His name is George and he helps me to write. I don’t know much more than that except that I’m really lucky to have him helping me. He gives me words that fall effortlessly from my fingertips via my computer keyboard, and I trust him to help me with the blocks that come – rarely now, but still sometimes hover in the back of my mind.
I like to think of him as an angel who perhaps in a previous life was a good – or maybe even a great – literary person. Someone who still finds that he has a need to express thoughts, share knowledge, and explore through the written words and now gets to help people like me to do just exactly that.
Maybe that’s as simple as it needs to be. I mean, maybe those who have gone before us, get to spend their spiritual existence on the ‘other side’ still doing what they love to do but doing it through those of us still learning and exploring these talents.
I wonder who Da Vinci, and Michaelangelo are serving as Muses to right now.
Who might Einstien be able to quietly influence and mentor?
It makes you think though doesn’t it!
So – back to George. I know that my writing is good. Good enough to help me become a full time writer. And to help others with their writing and publishing work. But – sometimes what comes out of my fingertips is far more than what I might dream up by myself. Sometimes I get to the end of writing something and the editing and correcting has apparently already happened. I’m not ever going to think that I myself could write what I do and produce a flawless piece at first draft stage. But sometimes that’s how I know that George has definitely had a hand in my work. Because sometimes there’s surprise and excellence that has simply been gifted to me, through me.
I have another muse whose name I’m unsure of. He or she helps me to flow information from the spiritual realm to those seeking answers. I find that another entity is with me – almost forcing the corrections or the information to be typed when I’m working with a spiritual matter. He or she is far more intense than George is – he’s like a friendly old sailor, big and gruff, and easy to talk with. The other one is more forceful and specifically guides my hand and my mind.
Ah well – I just wanted to muse for a bit over the concept of muses. 🙂
The Blue Flames 