I’ve spent some time reading The Occult by Colin Wilson and it’s been reassuring to find that most of the beliefs I’ve had over many years are or have been shared by various peoples over time. No surprise that most of them are from outside Europe – my own experience is of dismissive or condescending attitudes towards beliefs that can’t be backed up by scientific experiments (except for Christianity of course, although the existence of more than one Universe has recently almost been proved by A Man In A Laboratory and is therefore more worthy of being taken seriously). I’ve learnt to be cautious: the possibility of astral travel via dreaming, for instance, is something I’d never even spoken to anyone about due to the closed minds of most people. This doesn’t mean I won’t be exploring such things in future stories – the only safe place I felt I had – but it’s occurred to me that I’m living in the wrong part of the world as far as belief systems go. However, the far west of Britain – Cornwall, Dartmoor or Cumbria – is where I feel centred. It’s where I’m meant to be now, so I can’t see myself leaving. I’ve had a bit more contact recently with writers via the Internet, which has been doing me good, so I don’t see why I can’t make contact with others of a more similar spiritual nature.
After what seems like endless re-writes over several weeks, my two latest short stories – Scar Tissue and Perihelion – are close enough to being finished to be put aside for at least a few days so I can read them more objectively and, hopefully, make final adjustments. Perihelion will probably get (another) new title – In Holes and Corners – as it rests more comfortably with the story. Sometimes several title changes are needed, although I’m finding these days that a simple phrase or word can be enough to inspire an entire story and it will therefore begin with the title. Inevitably, I’ve been hearing a lot of Kate Bush every time I turn the radio on and from my own collection Ariel has again been forming a good backdrop for writing.
Well, Kate’s been leaving the house recently, ha ha! 22 gigs in London, I believe? More power to her. Wish I could see her sit at the piano & play & sing. I’ve been recently getting my head around her latest, 50 Words for Snow.
Once again you’ve reminded me that my copy of Wilson’s The Occult is sitting on my bookshelf waiting to be re-read. With a lovely (read: delightfully lurid) dust jacket as well, I should take a photo & post it for you to see.
50 Words for Snow is next on my list to get – I do like what little I’ve heard of it. The gigs are three hours of incredible music/performance, although I think just her and a piano could’ve worked very well, too. I had a chance to buy tickets but just couldn’t afford it, I dearly wish I could’ve been there.
My copy of The Occult has a fairly ordinary cover – please do let me see the lurid one you have!