This morning, I woke up around 4:00 am and just lay there in bed, listening and feeling. Itâ€™s usually quite a busy time for me, 4:00 am. Itâ€™s the time when insights and epiphanies flood into me. This morning, I was aware of the felt nature of the experience of being flooded – penetrated by a river of divine inspiration. I could feel the wateriness and ephemeral nature of it. And in this state, I was also keenly aware of the difference in felt-experience of my mind trying to come in and in some way immediately negate the ideas. The mind felt rigid andÂ tight like it was trying to shut the flow down by rationalizing (and/or catastrophizing) what would happen if I were to not only listen but act on this flow.
What I remember most about this experience is not the content but the mechanism of how things happened and felt -Â albeit at a 4:00 am speed. What stayed most clearly with me was the realization that the flow is always right here – right, here – and how the nature of my mind works to thwart the expression of the flow.
Today as I write, I can feel the flood coming in, yet when Iâ€™m fully awake my mind is busier and what felt like a clear flood in the early morning hours now feels like a constricted channel. Iâ€™ve felt this before. But today, I can feel how somehow my mind is creating the clog. It is easier to avoid feeling by going to ‘how’ instead of being still and listening.
It was just today that I came upon this from Simone Weil:
â€œOur thought should be empty, waiting, not seeking anything, but ready to receive in its naked truth the object that is to penetrate it.”
This is what I was feeling in the early morning hoursâ€¦this openness, this waiting, this not seeking.
I woke up receiving.
When I sit back and observe my awake and active mind, it feels like thousands of connections happening at once (there are more, of course, most I am unconscious of), but I can feel the â€˜noiseâ€™ of my mind. And my mind is pretty quiet today in comparison to how it usually is.
And, I can also feel the increased energy that flows through me as I am penetrated by thisÂ divine flow. Iâ€™m sitting here writing in a cafÃ© and I feel this desire to go out and run or dance or walk in the sun just to discharge the energy. I feel like Iâ€™ve had a triple espresso, but in reality, I havenâ€™t had sugar or caffeine or alcohol (or just about everything else that makes us groggy and sluggish) in 3 months. Iâ€™ve been on a diet (doctorâ€™s orders) that is so incredibly clean. And in this clean space, I can really feel this energy flow.
But, even when I feel the compulsion to discharge it, I also do not want to discharge it. I want to feel it, to stay receptive, to come into direct relationship with it, to not fear how it will feel. I want to open to it, to receive it into me, to come into a relationship with it so I can simply listen and write.
So, instead, I sat here feeling it, listening, then writing what came, just as it came. I deleted three paragraphs â€˜tellingâ€™ you in a â€˜teaching wayâ€™ about these moments, because instead what wanted to come was the sharing of my experience at 4:00 am, my experience of the mind clogging the flow, and my experience of this intense energy flow.
This much energy feels like it is going to be ‘too much’ to feel. It is intense. And, it is just energy. It is simple flow. It is life force. To be in relationship to it means to be open, to receive, to be empty so I can receive what is coming intoÂ and through me. This is where I begin to really feel how closely creativity and sexuality are intertwined. To not discharge the energy but instead to direct it into creative expression is the invitation.
To listenÂ in this way is a form of prayer. To write this way is prayer, too. I am learning how to do this, how to listen deeply and simply scribe. Sometimes it just happens, but usually, I don’t like this feeling of confusion that comes when I fight writing, and when I concoct all sorts of stories about what will happen if I put words into the world that feel wild and wooly and still smell of blood and bones and the earthy scent of flow.
This is why I love Writing Raw. I offer Writing Raw as much for me as I do for you.
I trust you will feel these words. They are pregnant with life.
*** image by Andrew Bertram