You can’t do two powerful things at once
You cannot create
And guard your creation
An artist cannot hold a paintbrush in the same hand in which he holds a gun?
Let’s move on
There are so many guises under which fear can show up in our lives
It creeps in through the self doubt door
That exit route you thought you might need
When your journey doesn’t take you quite as far
As you had hoped
And you don’t even see
That the roadblock right there
You set that up yourself
Or your fear did
So you retreat
When the mind is your tool it can turn back on itself
So be very careful
And don’t use the mind
Use your connection to source instead
It won’t mess with your head
The way that using the mind and ego will
My Dad used to say that you never carry a gun or weapon with which to defend yourself
Because it can be turned back on you instead
This is what the mind will do
If you believe it is your only form of defence and source to creativity
Yesterday I read a blog post about plagiarism
It scared the crap out of me
Mind full me
I’m really happy with the way my poetry is flowing lately
It is almost too good too easy too beautiful
Ahh Eros had arrived, so close to ego so close to tread
Around in the head
Saying look at me I’m brilliant
I’m just in the flow is all and it always goes like this
When I’m in the flow
Words through my fingertips
Channels fully open
It’s a wonderful state to be in
And so fear comes riding in on the back of that swaggering horse self doubt
And starts to mess about
In my head
Maybe somebody could steal these words
Copy and paste!!
That’s terrible and it is and it plays on every fear
In a writers heart
Somebody stealing our stuff
We don’t care about someone stealing the crap stuff though
The stuff that grinds out like mining worthless stones
And miners sift through tonnes of worthless rubble
Before they strike the rich vein
And it’s then they go for their guns
Scrambling to stake out a claim
This is mine
This is mine
I did the work
I removed all the rubble
This is mine
Listen to me because I have finally found the way
After sifting through all my rubble
And it humbles me
These words – this rich vein I’ve stumbled across
It’s not mine
It belongs to everyone
It’s coming out of me and is equally available – has always been available to everyone
The only way to turn it off is to allow fear through the door
And fear comes
In many disguises
Perhaps you are worried someone who knows you might read your work – laugh and scoff – who is this – she thinks she can write a blog?
And that happened to me last time – so I know that disguise – have shown that particular clown 🤡 mask the door
But there are so many more
(Sorry this isn’t supposed to be a poem – it’s just the way it’s falling)
So you see what I mean
You have the choice of two things
Or let fear in
What’s your particular fear?
What is your blocker?
Because in the end we block ourselves
Stand there with a big gun aiming at our own chest
Saying this is mine
Meanwhile all that rich vein
Because we’re too busy hanging around up there at the entrance to the mine
Don’t do it
Nobody can steal from you
And if they do
The energy won’t be the same
It will be a one dimensional flat boring page
Instead of engaging with this amazing matrix
That digs deeper and deeper into people’s minds
As they find
Their own handle of the situation
Laid before them in words flowing out of another person
I’ve found other writers who are mining their gold
So clearly mining pure soulful gold
It’s made me bold
Stuff the petty worries
Climb back down the ladder
What goes on out there doesn’t matter
Oh and the header photo is of the steps leading sown to an opal mine – I took it on a trip to Lightening Ridge a few years ago – the miners house is on top and there is this hole in the floor and down you go. The gem and opal fields of Australia are the most extraordinary places – full of amazing characters. Very appropriate photo – lucky I take loads of them when I travel and can always find just the perfect thing when I need it – out of my own source – and because of that – I can believe – I have everything I need – to keep writing and creating and sharing. Such a wonderful place to be – headspace wise and it’s taken a long time to get here.
13 thoughts on “The futility of guarding the Mine/d”
It sucks for sure, but I’ve come to the point that I deal with things as I find them and then I try to move on from it. Otherwise I’ll never get around to sharing again.
Yep that’s exactly what I did – my big hives me a lot of creative energy that I then funnel into the book I’m writing so – I really want that link to continue and I enjoy the brain branch to relax on that reading other blogs gives me throughout my day – it’s a creative loop that really works for me.
That loop is undoubtedly a little welcome reprieve from some of the strains of book drafting. I find it helps me refocus and reorient my emotions as needed for the story if I take little breaks.
Cups of tea and staring at the ceiling work well too 🙂
Haha substitute tea for coffee and that’s definitely a close second. 🤣
Oh I can only handle so much coffee – get so jittery I can’t sit beside myself 😂
🤣🤣 oh, I understand. Sometimes I’ll space out my doses.
Reading this has stirred up a lot of the feelings I’ve had since discovering what happened last night.
Thank you for sending me here to read it.
Oh I didn’t want to stir feelings up – just to express the anger that anyone would feel – I got over it when I made the connection that made me write the next blog post – we can’t really be stolen from – ever. Keep writing – you have a great authentic blog so keep it going 😊
Powerful and insightful! I do agree with with your perspective. I read an article a while ago about the inventor of the children trunky suitcase. His product was original, practical and very popular. The popularity of this new product led a bunch of people to copy his idea. He then started legal action against those people incurring a huge amount of legal fees in the legal process that lasted several years. Looking back he acknowledged that it was a mistake to spend all that money on legal battles, he should have instead spent his money, time and energy in R&D and making his original product even better. The few years of legal battles allowed his competitors to catch up with him and launch even better products! The moral of the story: “Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery”!
When I heard that someone had had their words stolen I was furious – hence I wrote the curse of the word thief post and scared myself a little 😂 but in the end – we control nothing and trying to as your comment (loved the story btw) illustrated is an exercise in wasted time and energy.
I’ve been thinking lately about how our behaviors seem to be limited to two-dimensions, like you said. But now I realize we are full of consciousnesses that we are barely aware of and they can do everything (not just the autonomous and sympathetic nervous system, actual consciousnessesessezzezz). What a thing to think about, plagiarism! They’ve been plagiarizing Buddha and Jesus and Mohammed for centuries.
Oh yeah, the opal mines. They have a TV show, where you get to see the god-awful state of the raped land, so full of holes, like a cancer, and these crude Aussie good-ol-boys, who only seem to talk about how much money. What must the Aboriginals think, and does anybody care?