Owning My Words
“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.” -Bernard M. Maruch
“Where’s your will to be weird?”– Jim Morrison
Writing is hard. Words don’t always flow. It demands major self-discipline, and at times, is an incredibly lonely adventure. I write about extraordinary experiences, including many of my own. My stories are extremely personal, and often require baring my very soul on a piece of paper. This creates it’s very own challenge-how to write fearlessly. To own my words, regardless of how others may perceive them.
Extraordinary experiences include near-death experiences, out-of-body experiences, past-life memories, unidentified aerial phenomena, all things paranormal, moments of transcendence, aspects of spirituality, quantum physics, metaphysics, etc. In other words, subject matter, that at is best, is considered alternative; at its least, wacky, weird, unbelievable, anti-religious, and/or just plain crazy.
It is unfortunate that societal and cultural norms prejudge writers of my genre as odd, bizarre, and/or peculiar. Possessing the ability to experience alternate realities is a unique quality; yet it is far from an “abnormal” trait.
People like me feel and act differently because we are wired that way. We simply can’t help being who we are. We are not crazy or ‘woo-woo’, we merely have an inherent personality type.
I must write about such experiences; they are my life, the very foundation of who I am. Not writing about them would be a disservice to my soul, the essence of my being. I refuse to hide who I am, to stifle my “differentness”. Most people do not understand what I write or why I write it. Others are offended, indignant, or highly judgmental.
For years I was afraid to have a voice. To write my words without being ridiculed. To be proud of my education in Metaphysics. I’ve been laughed at, scorned, ignored, and even called ‘Satanic.’ Really.
It’s been a long, hard road to write without the fear of ridicule. It took me decades to not only accept, but to proudly OWN my uniqueness. I no longer feel like a freak, outcast, or weirdo. I’m fully aware that most people view me as “woo-woo” or “out there.”
When I’m asked “In what field do you hold your Doctorate? I answer, “Metaphysical Science.” I typically receive the following responses and/or behaviors: 1. A questioning individual’s eyes nearly pop out of their head, while their mouth simultaneously gapes open, nearly to the point of drooling. When the person finally gathers his senses, he manages to stammer...what, what, what did you say? 2. I get the eye-narrowing, mouth tightening, angry stare down-with absolutely no commentary, followed by a loud huff of disapproval. 3. The individual squeaks out ‘oh’, turns his back, and walks away as fast as his legs will carry him.
I am exaggerating to inject some humor, but not as much as you may think. However, I no longer care what others think. I’m wired differently, and that’s fine by me.
I resonate with the words of author Donna Lynn Hope:
"The most interesting people are the unusual. No one writes about or discusses the average, the ordinary, or the common; they write about and discuss the weird, the mad and the different, so if you are one, even though the opinions of others are of no importance, you are, in their eyes, significant to notice and remember”.
If we speak from our hearts, from our souls, our words are bound to be authentic. They may not be the ‘norm’, but they are ours.
It takes courage and resilience to follow a different path-to write about subject matter that will most likely be judged, ignored, or unread. It’s also incredibly freeing to focus on doing my own ‘thing.’ The 'thing' that brings me joy.
I have always wondered if the adage, as we get older we stop caring what people think, is true. To a large degree, it is. Obviously, this has helped me overcome the fear of truly being myself, personally, and on paper. Yet, it is more about speaking my truth, and being honest about who I am. This is why I write.