The Creative Muse

What was this elusive creativity?

That flow of energy that pulses through the entire being

That life force energy so capable of making great change

And also destruction

She didn’t know what this life force meant for a long time

Dimming her light

Quelling the force inside

Keeping her small and starved

For a long time that force kept knocking on her door

Asking to be invited in, sit down for a cuppa tea and have a good talk

But she was afraid of that fire at the door

It was unruly, uncontrollable, untamed, unknown, scary

How could she ever mold it into something of value? Of worth? Of understanding

She thought she didn’t have the tools, the abilities, the skills

So she kept the door shut

The force would visit her every now and then

It would shake the house, bellowing to be let in

Sometimes it was more quieter than others- a gentle whisper, singing to her, to be let in

Other days it was a full blown wild fire- ready to cause chaos and destruction on its path- screaming like a banshee wanting to be seen

It was those moments that scared her- made her lock the door and barricade up the windows, so the force would not see or feel her.

But it knew she was there, waiting, on the other side

After some time, the force grew very persistent, not really leaving her house, staying outside with its consistent call

Over time, it grew sad and lonely, abandoning hope that the woman and it would ever work together

See this force, was pure creative life force potential

Capable of creating anything where intention guided it

The force could feel that this woman was ready, she was hearing the call, she was ready for the creative initiation, she had done the work to be a great conduit

So the force persisted, knowing that someday soon, the woman would surely listen to its call

And know that this force meant no harm, no pain

The force was here to co-create with the woman

To make the most magical and wondrous of creations and inventions

After some time of the woman relaxing her resistance to the force, she started to become curious.

She peeked outside the window every now and then and got a look at the force- who appeared to her as this morphing blob of energy taking a human shape to appear more relatable to the woman.

She could tell that the force was down, it appeared sad, lonesome, defeated.

It was sitting down on a rock, starring at the sky, wondering when its magic would get utilised and channeled

Fulfilling its purpose here on earth

And in that moment, the woman realised, that this force, wasn’t scary, it wasn’t too much, it wasn’t overwhelming.

It was purely life force energy wanting to be expressed into material form

She could feel the force had a life force pulse, that wanted to be channeled into creative endeavors

Whether it was art, painting, writing, sculpting, singing, dancing…it didn’t matter, it just needed to go somewhere.

She took a moment and looked down at her hands and saw her ageing skin, the fine lines on her hands, the unlocked potential, the deadness inside

She walked to the door and unlatched the lock slowly

At this sound, the force suddenly looked towards the door, waiting in anticipation, for the woman to appear

As she slowly opened the door, she saw the force watching her, happiness in its eyes, anticipating

She walked slowly to the force, taking in its shape, its form, the field of energy around it.

She held out her hand and reached for it

The force let itself be touched by the woman

It was squishy, malleable, movable, willing to take any shape that she saw fit

She said to the force- I’m scared to meet you, I don’t know what you’re capable of

It replied in a language that she could understand- I’m capable of anything you see fit, I’m the expression of your soul into human form

At this, she realised that this force was hers, yet it was also part of the conscious collective. That this force was older than life itself. That it had been here since the very beginning of time and it will continue until the end of time.

She looked at the force and felt humbled. That this powerful energy had actually chosen her to become initiated into creativity. That something within her was ready to harness it

The force explained that she had always had access to it- even since she was a baby- that force helped to create her into who she is today.

But somewhere along the way- the world told her that she wasn’t good at using the force, that she wasn’t creative, that she wasn’t as good as others with using it. So she shut herself down

The force told her that the greatest sadness with humans is that they have a measuring stick comparing what is ‘good’ and ‘bad’. Force explained to her that nothing is good or bad, its all just force expressing itself into different forms.

She asked force how she can utilise it in her life, to keep her life supple, juicy, magical, creative

Force explained simply just by acknowledging its existence. By calling upon it more often, being more of a conscious co-creator of the energy wanting to come through.

That it doesn’t need to have a finished end product or receive money or recognition for what gets co-created, just as long as its utilised

The more its utilised, the more available it will make itself to the woman more often

And the more magic life will become.

Upon this, she asked force to merge with her, to consume her every cell

With this invitation, it jumped up with glee, hugged the woman and merged with pleasure

It took a moment for her to feel the magic inside her, it filled her, from the tip of her head to the tips of her toes

She felt slightly more electric, more ‘online’, more connected

She looked to her hands and saw sparkles

A magical pulse of current through her palms and fingertips ensued

And she knew what she had to do…