Category Archives: Dark Stranger

Caravanning to the Source

Writers talk about this frequently. Fiction writers often say that a character wouldn’t do what they wanted, or that the characters took over the story. Of course our characters aren’t real; they can’t really take over a story, they can’t really take on a life of their own.

So where does the writing come from? And why do we have so little control?
Yvonne Spence

Dorothea Brande

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Because no one has precisely pinned down where ideas come from writers, who love to speculate, have proposed endless theories. Stephen Johnson talks about networked inspiration and how the cafe culture provides a pot in which creativity may bubble and boil. There is little doubt that creativity flourished in the melting pot of the French Salons where copious amounts of coffee may or may not have been served.

At one time I was going around talking about the creation myths suggesting that like the universe and earth itself it all began within a swirling mass of nothing. I had students closing their eyes, looking at nothing; writing about what they saw when they saw nothing. As I recall we also speculated about whether the answer lay in the roots of trees. We considered the deep roots that we are able to tap into. Carl Jung named this the ‘collective unconscious’ and many incredibly popular self help books, written by people like Dorothea Brande and Julia Cameron (The Artist’s Way) have written extensively on the subject.

A personal favourite of mine is The Borderland: An exploration of theology in English literature, a book by Roger Bradshaigh Lloyd. My copy of this text quite literally leapt from the bookshelf  into my The Borderland by Roger Lloydhand in one of the second hand book shops that I frequent. Lloyd, an influential Anglican Priest talked about the Lord, or King of the Borderland being ‘Inspiration’.  He names the Holy Ghost, of whom ‘no man has ever dared to give a human name’ as the sovereign of the Borderland in which the artist resides and suggests that answers to the unanswerable may be found in the Nicene Creed. Of course, at the time this affirmed my speculation that like God, in the book of Genesis, the artist makes something out of nothing. The artist is a creator, as compared to a manufacturer. One of the problems I see with self help books is that they encourage us to believe that we can manufacture things. Like Lloyd I do not believe that there is anything immoral in the “composition of pure pot-boilers since pots do need to boil if anything is to be written at all”.  I do believe that we are truly creative when we are propelled by passion and find our way of tapping into the source.

With that in mind I welcome assorted story tellers, troubadours, hags, crazy people, trance tellers, bards, traveling poets, prophets, visionaries, charismatic preachers, spellbinders and holy people to join the caravan of donkeys heading towards the source. My hope is that this amazing collective will reveal quite unique ways of tapping into what artists perceive to be ‘the holy grail’.

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Into the City

I was pondering a recent trip downtown, into the heart of the city, and this image emerged from my musings.  I really don’t know what to make of it.   It seems to have something to do with alienation and an absence of “belongingness”.  Other than that, I can’t really say what’s its all about.

The text:  The City, Medusa Reigns,  in the midst, fiction a lie, Shadows, Wilderness, Belonging.

LJG (c) 2009

The Dark Stranger

“Dark Stranger”, mixed media art journal entry

Not everything is perfect in Hestia’s realm.  There are sometimes necessary disturbances that serve to propel us onward and upward.  The Dark Stranger is one of them.   Here is a journal entry based on a dream I had a few nights ago.  The image of the man is exactly what I saw in the dream.

The text of the journal reads:

I had a dream this morning, just before I woke up, about a man who was entirely in the shadows.  I thought he was there to help me, but then I realized, in the dream, that he was there to harm me.  He looked like the classic dark stranger who Dr. Estes writes about.

She says:

“The dark man in women’s dreams appears when an initiation…is imminent…this occurs in order to raise a storm in the psyche so that some energetic work can be done…Something has gone radically amiss in the outer world, in personal life, or in the outer collective culture.” (pp. 68-69, WWRWTW)

What that thing is that is amiss in my outer realm could be one of many.  The Dark Stranger will force the Medial Women to identify it, contend with it and bring some sort of resolution.  She can do it, I have no doubt.

L. Gloyd (c) 2009