The act of writing, itself, of course has tons of purpose and value; I’m not picking at that aspect. What I’d like to poke at here is the art of personal or creative writing.

The very nature of the “blog” as it first developed was one of casual writing, that usually centered around personal issues, right? It was kind of a virtual journal space – and with that came this anonymity; a sort of private yet exposed space where one could remain literally unseen and unknown yet be virtually recognized by ‘Other People’ in a facet that felt safe and protected. This is of course the convenience of the internet, and I think we’ve all learned, (or are now starting to) that this disconnected and detached type of sharing can actually become detrimental in many different ways.

However, is there still value to be found in the traditional blog style of writing? Yes, I think there is, because similar to free-writing or subconscious writing, We [the writers] sit down to get something off our chest, or out of our mind – we have this idea, concept or problem which needs sorting through and that truly has nothing to do with The Reader. No Offense.

The Blogger doesn’t actually think of The Reader – they write with hopes that others will read/hear their words and “get something” out of them – whether that is to personally relate to a struggle or desire, or help an other make it through some kind of obstacle, maybe it is to share a creative endeavor; a story, piece of artwork or music. Food blogs, sewing or merely trivial social events of the day – any topic can be dubbed worthy of the Blog because it is the Writer who chooses the focus and shares without knowing who may see/read their words.

This creates a bit of a paradox though, because at the end of the day, writing is supposed to be done as a means of recording down ones thoughts with intention. You cannot write (or type – though physical writing is SO important to kinetic, muscular and frenetic intelligence) without setting the intention first. This is simple alchemy ABC’s. To think is to pull down from higher density/dimension into this reality space. To attempt to recreate or rebuild the initial thought is to take that which resides inside your mind and bring it out into the world – it takes interpretation and organization – that’s planning, right?

Even without truly realizing, as we write, we plan. I like the word discern.

Writing causes discernment to kick into gear.

Sometimes we distort this term and see it merely as a function of intellectual judgement; more like a ‘filter’ we impose upon our thoughts, verses seeing it as a system of checkpoints which gauge thoughts against your own innate, inner logic and wisdom; aka Your Truth.

When we sit to write on a blank piece of paper, it can be difficult to hone in and pass information through those checkpoints with clarity because we immediately feel that 3rd person viewer-ship audience effect. We ask ourselves, ‘how will this be read/seen?’ Sometimes, we even get caught up in the audience’s opinion so much that we start asking the super entangled version of that, which is ‘how we They see Me, if I say that or that….? ‘

This reversal of power and confidence creates a negative, debt based energy for the writer, where they seek to gain worth or value points through writing what ‘others’ want to hear – or “need” to hear. This great inversion can morph in many directions, and depending on the nature of the writer, can even become harmful. Scammers, cons and the like prey on good-hearted people using this technique a lot – posing as a helpful hand, mentor or person of high status in some way who needs nothing, at first!

How do people fall for that? The same way people have fell in line with social influencers: the written word has an air of authority and permanence to it. If we see something written down, posted or published by someone else – for some reason people (myself included here) tend to give it an undo sense of validity, for no other reason than someone took the time to write it, print it, plaster it somewhere – to carve it into stone or paint it on a wall. No matter the medium for transfer, right? The general consensus seems to be, if it’s written down – it must be important, and true – this is the strangest implication, I think. Why do we assume a written account of thing is “True”?

We are starting to get away from this assumption collectively, I think – but there is a lingering, old world notion that presses its nose on the glass from outside – claiming that recounts of events by singular persons should be held as irrefutable evidence or viewed as a verifiable log of some given occurrence in history.

In the meantime, well the Present really – writing personal journey stories and accounts of daily life activities is still popular. Hence the reason I bother to even write this, obviously. But this type of blogging is a dying art, just as the academia world’s ways of recording events is passing on. Not a soul who ‘needs the message’ reads the article, and therefore we are helping no one by spending our precious time staring at white screens writing into echo chambers.

Many of us have been sucked into writing those ‘self help’ blogs, where we are not actually writing to help our Self – we are imposing this perspective on a group of unknown Others, conveniently using their blank faces like mirrors to bounce back the set up scenarios and scenes we want to examine further. This technique can be truly beneficial, if one does it from an honest, transparent and grounded place; however in the mess we’re in right now – there is not many out there sharing from that place with that type of sovereign intention. We’ll get there, eventually!

For now, the work at hand for all of us is to notice and recuperate; we aren’t meant to be perfect, shiny happy people 24/7. The fact that more and more people are spending more of their time focused on improving their self and life speaks for itself. We are tried of writing and reading about the changes, and ready to take the actions necessary to make the changes happen in the real world. And that doesn’t happen behind a computer screen or notepad – it happens face to face.

I truly think that through reacquainting ourselves with real life – away from print and screens – we could collectively discern the true value available in writing personal, creative type of content. But, with the overarching threat of ‘personable’ contact via AI, it’s as if a robot stands ready to pick up the long forgotten ball in the middle of the field, dropped by all the schoolyard children who sit off to the side, glued to their screens – scrolling for attention and love, for a friend to play with or take interest in them. Once the robot is programmed to initiate contact and play ball with the child… well, goodbye to the last thread of organic divine Truth the world of science still Rightly Acknowledges: humans need other humans, for fundamental developmental reasons. What a nightmare a world like that seems to me!

But seriously, it’s because I believe we are divinely created beings, bestowed with the gift of life – the breath of life given to us, sparking us all into action and aliveness by our Infinite Creator. Why would we settle or even desire to replace the ingenious co-creative opportunities offered when you work with others for a preprogrammed, man-made machine which can offer nothing New? Yes, it’s feedback may sound new to you, at the moment – but it is not a New Thought, it was an organic, new thought but has been copied & pasted by an AI, only because it fits some algorithmic parameter or is recognized as similar by an encoded programmed designed by organic intelligence. How is this replication better, more worthy or more interesting than that which a regular person has come up with? I guess it’s the novelty that Man has created a 3D version of the functions he already possess? To mirror and copy the Creation of God – Man has fooled Himself that He is as good an inventor as God, perhaps? Or seeks to “prove” that Man’s power of creation is on par with that of God the Creator’s own original intelligence? This is ultimate foolishness to me, but from an outsiders perspective of the mainstream, this is what I interpret it as, and I want no part of it. I do not agree and do not seek to meddle with God’s creations.

And now I’ve gotten a bit off topic, but who cares – as I’ve already noted, no one will probably read this in its entirety, but if by chance you are, then I’m sure you don’t mind my tangent because you’re actually interested the points I’ve been making, right? Right.

To bring it back to my original stream of thought before closing, I would like to simply say that the struggle between taking the time to write, choosing what to say and then typing it all down seems to me, as of late – a bit pointless. It’s not that what I have to say has no value or that even the act of writing is a waste of time – because both are untrue. It’s just that what I have to say and think and feel is changing so rapidly these days, I evolve so much from day to day that to etch the little epiphanies down continuously is tiresome. It actually feels like the opposite of enjoying the moment to me now, which is strange because writing used to be such a place of comfort for me. The scenarios are shifting and different kinds of potentials and projects seem to be aligning for me which do not involve specifically writing and yet I’m transferring information, knowledge and wisdom – just via speech and that feels so much more alive than words on paper. This, coming from someone who has been an introverted bookworm for basically 40 years … is a real metamorphosis and if it wasn’t for blogging, then I would have no record of this, no place to post, share and remember this marker of change I’m going through. So even if this is just for me, about me and by me – I’m grateful to have taken the time to sit down and write it out. And even though I had to get up, do things, and come back to it – I chose to return, to commit and to complete it. That in itself is the alchemy and transmutation.

Thank you for reading, as I thank myself for writing.