03 – Creativity

Ananga’s Notes On Creativity

What does that word mean? :-)

This track was produced by Silvia, she had very clear directives for what was required here and had me do things musically that I had never done before – nor would have dreamed of doing for that matter. It is now one of my all time favourite HypnoDreams and at each listening I’m glad that I broke into new territory for it was certainly required.

Silvia’s Notes On Creativity

Over the years, I have had much experience of creativity and with creative people.

You could say that creativity is a bit of a speciality of mine, and definitely the very wellspring of all my work, and the delight of my life.

I believe that creativity is an act of freedom, an expression of freedom and existence when we have arrived at a place where we know we have a right to be here.

It is then that we get to look around, open those “other eyes” and see for ourselves just how wonderful creation is.

When we do that as a part of that creative order, we can’t help but sing and dance in celebration. Words and images and movements and songs MUST pour from us that honour the creative order, it can’t be any other way.

And that to me has always been TRUE creativity. Not coming up with something that wasn’t there before, but telling the story of one single individual’s experiences with the creative order in one’s own words, in one’s own voice, in one’s own way.

That is the extraordinary newness and radical contribution that only one individual can ever make, and that is GUARANTEED to be new, fresh, bright and immensely “creative”.

And all that is such heavy duty stuff, it sounds and feels so heavy, and the creative order isn’t like that at all. It is beautiful, delightful and so light, singing and dancing in every way, it is full of joy and laughter. For this reason I appended “Sweet Lights” to this induction on creativity, to swoop us up and out about into the realms where thoughts become songs, or paintings, or perhaps even new existences that resonate their creator.

The Text: 3/03 – Creativity (incl. Sweet Lights)

Creativity -

What does that word mean?

Cre-a-ti-vi-ty ...

The activity of creating - creating what?

Creating something out of nothing,

taking a cloud in the sky

and shaping it until

it has the face of a man

who is yet to be born

and has never been before?

Taking a handful of star dust

and making it into

a small ash tray

of a pleasing and unusual shape

perhaps,

or perhaps it is

even better than that –

you float gently into

the midst of nowhere,

where the stars

are very sparse indeed

and all is black and oh!

so restful quiet.

And there, in nowhere,

you who are nothing

for how else you could exist,

with your nothing hands

you take the nothing

and you make the nothing

into something that arises

from within where no-one knew

quite how to be,

to do or even then,

to ask what else,

how far,

how different indeed -

well that’s the question,

don’t you think?

And after all of that,

and if you now were to hear

a whisper and it told you

carefully in measured tones

of blue sobriety

that first before you start

and wonder how you would

create at all,

it might be wise

to give some notion

as to what it is

you wish to have become

and waver rainbow gentle

until it well descends

in harmony

all through the levels

and in doing so

becomes a little realer

with each passing thought,

each passing heartbeat

of a living heart.

And still, the question must remain.

If you were the creator,

what would you create?

Angles white and midnight blue

would gently stand

and rainbow hue enfolded,

they might tell you

of the distant shores

of times beyond times

of places beyond places

of minds beyond minds

of regions and domains

above, beyond, below

of all there is,

indeed.

What would you create

that isn’t here?

How can you create a something

knowing not what is already

waiting gently,

waiting for your

exploration and delight

and your dismay for

not all you have been told

is quite as you might find

if you were now to go and seek

a time to travel there,

and here

and further

than you ever have before.

Understand something.

You are asking the impossible.

It is true that as the dusk falls

and light is dimming lightly,

outlines softening and all is

slowing, stilling, falling silent

and just before the night

reveals to you how vast

the universe

that it is already there,

that is already

created.

When the universe was created,

it was not a seed.

All of it was created instantly.

The then, the now, the what’s to come

all of it, all at once.

Creation has happened.

The end of time has happened too

and all that lies between.

Everything is already there

and here comes the confusion

that is holding many still in

bitter struggle and in desperation.

You cannot create anything new.

There is nothing new.

You cannot be anything new

for even if you should create a new,

this new was there right from

this time,

this new was there right from the dawn

to end of time, already there

prescribed, already

perfectly aligned

Genesis.

So leave your futile attempts

and instead of trying to compete

with the creator

wake up and begin

to navigate the universe itself

It has indeed, all the questions

to all your answers - you do not

have to spend your life in futile

pursuit as to try and make them

up yourself.

(Sweet Lights)

Wandering amongst the stars,

I saw a small dis-illusion

whirling slowly and in shadow night

Sweet light sobriety

encompassed me with fervour

and it spoke and said,

really you should take care of that.

I took it gently by the astral moments

and I sighed it into soft acceptance

of my touch and it was glad

that I was there.

It melted to me and I stroked it

loving nesting here to me,

do come, my little one,

I have the time and space for you

You need not fear the wells

of nevermore for they in truth

are nothing more than ever widening

loving touches in a

place where nothing seems to be

as bright as single suns

and blue flared stars,

there to the right

we see another momentary wonder

starfall streaking bright

and hold on tight!

We slide the ever down yet there’s no end

and it is not until we have descended

for a thousand years that we

begin to understand

how marvellous it was

to finally be freed from all that’s horizontal

and that made the limit of the right and wrong

of tale or song

and ordered to the endless

what seemed to be so fearful

and yet starblessed

if only we had known

what up and down would be,

the lesson graves and gravity

mistakenly imbued and dragged along

instead of sweet remembrance

and the now of clarity -

and angels at my back,

in my hair.

© Silvia Hartmann 2004