Lovely, published in 1998, William Bloom’s book on Angels,
Fairies & Nature Spirits inspires me with a new theory of the
delicious immensity of the creative spirit; when we accept the
presupposition that OUR consciousness is the creator of this
illusion we call reality, we know we can create an inner world,
any mental addition to support our 5-senses actuality that is
kept intact by imagining it over and over in the same way
I failed to imagine administrative procedures successfully for
myself – why does the perfectly completed form of a spotless
production report always elude my questing mind, oh, why do I
pause in vain invoking the spirit of the exercise just to produce
one more lacking rendition of a Holy Grail Report accounting
for my every move, every breath, every thought & inspiration,
why does bureaucratic perfection flee from my typing hands -
My industriously applied questing mind - all I can say in the end
is that this must be the means of leading me to reflect; whereas
certainty keeps my word artist colleagues using their knowledge
only for translating, perfect in administration - they feel no need
for a quest; the pastor’s wife refusing to look at anything except
their religious dogma - all my shortcomings - typing difficulties &
lack of rational perspective & sharp focus on the here and now
Led me to reflect on the meaning of life & the role of philosophy,
love, ethics & morality – the role of Wisdom, Spirit and Ideas…
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