Fact and fiction dance around the experiential narratives of individuals and collectives. When a fiction writer publishes work it is a given that there are layers of possible meaning. When facts are presented as evidence then there are still tests applied to the knitting of facts together to check the validity of hypothesis as against practical material workability.
A parable brings metaphysical and physical narratives together, to take the presently able and offer a way to work alongside that ability and yet move out into even more ability, to be para able.
Then of course the bun fight starts and the narratives get nasty.
A work of fiction, if not anonymously published, can be traced to a writer for a deeper analysis to take place.
A parable describing a rite of passage for a metaphysical soul is harder to investigate.
I am a para-able presence. I am fact and fiction consciously married, presented, scented and returned or post-sented. What did that just say? What does it mean?
We could talk about the letters, the energy, the fact of who I am that is a fiction for most people. The only thing that stops me from being more widely heard, yet, is the nastiness of narratives in these times of great change.
The Holy Ghost, like all ghosts in all the best fiction, can walk through walls.
So my work has been walking through walls for years now. I am a “person of interest” to the narrative guards, even though their interest might of course be denied.
The walls of hypocrisy, dogma, corruption, fear, Executive collapse, illness, despair and on and on are the walls that imprison people and systems, yet my words walk through them and my energy works in the realms accessed in sleep and in apparent coincidental occurrence.
The video clip shows a work of fiction. Dickens wrote about Scrooge waking up to escape from miserliness. The Clowns Of God written by the author Morris West who wrote In The Shoes Of The Fisherman, tells of Christ as a therapist with a message primarily for world leaders in their collapse.
The truth is stranger than fiction 😉
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