A Leap of Faith

Detoxing can be great for clearing body and mind of blocks, for emotional release and spiritual opening, as well as the obvious physical benefits. So it felt like a great way to prepare to knuckle-down to writing, to re-generate the magical creative flow I had some weeks ago, so I can finally make some decent headway on the What Happened..? series and accompanying book Discovering the Heart.

As I write I’ve just entered day 6. Each day has consisted of making 3 fresh juices, a broth for the evening, and administering a litre of warm coffee as an enema twice a day. (By the way for many reasons it’s best to do a detox of this kind under the instruction of a professional, so the above is not an instruction!) The week has been really interesting so far. Have felt much elation, incredible lightness, and emotional states have come and gone in a very fluid and undistruptive way. It’s been one of my best experiences so far, perhaps the 6th or 7th time I’ve gone through the process.

Yesterday, whilst alone at my parents’ house dog sitting, I finally took out my Tarot and Goddess Oracle cards to get some guidance on my financial and career situation. And with this I really began to open up, the insights there have been fantastic, encouraging and very clear. Towards the end of this session I received a voice text on the landline from my sister.

It said, ‘Raht meht, whasson.’

This directly translates to ‘Alright mate, what’s on?’ and in the Queen’s english, ‘Hello, how are you? What are you doing at the moment?’

Over the years we’ve developed a written language between us that relates to the Devonshire dialect where we grew up, and supposes how those words should be spelt. And there’s something really satisfying about using it.

Also, I just love voicetexts. Going back about 5 years I actually made a short film based on an audio soundtrack using a voicetext dialogue between Tom Baker (who actually was the authentic voice at times back then) and the posh woman you generally get. It involved footage of a kids football team and was rather obscure, but a brilliant creative journey and one that was so fulfilling. Sadly it didn’t get completed due to technical difficulties (downloading voicetext to computer) and by the time I got equipment that might work Tom had disappeared for good.

The combination of receiving that text, and being very open, led to an unexpected surge of creativity in a way I’d never quite experienced and had no idea existed. It was like reawakening a dormant passion with low investment and high reward, in terms of very quick and simple entertainment.

The flow of words that came out of me was instant and surprising, like I was channelling an MC or rapper. I’ve never written like that, or ever felt inclined, in a humorous or serious way. At the start it was just funny, imagining how certain lines would sound and eventually testing it out. But there was something about the instantaneousness of the prose, and the rhyming, that was such pure flow it left me absolutely ecstatic – not unlike the flow I dropped into a couple of months back with the book.

I’m so excited to be back in touch with this part of my mind that’s alert and fluid with effortless prose. As I tried to sleep last night, line after line was rolling off my mind, for 2 hours the light was going on and off as I wrote and attempted to sleep. And this is how the flow is when I really get going. It’s so nourishing and energising, but nothing else much gets a look in, including food and sleep!

So yeah, amazing things can happen when fasting. I’ve discovered my alter-ego, the voicetext rapper - I wonder if he’ll still exist when I start eating again. I can imagine sitting around with my family with him in play, the humour fits perfectly with our collective dynamic. Not sure about any of my other friends. It seems to fit more with a younger generation, hanging out at a mate’s house getting stoned, talking crap, passing time in a haze of bliss and humour. I don’t tend to move (or shake) in those circles any more. Far too grown up for that malarky!

Anyway, I hope he is still around when I break the fast. Apart from the entertainment, it could be a method of tapping into creative flow I can use for something more worthy. I hope his existence is more to do with the clearing of blocks and high intake of vitamins, than the litre of coffee I’ve been firing up my backside twice a day. And nothing to do with the fact that fasting has made me go a bit la la. I mean, I do feel slightly cuckoo, but in an entirely delightful way. But just in case, now that I’ve finished my dog sitting duties, I think I’d better head back to the cottage before my parents call the men in white coats…