous characters. I don’t compare my
writing today with yesterday, last month, last year. There’s no projecting into
the future, wondering if my publisher or readers will like my story. I keep my
mind in the present moment, and the scene, or sentence, I’m writing.
Of course, I fail often. My mind wonders
and wanders constantly, and that’s okay because I notice it now and I know how
to breathe and call my attention back to this moment. I like to talk to myself,
mostly silently, so I might say, “Hey, don’t stress about what your
publisher’s going to think; you’ve got to get the damn thing written first so
let’s focus on that now.” And my mind laughs and focuses. If I’m
lucky, I get lost in the writing and I’m totally nailing mindfulness.
For complete transparency, yes, I’m embarrassed
that I’ve spent a chunk of my life not knowing how to control my own brain. I
support an Aussie program that’s trying to get mindfulness taught in all schools,
so kids can learn these simple techniques to help them in life. I believe it’s
Mindfulness is about much more than helping with creativity. It assists with everyday life and helps me to navigate the stresses of living without getting completely frazzled and lost in looping memories and projections. If you’re interested in the technique, there are heaps of apps that help by reminding you to be mindful.
Creative Writing Energy: Tools to Access Your Higher-Creative Mindwill give you a range of alternative methods and ideas that you can use to access your higher-creative mind. That part of yourself that remains hidden and unexplored, and brimming with story ideas and characters you have yet to meet. Muse or no muse.
My love affair with books began at a tender age. My brother and I were allocated a space along our parents’ bookshelf to stack our collection of books. I’d spend hours thumbing through them and dreaming myself into the pages before rearranging their order in a way I thought just. Come evening, I’d select one, climb onto my mother’s lap and listen to her read a story I’d heard a hundred times over.
Hansel and Gretel, Snow White, The Three Little Pigs,
Jack and the Beanstalk. These
were just some of the stories I had come to treasure. To the child in me, there
was something spellbinding about the notion of a child-eating witch concealed
behind an alluring house made from gingerbread and candy. It was frightening
yet exciting at the same time and I couldn’t get enough.
my cherished collection of fairytales helped to form some of the fondest of my
childhood memories with my mother. Those moments snuggling up with her on the
sofa and gazing at the pages as she turned them have become a part of me. And
the essence of those stories has become the foundation for my own journey as a
childhood obsession with fantasy tales didn’t stop at books. Long before
Netflix and other streaming options were available, free-to-air TV was
exciting. We had a choice of four channels and that was it. Sounds extremely
limited to the Netflix junkie, but at least we avoided choice paralysis, which
is a phenomenon I regularly face nowadays.
can’t tell you how many times I’ve scrolled through Netflix and clicked through
to read a few blurbs only to become overwhelmed by the decision. This might
sound strange, but I don’t like the idea of wasting “watch time” on a shitty
show. I might spend up to 20 minutes scrolling, clicking, reading and
procrastinating before finally giving up to move onto another activity – one that
doesn’t involve too many options on offer.
TV in Australia back in the ‘70s and come Sunday, I’d curl up on the lounge
with my mum and watch movies like Tarzan or an Elvis flick. My mother
loved Elvis. Who could blame her? The guy oozed charisma. The best part about
those years were the times my folks allowed me to stay up a little later to
watch reruns of movies like Hans Christian Andersen,Chitty Chitty
Bang Bang, or my favorites, the original Charlie and the Chocolate
Factory and The Wizard of Oz.
girls, flying cars, chocolate fountains and Oompa Loompas. Other worlds
brimming with good and bad witches, talking brainless scarecrows, cowardly
lions and a magic yellow brick road. Story heaven. That’s where I found myself
while sprawled across the floor tangled in blankets and pillows before the
telly way past my bedtime.
through the movie I battled the tendrils of sleep clawing at me from behind my
eyelids. I battled hard till the characters discovered their victorious
resolutions and the credits scrolled across the screen. Then, I’d drop into bed
feeling exhausted and satisfied, finally succumbing to sleep.
back, I can see clearly how stories and books have played such an important
role in my life. Stories have served as entertainment and inspiration. They
have opened magical portals to unearthly realms and strengthened my
imagination. They’ve taught me how to dream and about the beauty of love that
exists in our world. They’ve also shown me the twisted depths of evil,
vengeance and spite, as well as transporting me into the minds of characters
I’ve come to love.
Stories demonstrate parts of the human condition we might otherwise miss because they stretch our perspectives, broaden our senses and nurture qualities such empathy and compassion. Following the journey of even a fictional character can impact us in unexpected ways, particularly when the story theme resonates.
tween years saw me delving into the chirpy Sweet Valley High series. You
know, the accounts of those gorgeous adolescent American twins Liz and Jessica?
They had the most interesting life, what with their contrasting traits,
boyfriends and other serious teenage dilemmas. For example, what to wear to the
don’t do Prom night here in Australia. We do the Formal. It’s probably
something similar minus the corsage. My formal and I resembled an image not
unlike Morticia – long black hair, red talons and a black velvety skin-tight
mermaid style dress I bought in the city. Turned out, another girl wore the
same dress. Oh, the drama! Not me, her. I couldn’t have cared less. She, on the
other hand, took one look at me and ran into the bathroom crying. Lol!
dilemmas. Sweet Valley High eat your heart out.
was drawn to the dramatic, dark works of Virginia Andrews during my later
teenage years. I’d read each book in The Dollanganger series several
times over; the same holds true for The Casteel series. Ah, Heaven and
Dark Angels. If there be Thorns … Seeds of Yesterday.
These stories are not of the feel-good variety that I enjoyed as a child, or a
tween for that matter. They were satisfying nonetheless, even if they caused me
to weep uncontrollably and feel an overwhelming sense of injustice and sorrow
for the protagonists. How could Julian be such an ass?
enough that I named my first born after one of the characters – and my Julian
isn’t an ass. Well, most of the time. Nor is he a dancer as far as I know.
wasn’t long before the racy and perverted pages of a Jackie Collins novel found
itself in my hands. As in, all of them. I reread them a few times over too.
God, how I loved Chances and Lovers and Gamblers. Gino Santangelo
was like an Al Pacino in my mind … let’s not get into how much I love Pacino.
He’s der bomb. Enough said.
“To live in the hearts we leave behind is not to die.”
Robbins from A Stone for Danny Fisher.
A Stone for Danny Fisher is a story that looks at the effect of the Great
Depression on a lower-middle class Jewish family. It’s also a story that will
stay with you long after you finish the last page.
of my most comforting memories belong to bookstores. Real books with real
pages. I can think of nothing better than to step into a bookstore and blend
into the aisles for some serious book hunting. Rarely can I resist walking past
a bookstore. The low-key independent ones are particularly alluring. They seem
to emit a sense of warmth with their overstuffed shelves and nooks and crannies
existing among the smell of real books wafting through the air. Much like
hippie shops that are crammed to the brim with interesting and exotic items as
the scent of incense curls into your being while you’re browsing.
shops stock some great reads, too. Usually, it’s where I head first – to the
book section at the back of the shop to flick through the works written by some
of our most enlightened philosophers and spiritual teachers. The Tarot cards
and crystals are cool to look at too.
to the traditional books and I have many authors to thank along my reading
journey. Each book that has found me engrossed within its pages has laid the
groundwork to create the writer I’ve become and the writer I will become as I
continue to plow out my own writing career.
like Anne Rice, David Baldacci, Sally Beaman, Dan Brown and Bryce Courtenay
have made their mark, along with Thomas Harris, Jilliane Hoffman, John Grisham
and Patricia Cornwell. I’ve enjoyed works by Julie Ellis, George R.R. Martin,
Alice Sebold and Elie Wiesel. More recently, Elizabeth Hunter and Julie Kagawa.
There are many more, but I’m afraid I might be here all day if I were to list all
reading tastes vary. I’ve never been one to stick with any genre. The same is
true for my tastes in music and movies, although I am clear about my dislikes.
For instance, most American comedy flicks make me want to bang my head against a wall – it has to be pretty distinct and special from the standard to grab and keep me around. Which, let’s face it, rarely happens. I’m not into Bond movies and or anything that remotely resembles a Bond. And I don’t like Marvel movies much either (don’t hang me, Spiderman!).
I enjoy movies and stories that grip me, that make me feel something and that can keep my interest all the way to the end. I’m into stories that show me something different, entertain and teach me or stretch my perceptions in new ways. Mostly, I’m into stories that manage to etch a new memory I can’t forget.
Sometimes the memory is the story. Other times, it’s the moments in which the story is experienced. Either way, it becomes special.
books are like real people. You cannot replace the experience, the authenticity
or the memories they create upon your life and imprint upon your soul.
“The little things? The little moments?
They aren’t little.” – Jon Kabat-Zinn
Mostly, I have
always had a positive outlook toward life. I’ve always believed at my core that
everything would work out for me – like an inbuilt faith mechanism. Do you know
what I mean? I think we’re all born with this inner knowledge to some degree.
Think about it – it’s an innate survival instinct to believe that no matter
what happens, we’ll be okay. It’s as if we’re aware that something greater than
ourselves is watching over us, guiding us through our darkest moments.
Maybe it’s a kickback from the realm in
which we originate. Maybe the “Creative Source” or some angelic being working
for the Source sprinkled us with golden dust before sending us off to dwell in
human form. But not before serving us with a big dollop of amnesia.
Yeah, some hallowed being with crooked
fingers and a cheesy smile dusted us and said, “Go forth, greenhorn; descend
into the Earth and live your life with no recollection of your true self. That
to rediscover who you really are, you will know joy and love, but you must also
experience pain and suffering – but try not to worry too much because even
though you cannot see or remember us, we’ve got your back. You’ll be okay.”
Sound like a viable scenario? That we were
sent off from our divine origins dusted with amnesia and a side of faith?
Go on – roll your eyes and label me crazy,
but it won’t take away the pain and suffering that we all experience throughout
our lifetime. Years ago, I fell into a deep depression that I struggled to escape.
I had experienced bouts of the blues before when life seemed to get the better
of me, but I was usually able to turn those burdensome feelings around and
fight my way back to a better-feeling place. This time was different though.
The black dog gripped me during a time when I was
raising my three children on my own. Something had happened that triggered me
to spiral into a dark abyss. Every morning I’d awake, force myself out of bed
and get the kids off to school, feeling utterly exhausted and devoid of energy
by the time I arrived back home. Then, I’d curl up on the lounge and stay there
for most of the day. I remember thinking that I’d never cried as much as during
that time, and when I wasn’t crying, I was numb.
This went on for a few weeks before I was
able to step away from myself long enough to have a good look at what was
happening. I was self-aware enough to know the power of thought, and that the
process to feeling better meant I had to adjust my thoughts accordingly. One
better thought at a time would supply the ladder I needed to climb from the
depths of depression encapsulating me. Yet, I was so far down that it was nearly
impossible to create and hold onto positive thoughts and feelings for any length
of time. I knew then that I needed help.
I arranged to see a psychologist. I dropped
my children off at a friend’s place before attending these sessions once a week
during the evening. I can’t recall her name or how she looked but I’ll never
forget how she was able to help me see my situation in a different light. I’ll
always remember how she reminded me of the importance of mindfulness.
“Wherever you go, there you are.” – Jon Kabat-Zinn
She taught me how to train my mind on the
present – that in any given moment to shift my attention to whatever I was
doing and focus on that task and notice the simplicity of my actions. For
example, if I was washing the dishes, I was to focus on the dishes and nothing
else. She asked me to only think about washing the dishes – the warmth of the
water; the way the glassware squeaked beneath the suds; the cleaning process.
Those six sessions with the psychologist
were enough to pull me from the depression shrouding my life. I learned that it
was fruitless to fret about things beyond my control. I couldn’t change the way
others behaved, but I had the power to alter my own perceptions and reactions.
She gave me the tools to curb my own thoughts from dwelling over a past that
was haunting me, by bringing my attention to the present and focusing on now.
Even through washing the dishes. Most of all, I learned how to appreciate the
moments as they arrived – moments that I will never have again.
That is the point of being mindful. When we
train our mind to be in the present moment, we free ourselves to make better
choices. We can focus. We can dream. We can reach further into our
higher-creative minds because we’ve allowed that space to breathe through the
simple act of being present in the moment.
“The only way
to live is by accepting each minute as an unrepeatable miracle.” – Tara Brach
I have encountered rough times since. I’ve
struggled with personal matters through writing projects. It is when I can
recall those simple instructions given to me long ago that I tame any urges to
mull over and mourn past events or worry about a future that I’ve yet to
experience. If every minute is unrepeatable, then every minute must be a
miracle. By anchoring yourself in the present, you give yourself permission
to fully experience your life as it unfolds. The more you practice this, the
more you are filled with gratitude and appreciation. In turn, it is those
unbridled feelings of gratitude that pave the way into dissolving the invisible
barriers to your higher-creative mind. I love the way Wayne Dyer explained this
concept when he stated, “Change the way you look at things, and the things
you look at change.”
It’s so very true.
A Moment to Ponder Mindfulness:
Idowu Koyenikan said, “The mind is just
like a muscle – the more you exercise it, the stronger it gets and the more it
Considering your daily “thinking” habits, consider the above quote and techniques that you can use to strengthen your mind for expansion. Are there current situations in your life that could use a little mental tweaking?
Can you think of a circumstance that may require a change of thinking on your part?
Creative Writing Energy: Tools to Access Your Higher-Creative Mindwill give you a range of alternative methods and ideas that you can use to access your higher-creative mind. That part of yourself that remains hidden and unexplored, and brimming with story ideas and characters you have yet to meet. Muse or no muse.
“There are no accidental meetings
between souls.” – Sheila Burke
At some point we’ve
probably all contemplated our purpose during this lifetime. It is not unusual
to find ourselves pondering the big stuff:
What is my purpose?
What can I share and contribute to the world?
What is my legacy?
How can I make authentic connections?
What is my life’s meaning?
Sound familiar? It is logical that we reach
a stage in our lives when we yearn for something more and meaningful—a time
when we set out to seek answers about our world, our existence and soul
purpose. In Maslow’s five-stage hierarchy of needs, this self-discovery phrase
of life rests at the top of his five-tier pyramid model in motivational
psychology. Self-actualization is the process of realizing personal potential
and self-fulfillment, as well as seeking personal growth and peak experiences.
It is the desire to become everything we can become.
Creative writing is a soul-calling or
soul-urge. I have yet to meet a writer to have stated otherwise. I mean, just look
at what we put ourselves through – We choose to sit for prolonged periods at a
time to slave (and sometimes procrastinate) over words. It is like homework. To
most people it sounds like tedious homework, and let’s face it, sometimes it
can feel that way. It is during those doubtful moments that remembering why you
began writing that will help to bring you back to your truth. Your why. For
what reasons did you begin writing?
I’m going to assume that you write books
because your soul urges you to create stories to share with the world. Writing
is a soul-driven occupation navigated by the wings of passion. Each writer is
driven by an unknown force to create and release their messages to the world. It
is through creating literature that we find meaning and purpose to our lives. It
is through the creative soul connections we encounter along the way that we
find ease and divine symphony as we fuse together to create for a higher
I have discovered so much about myself
since I began writing. I can vividly recall the feeling that encapsulated me
when I sat before a blank screen to begin writing my first book. It was like
nothing I’d ever felt before – an acute rush of tingles and exquisite surges
filled my being. It was as if my soul rejoiced in the moment. It was a
confirmation that I’d finally discovered my soul purpose; my life purpose.
My writing journey has been a wonderfully
fulfilling experience that continues to nourish and feed my soul. I still
haven’t stopped learning about myself, others and the world. Since I began
writing, I have almost become a different person. What I mean is that while I
had been living an authentic life prior to writing, the act of producing words
has somehow reinforced and cultivated my self-perception, driving home my
beliefs and values. Below I have listed some of the points that have come to
light and/or strengthened within me since I have been writing:
I am worthy of having a voice and expressing myself.
What I have to say counts.
To value myself as a writer, a woman and a human being.
Not everyone will like what I create and that is perfectly fine.
Not everything I create will work and that’s okay too.
To own my truth and be proud of those truths even when others judge.
Living in fear is a life half lived.
It is okay to give the kids a frozen pizza every now then. This will
not harm them, and it doesn’t make me a bad mother.
Sometimes the tooth fairy is forgetful, but she always makes up for
it the following evening.
The words I create have power to uplift spirits an inch at a time.
I can make a difference and I am strong and tenacious enough to keep
trying, no matter what.
Regardless of what I am working on, I have an unlimited resource of
creativity available to me that I can access any time.
Connections are important to soul growth and creating. I have
learned to cherish, honor and appreciate those connections.
I am not perfect and that’s okay.
People will appreciate and respect my imperfections as well as the
honesty I bring to my work.
Writing from the heart will attract the right audience for me.
Believe and trust in myself and the universe.
you relate to any of the above? Do any of these points resonate with you?
Words are power
Everything begins with words – our stories,
thoughts, messages. Each word has its own vibration too. It is these vibrations
that create the reality that surrounds us. Words create more than just stories;
they inform our universe, our lives and our reality – and they teach us. Through
creating words, I have managed to reacquaint myself more fully with my soul and
to live a more authentic, love-driven and passionate life. In turn, embracing
these rich inner layers will produce an unbridled fever that shines through my fictional
and non-fictional writing.
Aside from the inner-growth, self-discovery and enrichment that your writing can bring to your life, we must acknowledge that our words can be extremely healing and enlightening to others. Too often we underestimate the power and importance of creativity. Therefore, there is a certain amount of responsibility that accompanies our work as writers. A certain amount of faith the universe has entrusted to us. This faith is also apparent within the connections that cross our paths throughout our writing journey.
We meet many people in our lifetime. Some are good and others are not. People cross our paths all the time, whether it be through social meetings and mutual acquaintances, work opportunities, meeting someone by chance at an event or some other scenario. They come and go, and mostly they may drift into the background of your past, barely summoning enough effort to be thought of again.
Then sometimes our paths collide with
someone special – a kindred spirit that seems to stir something deep within us
as if our souls have known that person long before we encounter them. Perhaps
long before this lifetime. Often, people will come together to create something
profound and important. It is through these crucial soul connections that our
own creativity is renewed and energized, which can bring positive change to the
How do we know when we’ve encountered a
profound creative soul connection?
Have you ever met someone with whom you
feel an inexplicable connection? Upon meeting them you may have felt an instant
pull that defies logic or reason. Even before getting to know them, you sensed
a special dynamic that you felt compelled to explore. I have been fortunate
enough to have encountered a kindred spirit or two during my writing journey.
These special people have come into my life for the purpose of collaborative
creation and to produce change at a deeper level within myself. Personally, I
think that is how you know when you’ve met someone crucial – you unite for the
sake of creation and their presence in your life somehow evokes a personal
Meeting Catherine was like that. We met
when I attended one of her workshops during the Wollongong Writers Festival. I
remember looking over all the workshops on offer prior to booking. I was
immediately drawn to Catherine’s. I took notice of the underlying feelings that
accompanied me when deciding whether to attend the event, and honestly, cannot
fully articulate why, but I knew that something profound and important would
result from attending. Specifically, there was a deep sensation surrounding
Catherine, and that was before we had met.
Catherine is unlike anyone I have ever known. What I mean is that from the start it felt as if Catherine was someone I already knew before we even met. She was familiar to me. There exists a unique and special bond between us that we are both aware enough to recognize and appreciate. Our union has brought change to both our lives in positive and meaningful ways. The combination of us may appear highly contrasting on the surface – we often find a sense of amusement in contemplating our union. We think in different ways and our work is distinct from each other. Yet, it is those offbeat divergences that complement one another, and it seems to work. It has resulted in writing Creative Writing Energy together; a title we are excited about because the topics are a shared passion. Moreover, we are honored to share the culmination of our connection to bring that positivity direct to you in the form of these words.
Keeping that in mind, let’s look at some of
the signs to be aware of that may signify a profound connection has entered your
They change you on a profound level. You will gradually sense that there
is something about you that will never be the same. You may begin to feel a
significant shift in your inner landscape that often reflects in your outer life.
The energy exchange that you have with a soul connection on a
professional level will ignite your creative flow and bring a sense of “inner-knowing”.
In short, these connections will make you want to be a better writer and
They bring contemplation to your life and make you aware of the things
you love and hate about yourself. These individuals will always mirror your own
qualities. In the creative realm, embracing these qualities will bring more
passion and integrity to your words.
You know that you won’t forget them. We meet so many people over the
course of our life. Our memories fade over time but soul connections cannot be
easily forgotten. The imprint they leave on your soul, your work and life
cannot be erased.
It is delicious, is it not? Soul work and
life’s mysteries. The most important thing to remember when it comes to our
creative soul connections is that when it happens, you will know. Writing
doesn’t always have to be a solitary process. There is no mistaking the divine
phenomena that exist when two souls come together to create for a higher
purpose – you feel it all the way from your crown to the tips of your toes and
it feels wonderful.
Therefore, the next time you sense something different or profound about someone you encounter along your writing journey, don’t be too hasty to push it aside. Allow yourself to submerge in the feelings and sit with the current of energies and acknowledge your intuitive powers. It is often these special connections that reveal to us more about ourselves and begin to shine a light on the path leading toward our higher-creative minds. It’s amazing what soul connections can help us to achieve as artists and as human beings.
Excerpt from Creative Writing Energy: Tools to Access your Higher-Creative Mind.
Since the beginning of time storytelling has played a vital role in the evolution of humanity. It is no secret that storytelling originated through visual drawings, such as cave depictions and paintings, before shifting into oral traditions that passed down through the generations. It is through stories that we seek to learn about the world and the universe, and it also helps us understand relationships.
The Australian Aboriginal culture is one of the world’s oldest cultures. Throughout the ages, this magnificent race of indigenous people has used Dreamtime to help them better understand the natural and mystical elements of our world, their people and their culture, as well as their history. Aboriginal children are told early in life about the structured and detailed stories embellished with valuable lessons about their elders’ journeys and accomplishments. In turn, as their children grow into adults, passing the Dreamtime stories to the younger generations becomes their responsibility.
The Aborigines believed that Dreamtime was the very beginning, and that the land and the people were created by the spirits. They believe the spirits were responsible for creating all that exists, including their totems and their Dreaming.
Dreamtime stories are more than myths, legends or fables. These fascinating spiels are far from fairytales. They are the Aborigines’ accumulated knowledge, spirituality and wisdom. The storyteller’s role is really that of cultural educator, channeling their spiritual Dreaming, which is demonstrated through visual art, oral storytelling, dance and music, as well as totems and lore. Together they form an all-encompassing mystical whole – The Dreaming.
Spirituality and Story
Aboriginal spirituality is deeply linked to the land. This ancient race of earthly worshippers believe that all objects are living and share the same soul or spirit as the people. A feeling of oneness, interconnectedness and belonging rests at the core of their beliefs. They learn to see with their “inner-eye” and view the world through the lens of their souls – which means there is no sense of separateness between the material world and the sacred world of creative energy. These relationships and the knowledge of how they are interconnected are expressed through their sacred stories.
While stories have been used to articulate the experiences and tribulations of our earliest ancestors to guide, teach and inform, and have existed to provide cautionary warnings to their predecessors, it also through storytelling that we have searched for the sacred dimension of life. We need to be ceaselessly reminded of the authentic nature of our lives, and we need our artistic inspiration to propel and transform those energies within and between us into messages that will continue to uplift and influence the generations.
It is well-established that when we raise our level of vibration, we attract influences from higher realms. While we don’t know for certain where artistic inspiration originates, this wonderous resource is available to us all and is the cornerstone of all creation. This is not a vague, mystical conundrum as many might think. In fact, just as the ancient race of Aborigines have practiced seeing with their “inner-eye”, thus, connecting with the source of all creative energy to produce their sacred Dreamtime stories, similarly the higher realms are available to every human being.
It is at this higher level of the creative process that we become a transparent agent for another intelligence to pass through us. From this perspective, we receive fragments of intuitive revelations and become hosts to energies much larger than we are, originating from mysterious and spiritual realms. Simply put, God speaks to us through art; and I’m not necessarily talking about God in the sense of any identity espoused by religion, but that deepest sense of God in the formless existence of the eternal perfect.
All people of the world are offered this unique gift to increase our perspective of the human condition, and these insightful nuggets are often left behind in the form of works of art, including stories. The connotations of this phenomenon are significant. It is when artists reach into those higher realms to express deeper levels of the human experience that art transcends art and has the potential to help awaken something within us.
So, how as modern-day storytellers can we raise our vibrations and establish a connection to the higher realms and use those mystical currents to inform our own version of Dreamtime stories?
The answer lies in a time before our lives became a fast-track series of fleeting experiences and modern innovations – the past.
Dreamtime Story Tools
Ground yourself and connect with the earth
The Australian Aborigines believe in their connection to the land. Humans have always been in close contact with the earth, but our contemporary lifestyles have served to disconnect us from the earth’s energy, making us more vulnerable to stress and illness. The Aborigines use the earth to recover wellbeing. By doing so, they pay attention to all four dimensions of our being – mind, body, spirit and land.
Aboriginal beliefs tied to the earth have been reinforced through modern research. Dr. James Oschman, biophysicist and pioneer Earthing researcher, states: “The moment your foot touches the earth, your physiology changes. An immediate normalization begins, and an anti-inflammatory switch is turned on.”
Aside from the physiological benefits to get barefoot and dig your feet into the earth, connecting with earth’s energy reminds us of our connection to the creative source energy. When we can quieten our thoughts, feel and connect with the earth, we can harness that energy to propel us through the invisible doors to higher realms.
Live from the Heart
Aboriginal spirituality is so incredibly diverse, but at the heart of their spirituality is an emphasis on caring and sharing. Being kind to others significantly improves our lives. I am not just talking about a polite exchange of courteous behaviour here; I am talking about the real stuff. Being authentic in every facet of your life, to yourself and those lives you touch along the way, creates a ripple effect from the inside out.
When we express love for ourselves and others, we are demonstrating love for all of creation. Practicing kindness and appreciation raises our vibration to a higher level, allowing the divine, eternal currents to flow through to us.
Release Your Dream to the World
The world needs its artists. Your Dreaming through story is a gift to the world that has the potential to change and uplift lives. By raising your own vibration and embracing the mystical currents and allowing them to flow through you and into your stories, you are helping to transcend the human condition into magical realms.
Like electricity flowing through wire. Only the zap is a remedy.
It’s time for You to your raise your vibration!
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I was a child of the ’80s and grew up with a firm understanding of rules and boundaries and what those restrictions meant to my life. Breaking the rules had consequences I’d rather avoid. I didn’t want my mouth rinsed out with soap, so I didn’t use curse words. I didn’t want to see the hard end of a wooden spoon, so I didn’t chat back to my mother. And I definitely didn’t want to miss out on dessert, so I ate what was put in front of me at dinner time … most of the time. Swallowing and choking on brussels sprouts just wasn’t worth the sweet stuff. Sorry, ma.
Adolescence hit with a hefty side of rebellion. I was that girl – you know, the one that seemed to have all the bright ideas about pushing the boundaries. My geography teacher disliked me so much, she spent parent-teacher night bitching about me to my aunt who had turned up to discuss my cousins academic progress. That went down well. The phone line was red-hot that evening. Maybe I should have thought twice before slicking the teacher’s chair with superglue and darting wet paper bullets through straws all over her classroom.
Hmm. No comment.
Once I passed those rebellious teenage years and emerged into adulthood, I realized the rules for adults were slightly less forgiving and accompanied with much higher stakes. The government want to meet their revenue quota. I don’t want to help them achieve that. I don’t want to go to prison either.
I’m still a rebel at heart. I’m a risk taker, a visionary; a dreamer. I’ll take that leap and bound full-force into unknown territory – even when it terrifies me. For me, life isn’t about conforming or pleasing other people. I’m considerate, compassionate and sympathetic, but being subservient to those traits won’t allow me to shine. Loving and honoring the people in my life doesn’t mean that I have to deny that which lights me up on the inside.
This is how I’m wired. This is why I’m finding that I’m meeting new people that feel and share similar qualities as me – likeminded souls that run full pelt into love and care less about the opinions of others; deep thinkers unashamed of who they are or what they want out of life.
Those rules – the ones that are written, the ones that are not – still exist. We know them and live by them even when we question them. Without them, havoc would reign supreme. Or would it?
Catherine Evans has a vision to change the world.
It should because you’re here too and so is your legacy. Changing the world sounds like a momentous task, but I’m going to tell you that it’s not. It begins with the small stuff. It begins with you and me, and the choices we make daily. If every one of us can deliberately compel ourselves to accept all love, kindness, faith and hope, and reject all suffering, sorrow and depression, then perhaps that is how we begin to change the world – from the inside out.
Catherine Evans wants to become whole. She wants to do what lights her up inside and make a difference in the world. I am proud to call her my friend as much as I am proud to introduce her to you.
I write under two pen names, which in some ways is good because it allows readers to find the books they want to read (or more correctly, avoid the books they hate). But there’s a part of me that’s saddened by this.
Let me give you a brief summary of me. I’m the eldest child, born into a conservative Catholic family. I am an introvert who avoids conflict, a rebel who doesn’t understand societal rules and strictures. There are two sayings that resonate with me. One is – “Learn the rules properly so you know how to break them.” It hung on my office door for years. It’s one of my beliefs.
For me, the introvert avoiding conflict doesn’t go well with a rebel. My rebellions have been rather small and personal. For example, I rarely wear dresses or make-up, and have no clue about fashion. I have long hair that’s not dyed and going gray. I worked in science where most of my colleagues were men. I had sex before marriage. I have no kids. I gave up religion. I kept my surname after marriage – and if it wasn’t for my husband’s strongly held belief in marriage, I would not be married.
I hate labels, categories, boxes, systems, rote, generalizations, and rules. I hate mindless following.
I love deep thinking and deep discussions, especially where you disagree but keep talking to find out why. I love challenging myself and my thinking.
When I started to write for publication, I didn’t realize that books had genres and subgenres and that these had rules. How I didn’t know this is quite amazing because I had read books all my life. In my defense, I submit that I read widely without caring about the genre. The only option is that the book is interesting. Libraries are set up so the non-fiction is categorized by topic, but fiction is just alphabetical order. To me, that means story books are story books.
Not so. I had to learn what box I wanted to write in when I didn’t believe in boxes. I went with romance because I found Romance Writers of Australia who offered help and feedback online. When I narrowed it down to romance, I thought I was right, but no. I learned that I wrote cross-subgenres, which made it hard to market your book.
By this stage, it was doing my head in. My stories didn’t fit into niches. I hated niches.
While I was writing rural romance incorrectly, I realized I could write erotica and there were far fewer rules with that. When I wrote about sex, and included swearing [cursing], and was thinking about publishing this, my family were appalled. They asked me not to use my name; not to tell anyone; to hide this side of me.
I became two writing personalities.
Over the past eight years I have realized that all the little rebellious parts of me have become Cate Ellink. The parts of me that conformed to my family/society wishes have remained with Catherine Evans.
I bloody love Cate Ellink. She’s written smoking hot sex. She lusts after footy players and dreams happy stories. She unashamedly explores fetishes, taboos, spirituality. She questions her thinking about society norms. She wants to change the world. Keeping quiet and fitting in is not really doing it for me anymore. I’m getting to the point where I need to become whole. I’m of the age where I really don’t give a damn about others’ opinions, and we need change in the world before it’s a catastrophe for humankind.
It’s difficult to buck the system. It’s even harder to stand strong when people belittle and ridicule you. I’ve been incredibly lucky to have readers and writers who don’t care what I write, they just accept me. That’s been such a strength to me, allowing me to think I need to be whole outside of this reading/writing world.
Now Kim is tempting me into the paranormal. It’s not somewhere Catherine or Cate has gone before, and yet I love reading paranormal and my belief is in the paranormal. When I write in that subgenre, I won’t be able to manage three distinct personalities. I’m going to have to join all my parts together, allowing the different names to distinguish which part of my mind you’re comfortable reading! But I’ll be me, Catherine, Cate and whoever else I write as. It’s as exciting as it is daunting.