Okay, so what’s the best way for a writer to pass the time when he’s recovering from a second heart surgery, research of course! And watching the X-Files on Netflix.
My current line of inquiry has to deal with the relationship between Theosophists and Nazi Occultism. The stuff I’ve found–both on the internet and in legitimate academic papers–is a mix of facts, theory, and myth, as you might expect.
For a fiction writer, all this is pure gold waiting to be harvested. This isn’t a new area for exploration and exploitation by any means. Thousands of books, movies, graphic novels, and plays have been generated with storylines based on the occult, Nazis, or some combination of both.
Typically the Nazis are evil and the occult aspects are sinister, all very stereotype. The challenge is to work the fantastic into a storyline that isn’t just black and white, good versus evil, and set in a world that is both recognizable and empathetic to the human condition.
I have the shell of the basic story written. Every time I turn a corner though, I find some other aspect or avenue to explore, something else to give the story depth and a greater sense of reality.
So now that I have a few days, which I must see as an opportunity and take advantage of, I will keep researching and pushing ahead with the story.
Are you doing the same?
© Copyright 2016 by Kevin Fraleigh.
If it weren’t for humankind’s love for politics and general disdain for Divine Wisdom, most of humanity would be living in the Kingdom by now. The spiritual understanding of apotheosis is ‘dumbed down’ by those who love the flesh and the distractions of the world.
That is the essential difference between the intent of Theosophy and a profane result (Nazism) when it is stolen by egoism.
Therefore, this perennial warning is pertinent to every generation: “….But watch yourselves, or your hearts will be weighed down by dissipation, drunkenness, and the worries of life—and that day will spring upon you suddenly like a snare…” –Saint Luke
From the poet, Kabir:
The whole world
is enthralled by Maya;
this same Maya
has drowned whole families.
O man, how did you wreck
your raft in such a wide, clear place?
Because you broke away from Hari,
and hooked on Maya.
Gods and men burn;
the fire blazes.
Water is so near,
yet the beasts don’t drink.
By meditating, by meditating,
the water sprang forth,
“That water is pure,”
says Kabir.