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kept telling me that I needed to get online and go to a certain metaphysical spirituality website. So I did and I joined the site and I soon began posting a series of fictional stories based in spirituality. It was an instant hit. People loved it. It was quickly the most popular thing going on the site.But then the site administration contacted me to tell me that their site was strictly “non-fiction” and that they did not want any fiction on it. They said that my fiction contained so much spirituality and it was so popular that they would let it stay but they wanted me to refrain from any fiction from then on.When it comes to writing, fiction is my true love.So then the idea came to me to just start my own site. Of course I had no idea what I was doing just like I had no idea how to flip a boulder. I consulted the divine feminine energy that now was my partner and the message I got was to ‘go for it.’ She had my back.It took me a while but I figured out how to start my own site and it was an instant hit. It grew very quickly and my writing produced wave after wave of echoes from other humans. People’s lives were changing as were their perceptions of their reality. People were opening up about their lives and sharing what was in their hearts. I was actually touching the collective. I was truly surprised by this echo. Wondrous things were happening. And it all ensued after pushing one key on my computer keyboard to set it all into motion.Energy, of course, is very cyclic. I was riding a wave. Over the course of over a decade I produced an incredible amount of writing. Feeding off the echoes I pushed all of my envelopes and went deeper into other dimensions than I ever had. I grew so much! It was a mutual thing.But the cycle, the wave, came to its natural end. The echoes slowly diminished. It was time to move on.Eventually, the time came when one stroke of a key on my keyboard made it all disappear. It was hard to do but it was profoundly liberating.Not only was my writing energy diminishing but so was all the other energies of my life. I was in the process of going to hell in a handbasket. What I did not know at the time is that I was dying.My business failed and I was deeply in debt. My books were no longer selling. My wife left me for someone with a more active penis. My daughter left me for some guy she married. My dog died. My cat died. I could barely put together a coherent sentence. And I could barely get out of bed.I finally went to the doctor and he told me that I had Stage 4 cancer and I had six to twelve months to live. Actually, he said that I had six months to live but if I underwent $78,000 worth of chemotherapy I might be able to stretch that out to twelve months — provided the chemotherapy didn’t kill me first.This is when I refused to do something and was met with incredible echoes from collective reality. This is when I told the doctor to go fuck himself and I walked out of the hospital and turned my back on Western medicine. It turned out to be the best decision I ever made in my life.Because I refused to do what I was told.I went back to the divine feminine energy and aske

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d for help in learning how to heal myself. I did not know how to flip a boulder or how to start and run a website but I learned how. I turned to the feminine energy within myself as well as the omnipresent feminine energy of the Universe and Mother Nature and the collective energy of the dimension of consciousness I was part of.And I did it. Within one year I was totally healed. (And that was a decade ago!) I’m still here. And I’m still writing.The intense echoes that came to me from that profound decision were not echoes from collective humankind. They were from the Universe, from the planet, from the divine feminine, and from within me. They were very, very different echoes than any that have ever washed over me. And yes, I was intensely surprised. I was blown away. And there is no way I could ever discount or deny those echoes; that incredible energy. It may not have changed collective reality but it forever changed my reality.If I had not REFUSED to do something I would be long dead. I now live with the echoes of that decision.After healing myself one of the first things I wanted to do was start writing again. But this time it would be different. I would not write for others. I would not write for ‘humankind.’ I would write strictly for myself and no one else. And I would write what I wanted to write rather than what everyone else wanted me to write.I wrote fiction!In a period of a little over two years I wrote and published three novels. And I did it all off-line. There were no echoes whatsoever!It is a whole different animal writing without any instant feedback. It is wonderful, it is fantastic, it is empowering, it is downright euphoric! The only thing echoing is the story itself. It is pure, unadulterated focus. I have been writing for over half a century and those two+ years were the most joyous years of my entire history of writing. I was truly in writing heaven.But then I started missing the echoes, the feedback, the collective. So I got back online and started writing on the “M” platform (which must never be named). I started feeling the echoes coming back to me. I started feeling that very different kind of energy. I once again entered the collective and began writing for that collective and writing drastically changed for me. I entered a new energetic cycle.A few days ago was my five-year anniversary of writing on the aforementioned “M” platform. At first there was very little echo but with time it grew. The echoes became empowering. But then they started diminishing and then the platform changed and they drastically diminished further. Now, after five years, I am wondering if this energy cycle is ending.Is it time to go back to the novel writing that I so loved before? Is all my leverage on the collective now lost? Am I now just blabbering into the wind? Is it time to change directions? To make a decision? With the echoes turning into silence is it time to use my leverage to create new different echoes?I have a feeling that SHE will let me know very soon.Copyright by <a href="https://whitefeather.substack.com/">White Feather</a>. All Rights Reserved.</article></body>

The leverage: prompt

Echo Chamber

Echoes coming from everywhere

“Tell us something you did or refused to do, that surprised you by its echo. I name this a leverage on the collective reality, with a lever, you can move big and heavy objects like cars.” — Jean Carfantan

I will tell one story about what I did and one story about what I refused to do, both of which produced very strong echoes; echoes that were very, very different from each other. But first a quick story about the mechanics of leverage…

Back in the late 1980s and early 1990s when I worked as a stone artist I was hired by a wealthy woman for an entire summer to create stone art on her incredible four acres atop a cliff in the sacred Jemez Mountains of northern New Mexico.

At one point during that summer she asked me to take a day or so away from my art to do her a favor. Behind her ranch home was a little yard area surrounded by an adobe wall (to keep the snakes out). There were flowers and grass and barbecue grills and picnic tables for entertaining.

There were also two giant boulders sticking up out of the ground. In the Jemez Mountains there are boulders EVERYWHERE. One of the boulders was quite beautiful but the other one not so much. Plus the other one had some “ugly” calcium deposits on it. She asked me if I could flip the ugly boulder over. She had a hunch that the bottom side of the boulder was prettier that the exposed top side.

If I had a bulldozer — and knew how to operate it — I could have flipped that boulder over in under an hour. But I agreed to try to do it even though I had no heavy equipment and no human help. (I worked alone, which is my preferred modus operandi.) All I had was an eight-foot steel lever, a sharp-shooter shovel, and an iron fulcrum.

The boulder was about the size of a Volkswagen and I’m guessing it weighed somewhere between one and two tons. It took me two days but I somehow managed to flip over that boulder all by myself. No echoes reverberated through collective reality. It was just a personal lesson for me about the mechanics of leverage. I did it!

The sad thing, at least for that woman, is that the bottom of that boulder turned out to be just as “ugly” as the top.

In his post introducing his prompt Jean Carfantan wrote about how he had once started a spiritual website that produced some serious echoes but then he closed it down. Well, I once did the same thing.

After that boulder flipping lesson I quit stone art and opened an indoor business. It was a dream of mine. After several years of great success and failure I was itching to get back to my true love; writing. At one point I had an extremely profound mystical experience with the divine Sacred Feminine energy which forever changed my life.

It was soon after that when a friend kept telling me that I needed to get online and go to a certain metaphysical spirituality website. So I did and I joined the site and I soon began posting a series of fictional stories based in spirituality. It was an instant hit. People loved it. It was quickly the most popular thing going on the site.

But then the site administration contacted me to tell me that their site was strictly “non-fiction” and that they did not want any fiction on it. They said that my fiction contained so much spirituality and it was so popular that they would let it stay but they wanted me to refrain from any fiction from then on.

When it comes to writing, fiction is my true love.

So then the idea came to me to just start my own site. Of course I had no idea what I was doing just like I had no idea how to flip a boulder. I consulted the divine feminine energy that now was my partner and the message I got was to ‘go for it.’ She had my back.

It took me a while but I figured out how to start my own site and it was an instant hit. It grew very quickly and my writing produced wave after wave of echoes from other humans. People’s lives were changing as were their perceptions of their reality. People were opening up about their lives and sharing what was in their hearts. I was actually touching the collective. I was truly surprised by this echo. Wondrous things were happening. And it all ensued after pushing one key on my computer keyboard to set it all into motion.

Energy, of course, is very cyclic. I was riding a wave. Over the course of over a decade I produced an incredible amount of writing. Feeding off the echoes I pushed all of my envelopes and went deeper into other dimensions than I ever had. I grew so much! It was a mutual thing.

But the cycle, the wave, came to its natural end. The echoes slowly diminished. It was time to move on.

Eventually, the time came when one stroke of a key on my keyboard made it all disappear. It was hard to do but it was profoundly liberating.

Not only was my writing energy diminishing but so was all the other energies of my life. I was in the process of going to hell in a handbasket. What I did not know at the time is that I was dying.

My business failed and I was deeply in debt. My books were no longer selling. My wife left me for someone with a more active penis. My daughter left me for some guy she married. My dog died. My cat died. I could barely put together a coherent sentence. And I could barely get out of bed.

I finally went to the doctor and he told me that I had Stage 4 cancer and I had six to twelve months to live. Actually, he said that I had six months to live but if I underwent $78,000 worth of chemotherapy I might be able to stretch that out to twelve months — provided the chemotherapy didn’t kill me first.

This is when I refused to do something and was met with incredible echoes from collective reality. This is when I told the doctor to go fuck himself and I walked out of the hospital and turned my back on Western medicine. It turned out to be the best decision I ever made in my life.

Because I refused to do what I was told.

I went back to the divine feminine energy and asked for help in learning how to heal myself. I did not know how to flip a boulder or how to start and run a website but I learned how. I turned to the feminine energy within myself as well as the omnipresent feminine energy of the Universe and Mother Nature and the collective energy of the dimension of consciousness I was part of.

And I did it. Within one year I was totally healed. (And that was a decade ago!) I’m still here. And I’m still writing.

The intense echoes that came to me from that profound decision were not echoes from collective humankind. They were from the Universe, from the planet, from the divine feminine, and from within me. They were very, very different echoes than any that have ever washed over me. And yes, I was intensely surprised. I was blown away. And there is no way I could ever discount or deny those echoes; that incredible energy. It may not have changed collective reality but it forever changed my reality.

If I had not REFUSED to do something I would be long dead. I now live with the echoes of that decision.

After healing myself one of the first things I wanted to do was start writing again. But this time it would be different. I would not write for others. I would not write for ‘humankind.’ I would write strictly for myself and no one else. And I would write what I wanted to write rather than what everyone else wanted me to write.

I wrote fiction!

In a period of a little over two years I wrote and published three novels. And I did it all off-line. There were no echoes whatsoever!

It is a whole different animal writing without any instant feedback. It is wonderful, it is fantastic, it is empowering, it is downright euphoric! The only thing echoing is the story itself. It is pure, unadulterated focus. I have been writing for over half a century and those two+ years were the most joyous years of my entire history of writing. I was truly in writing heaven.

But then I started missing the echoes, the feedback, the collective. So I got back online and started writing on the “M” platform (which must never be named). I started feeling the echoes coming back to me. I started feeling that very different kind of energy. I once again entered the collective and began writing for that collective and writing drastically changed for me. I entered a new energetic cycle.

A few days ago was my five-year anniversary of writing on the aforementioned “M” platform. At first there was very little echo but with time it grew. The echoes became empowering. But then they started diminishing and then the platform changed and they drastically diminished further. Now, after five years, I am wondering if this energy cycle is ending.

Is it time to go back to the novel writing that I so loved before? Is all my leverage on the collective now lost? Am I now just blabbering into the wind? Is it time to change directions? To make a decision? With the echoes turning into silence is it time to use my leverage to create new different echoes?

I have a feeling that SHE will let me know very soon.