Drawing Hands, 1948 by M. C. Escher
Sponsored by [Magpie Tales]
More Than a Helping Hand
I must admit that I do not consider myself to be a writer. For I am at most, just transcribing the words that I “hear” in my head.
No, I would not call it dictation. For taking dictation is something that a secretary would do, and preforming the work of a secretary is beneath my station as a manly man.
In all seriousness, I may be quite mad. For I can honestly attest to the fact of actually hearing a composition forming in my head, and there are times when I am in awe of the final draft.
Not always, which I attribute to being allowed to play editor at times. The entry for [last week] was certainly one of those occasions. For the original piece was going to be something with depth, but I just didn’t feel like dealing with it at the time—much to my chagrin. Nonetheless, I am thrilled with how well what was published was received.
One of the very encouraging comments that were left even contributed to this piece. For the lady talked about the little ditty coming with a voice that she could hear in her head.
Many writers have talked about having a muse. So, what I am trying to say (so to speak) should not be considered all that unusual.
Oh, but I expect that what I have been given to say next will be summarily dismissed by most. For I have become convinced that my muse is actually the Lord God Almighty—albeit in the form of His Holy Spirit, and that is more than what most can accept for a number of reasons.
Alas, have not far too many of those reasons come from those who have openly professed to have been given the authority to speak for Him? For it has been widely taught in His most holy and precious name that He stopped seeking to directly communicate with us when the last of His Holy Scriptures were given almost two thousand years ago.
Furthermore, it was been also widely taught that the Creator of all that exists (apart from Himself, of course) is not interested in the mundane things of this world—let alone being an active participant in our daily lives. So, there is no way when a little bird tells them something (or have a “feeling” deep down in their gut) that it could be coming from our Heavenly Father—right?
Okay, many, who cannot accept the absolute truth of the matter truly being that our Creator has been actually talking to each and every one of us since being in the womb, are more receptive to the possibility of insight coming from a source outside of ourselves. For they are awake enough to realize that they have experienced the like many times over the years, and if I was raised in a different culture, I can see where I could be much more willing to accept a different option.
The thing is, however, that I was raised to believe that God is there to help those who meet with His approval by first seeking to help themselves by following His written instructions, which has us being pretty much on our own for the most part in this world, and yet, here I am with a completely different point of view.
It was 20 years ago when I could no longer ignore the voices in my head. Oh, I suppose I should make some mention of the devil and his demons also being allowed to whisper sweet nothings in our ears from time to time. It happens to me a lot. Yeah, I may very well be quite mad.
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