"Only those things are beautiful which are inspired by madness and written by reason."
While sitting on my porch half asleep one morning and enjoying a much needed cup of coffee, I was strongly greeted by the cawing of a brazen crow that had decided to perch itself in an oak tree. I had noticed this crow a few times throughout the week and at first, paid no attention to his morning greeting. After a few days however, he seemed to make his appearance any time I ventured outside --- each time, staring at me with his beady little all-knowing eyes.
It was during this time that I had contemplated the idea of writing again, after putting down the pen a few years ago and closing that chapter of my life. But, as you can read in another post here I don’t believe any writer can ever stay away from what they’re simply called to do.
So here this crow was, cawing at me every day, multiple times a day, and making sure I paid attention.
And I did.
You see, we are all born with a little bit of magik in our blood. We embark on our journey with the ability to hear our heart’s truest desires within the gentle mid-summer breeze, read our destiny inside dancing flames, or deciphering the message a white butterfly brings. We are guided by the deep understanding of our life’s purpose that circulates through our veins.
And somehow, over the years and in the midst of who we are, we get this wonderful essence of ourselves beaten right out of our souls. We’re taught to walk the straight and narrow path of human law as our soul longs for the sacred. To be responsible, grow up, act our age. To forget all things intuitive and authentic ---only to be oppressed by mental suggestion and social credibility. All of this until we no longer remember why we’re here or who we’re supposed to become.
Which brings me to the meaning behind the name Beautiful Delusions.
We’re taught that the word “delusion” is something false or delusively believed to be true despite indisputable evidence. What if one person’s delusion was another person’s reality? What would you say if I told you that humans have a way of weaving their mind around things they cannot comprehend nor understand only to fit them into their very own version of reality? Wouldn’t that make everything we have ever known simply an illusion? After all, an illusion is nothing more than a deceptive impression of reality itself.
Fear of the unknown is our natural reaction when a belief system is allowed to convince us of something that has been put in place to keep us from knowing our true, authentic self. Social, cultural, and religious views have created the illusions we obey in everyday life. Anything else is deemed “delusions”. Instead of living life from our very own inner knowing, we live through fear and silence the voice that calls from within---intuition.
But sometimes, just sometimes, something beautiful happens. Out of nowhere, the keeper of sacred law appears and his caw awakens the voice that has lied dormant within you for too long. Refusing to be kept silent, it claws its way out of your soul, tearing apart every factitious truth you’ve ever been taught to believe, to follow. If you can survive the bleeding that rips your shadow self to shreds, the way a piranha devours its prey, a transformation occurs from the unfathomable depths of your being. Embers of self-recognition ignite and begin to rage and spread like wildfire throughout your veins. The crow’s call will guide you back to your purpose - the intuition your heart has always known- releasing your soul from the chains of suggested truth.
All you have to do is pay attention.