Bridging the Gap to Fiction

There is a difference between fiction and nonfiction. You have heard me say before there is no distinction between the two and they are both the truth. Even the most otherworldly of fantasies are created from the heart and mind and carry worldly, human ideals and a human soul. If both fiction and nonfiction are created in you, does that not mean they are both the truth?

Deep sighs? Don’t worry, because despite what I have said above, there is a stark difference between the two. Let us dig deeper and find some qualities that distinguish fiction from nonfiction.

I will not limit our deep dive to obvious differences like setting, world, dialogue, climax, tone and style. Mind you, these qualities are crucially different between fiction and nonfiction. So too is the fact that one category is based on objective physical events, while the other is based on creations from a subjective mind.

There are many fine lines to consider in discussing the difference between fiction and nonfiction. There is the threshold we all cross as we are pulled into a powerful story. There is that illusory quality making a nonfiction book seem to read at times like fiction. There is an inner voice that compels us to tell our mom, best friend, or grocery clerk about a tale that has just gripped us to our core. There are special moments when authors recreate fantasy experiences we lived through as children, just when we thought those adventures were nothing but memories to us.

I’m talking of a bridge separating fiction from nonfiction, placing stories atop islands of our own creation. There is a magic pulling us in in those moments, removing our physical lenses and leaving us with only truths of the spirit. The truths of human existence, experience, and relationships too.

The magic of fiction is this bridge it creates, a bridge spanning the gap between teaching and knowing, and a bridge which has been created countless times before us. 

The magic of nonfiction resides in its ability to ground us; to remind us we are physical beings in the here and now. However, I submit to you that the magic of fiction is supreme. It reminds us we are essentially spiritual beings and as such our existence spans all of time, not just the here and now.

Fiction authors and storytellers across time have created and recreated their magic for us, removing our physical lenses and introducing us to spiritual truths. Such authors include greats like Dostoevsky, Homer, Shakespeare, Twain, Hemingway, and contemporary greats like Doige and Hildebrand.

These authors have mastered their craft to such a degree they can literally whisk us up and set us upon journeys that take us from the physical into the spiritual realm. The brilliance of each journey depends on the reader’s willingness to open themselves to it, so they might travel with this same author again and again.

As writers and creatives, we receive unexpected and divine callings. These callings are telling us we must share with others our knowledge of the universal truths binding the physical and spiritual worlds together.

This is a crucial undertaking, a divine obligation, a gift given to the artist. Being called to share the universe’s wisdom with those in need of receiving it is a blessing. We must not selfishly withhold the ideas and messages given to us by the Muse, but rather share these insights with the world.

Is not the Muse a provider of spiritual gifts? Ideas, fleeting thoughts, and inspirations are granted to us, by it, from the spirit world, not from our conscious reality. The Muse lies at the heart of the fictional aspect of ourselves, an aspect that is as real as the nonfictional aspect.

We have abundant ideas, insights and notions available to share, as I expressed in my latest article on The Muse. Our challenge is finding the courage to capture the inspirations and clues, then invest the time and love to cultivate them. That is something we do not do enough of today.

Have the courage to harness your inspirations and step out into your greatness, regardless of whether you are ridiculed or scorned. For it is this quality which sets the great messages and messengers apart.

Have the courage to trust your gifts, both physical and spiritual. They are worth sharing with the world. Let the naysayers point and scorn if they want to. Share your beautiful message with the world regardless of them, and allow your creations to become your legacy.

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The Physical and Spiritual Realms of Humanness

We neglect to remember we are both physical and spiritual beings.

When an idea is beginning to form, and the muse is leaving subtle thoughts planted as seeds along the roadway of life, life does sometimes get in the way. The events of our physical worlds take precedence in those situations like weeds strangling our tiny buds of inspiration. This happens because we creatives are too used to being schooled by our physical worlds alone.

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Your wisdom. My wisdom. The intelligence of the universe is always readily available to all. Always. The collective consciousness I write of is not born from my personal knowledge. I did not invent infinite wisdom. It is readily available to all.

The awakening into the all-knowing wisdom of the universe is an awakening of the dormant consciousness within.

Awakening of consciousness is just one of the steps upon the pathway of human evolution. All people, from every continent and since the dawn of history, have been raised and trained on physical reality alone. When will we realize that we are beings of two bodies? A physical and a spiritual.

In fact, our existence across the past two thousand years has been grossly skewed towards the physical, not the spiritual, realm of our being.

From early childhood, we receive instruction, both at school and at home, in how to live, function and participate in the physical world.

We neglect to remember we are both physical and spiritual beings.

Besides what we receive from the odd sampling of spiritual guidance at home, many of us have attained only a limited spiritual understanding of ourselves to date. The spiritual guidance we receive across our lifetimes is measured by our experiences and knowledge of the physical world. It is so because the physical world is all that seems available to us. We are relying on the physical world to rationalize and understand our spiritual experiences!

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Of course, some among us are more predisposed than others to push beyond human physical understanding and probe the reaches of enlightened spiritual wisdom. It is still, though, something we can all work on no matter who we are.

Special people throughout history, up to and including today, bring awareness of the spiritual world to light so the rest of us can better understand it. We can think of these special individuals as “messengers”. This group includes people such as Martin Luther, Jesus, Gandhi, Mother Teresa, Buddha, and countless others.

Such messengers teach us that peace, abundance, truth, prosperity, joy, passion, freedom, acceptance, and enlightenment all originate from within us. Not from the physical world outside us, as we have so often been misled into believing since the very dawn of civilization.

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The evolution of our existence is at an ideal stage to usher in a time of creative expression. We no longer rely on hunting and gathering for our survival as a species. In almost every first-world country today, we can meet all our needs and desires with the click of a button or the delivery of a package on our doorstep.

At no other point in history have we had such an opportunity to explore the spiritual facets of our being, from the comfort of our own homes no less. We have the chance, for the first time in history, to devote time and energy to creative inspirations and to Maslow’s fifth human need of self-actualization.

That is, of course, unless we allow ourselves to be overcome and consumed by the happenings of the physical world and all its concomitant strifes.

Books and Literature-The Tapestry of Our Society

Where do books and literature play a part in creating the tapestries of society?

And how can we as authors and content creators use this to our advantage?

There is a power that books possess in the teaching, and in the learning across cultures and this same power carries on our wisdom and insights for future generations. 

We learn from, not only, the celebrations and comedy of the past, we also learn an abundance from the brutality showcased across literature. We garner this history and information that continues to shape societies today. 

It is fun to recognize through literature how far society has come and yet how little we have truly changed. 

The intention of this post is to ask how this applies to your writing? Whether you are working on an epic novel or a nonfiction manuscript to debut your products or services, you are creating a time capsule. 

The assets that contribute to the tapestries of society across books and novels alike include aspects of our cultures. Assets like food, wine, clothing yes. The two primary contributors that I encourage you to explore and study for your own narrative are:

  1. The dialogue and language that you include
  2. The beliefs and conflicts that are exemplified

How is your narrative maintaining these assets of your culture or the culture that you are writing of?

Remember that you are writing a time capsule!  Are you crafting this as a Legacy for your future generations? 

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Mariah’s Dance

Mariah danced and twirled through the falling flakes. Her extra-large snow boots, handed down from her big brother, collected the moist powder pilling upon the street. Just as the snowflakes, she shone in her unique youthful beauty.

Her auburn locks bounced against her shoulders and ebony skin shone like frozen dew. The reflection in her eyes was as unique as each intricate laced crystal descending.

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On Mariah danced while holding hands with school friends: close friends and one or two beaux through college and then finally her soul mate once the winds had gentled and the heavy white flakes swept down. They all had accompanied her in this snowflake crescendo.

The abrupt winds of life tasseled her hair and tore her skirts. The snowflakes continued to steadily fall, occasionally entangled in the treetops, to inevitable continue their descent as the sunshine kissed her once rosy cheeks leaving lines of laughter beside her almond eyes and smile as she twirled.

Pigtails and ponytails once peeked from beneath her woolen hats. Long flowing locks, the envy of the times, relented to shorter curls where snowflakes now could not be noticed amid the white in her hair as they rested along their descent.

And like the snowflake’s inevitable tumble, Mariah watched her babies and then her grandbabies grow and dance amid the falling snow.

Mariah’s Dance

A little story about the beautifully inevitable passage of time.

 

Mariah danced and twirled through the falling flakes. Her extra large snow boots, handed down from her big brother, collected the moist powder piling upon the street. Just as the snowflakes, she shone in her unique youthful beauty.

Her auburn locks bounced against her shoulders and ebony skin shone like frozen dew. The reflection in her eyes was as unique as each intricate laced crystal descending.

On Mariah danced while holding hands with school friends: close friends and one or two beaux through college and then finally her soul mate once the winds had gentled and the heavy white flakes swept down. They all had accompanied her in this snowflake crescendo.

The Abrupt winds of life tasseled her hair and tore her skirts. The snowflakes continued to steadily fall, occasionally entangled in the treetops, to inevitable continue their descent as the sunshine kissed her once rosy cheeks leaving lines of laughter beside her almond eyes and smile as she twirled.

Pigtails and ponytails once peeked from beneath her woolen hats. Long flowing locks, the envy of the times, relented to shorter curls where snowflakes now could not be noticed amid the white in her hair as they rested along their descent.

And like the snowflake’s inevitable tumble, Mariah watched her babies and then her grandbabies grow and dance amid the falling snow.

-Ondi Laure