Writing Technique I: Dream…

On this series of “Techniques of Writing”, we are going to throughoutly explore clever and creative ways of writing.

On this occasion, we are speaking about one of the main (if not the main) sources of inspiration of surrealists: The Dream.

First off, we have to know a minimum on what dreams are:

On Told on one Page (2015), I referred to dreams in these terms:

“Dreams

Are both a portal and a mirror.”

According to Psichology, whatever that may be… Dreams represent the true, bare and cruelly sincere, Ego. Id est: Our deepest desires, which may be dark to plain Black, our outmost fears and, above all, everything we have repressed during waketime.

Of course, ultimately, no one, but ourselves, may gain truth about our oniric world…

So let’s write and example:

Let’s say I’ve dreamt… That I have thrashed the crap out of my boss’ piece of shit of a body.

Now, we could write a short story on some guy who believes is dreaming, yet isn’t, and ends up serviting penal for life due to some… Misunderstanding.

I would truly love to see you people’s creations on these entrie’s comment sections.

On Determinism vs. Freedom of Choice

Back one year, namely 2015, I wrote, on my very own, this extremely experimental collection in which I introduced Microessay, which I defend to be a whole writing genre.

Said book is called “Contado en una página (Told on one Page)”, and one of its 80-1 microessays goes as follows:

“Determinism, is compatible with freedom of choice, as long as you can accept choices you make are made beforehand.”

Obviosly, things evolve. People, evolve. And I ain’t no exception.

Now I firmly assert Freedom of Choice.

A Freedom of Choice of a divine nature. One of God’s almightiness limits*.

How do I prove it? I just don’t feel like it. 🙃

*Others would be:

Mathemathical or Logical limits. E.g., making a sphere of 1 side.
Freedom of Choice, as said, because…
It happens that God “cannot” do something he doesn’t want to. And it is His rules.
Cease to exist (…)

Theist Cosmovision of History

Disclaimer: The way I draw may pierce your eyes if you exaggerate enough.

Explanation of the drawing:

The Red represents God and the black, men.

The book is Red because God is both omniscious and creator.

The book is open on a certain period of Macrohistory (what people often refer to as “History”) and “Microhistory” or “Personal History”.

In this Cosmovision, Personal History constitutes Macrohistory and, as a whole, History itself.

We write History. History isn’t being written by an “author”.

We do. We invented the wheel, the revolver, and the Smartphone.

Moreover, the red “coma” on the book, represents God’s intercesion in History, as for the Theistic belief.

On Theism I: History of Theism

Arabic word for God.Descarga

(First off, I really need to vent. I’ve been writing and posting here for three weeks straight now, in my mother tongue, and received barely no feedback.

It’s been starting to write in English and straight up attracting readers.

I am kinda angry with my country… Sigh.)

((I am going to translate my main entries into English.))

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Theism is a Philosophic cosmovision which presumably origined in Ancient Greece, around year 1 200 b.C.

Theism, as opossed to Politheism, believes in One unique divinity (from Sanscrit “shine”).

Another main belief within Theism is, said Supreme Entity, created Itself, and, is the Creator of all that exists.

So far, these believes are identical with those of Deism, so here’s the differantory factor:

God, not only created all that is (exists), but, intercedes actively in History in one way or another…

More is coming on…

Shelter (Acid Rain)

A hut.

Here you have got to: A sheet roof in plain wilderness.

And it rains, it rains hard.

And it has leaks, and you are poorly covered.

Yet it isn’t the first time it rains.

You know it will stop.

But you can’t feel it will.

You cannot see through, all your sense says it won’t end.

You could get out, but the factory burnt.

And it’s raining acid..

You could get out, but the factory burned twenty years ago.

And acid rained.

It is nothing but water.

It only rains water.

Over you, just like over anyone else.

How is that special?

The factory burned twenty years ago,

And you still think it’s raining acid

You can’t get out of your own mind!

But the rain fades out, for that’s its law

And you, fool,

Who twenty years ago would’ve dance in the puddles,

In those of water, acid and fire,

That is the other extreme, which egoism would choose,

But which hurts even more those surronding you.

And it keeps on raining…

The factory burned.

The water is acid.

It will never end, it will never end…

But it does, for it’s its law.

Never because you,

Could have leaked out from self-deceit…

Writing Technique IV: Major Introspection

Disclaimer: I am not doing public apology of drug use. Surrealists did. One of which I am.

The brain is plastic, the mind can recover from virtually anything. Do not be afraid. DO ensure you’ll come back, alive.

Weed, Shrooms, Acid, Absinthe (which sadly is the hardest to find), Datura (grows in a wasteland, can and may kill you…).

Ayahuasca… Which is legal by the way. Or not. Or who knows, does a cop even know what that is. Did I make it up? Did I dream it within an Ayahuasca dream…

No, seriously. I do not take drugs myself. I would admit if that was the case, but it isn’t.

I do my research on https://www.erowid.org/ , which is an open and reliable source on people sharing experiences with drug use, attempted suicide acts or made up stuff, which you, through use of reason, will be able to discriminate.

And here’s a principle of myself: Learn from everything. NO exceptions.

Thanks for reading.