Taking a much needed music break.
Listening to Solar Echoes by Sir Nigel Stanford which – interestingly – maps beautifully to my Metatron’s Army series and NO – the brilliant creative does not endorse my work.
I didn’t even realize this until years after I published the series.
Doubt he knows I exist or knows his Cymatics video put into motion parts of my EMF Sensitivity experience that were difficult to explain. His Solar Echoes? Well that’s a whole other beautiful ball of interconnected creative wax.
I’ve spent the past weeks pedal to the metal on an upcoming project – at times truly asking myself what the hell I was thinking. I mean aren’t I the person who just spent 2 plus years putting myself back together after Covid Lockdown induced burnout scattered my soul to the wind?
To Burn Out
Or Not
I honestly never thought I’d write again.
Didn’t think I’d be able to read fiction either – I was in that much pain.
It wasn’t until I ended up in the hospital because of this fun that I was able to find a way out of the soul cave-in my life had become.
The ER Visit? I translated their allopathic mumbo jumbo into my holistic “This is what I need to do.”
Including stopping medication in lieu of holistic alternatives – something I’ll be discussing in this upcoming project.
Walking for weeks that turned into months – hours spent in silence with only my wounded soul as my companion – I slowly put myself back together.
It was painful because I would start to think of something I could write which gave me immediate severe psychic pain that almost had me doubling over in the middle of the sidewalk at 6:45 am.
Music Soothes the Broken Soul
I just took a moment to see which song was playing as I write this.
Because it speaks to my healing soul.
Solar Echoes.
I’ve long written about music as a healing agent.
Playlists for EMF Sensitivity among other uses.
In this context it isn’t just a break but a reminder that I can’t wander into that creative swamp again.
I’d drown.
And as my need to create wars with the thought of having to pick up the pieces again I realize that like a cookie cutter segments pieces of the whole to put on display at holiday time the place and time I live in has forced me to carve out pieces of my work.
Pieces of my creative soul.
And the Burnout?
What do we do after we’ve punched out a number of shapes to showcase?
We mush the remainder into a ball and bring out the rolling pin.
To Start All Over Again.
Back into the Mush.
Elizabeth Maxim 