Masonic and Illuminati symbolism has fascinated me….yes, the all Seeing Eye and the Unfinished Pyramid. My asemic signature has evolved through time….I have engulfed it with the Christian esotericism ….Yes, Christ is more valuable than the secret societies. In my signature, there’s the Alpha and the Omega ….the verse in the Bible which says: ‘I am the beginning and the end’ There’s also the cross which means take up the cross and follow me. There’s also the sign of the fish …..again used symbolically for Christians of the early church…Yes, truth is stranger than fiction.
Today was a hectic day and I traveled to a place which is 200 Kilometers away to bring my autistic son from a heal autistic school. The good thing that happened to him was he had learnt to cycle effortlessly. He was having problems coordinating his left and right hemisphere.
We were traveling through the Vembanad Kayal (backwaters) the most beautiful place in Kerala. The Kayal is rich in the proliferation of birds. It is said that the Siberian Crane visits here during winter and then flies all the way to Siberia. The Kayal is scenic and beautiful for foreigners. We can rent houseboats and explore all of the Kayal. Hordes of ducks float in the water like a drunk who is tipsy. I don’t have the cash to rent a boat but one day I hope I can. The Vembanad Kayal is a paradise on earth.
I am wondering philosophically why Freud fragmented the brain into three monsters—the ID, the Ego and the super Ego. Are we not wholesome beings created by God. If we have to follow the Freudian view we have to balance the ID with Ego and the Superego. And that balance is by no means simple. Why should be complicate life? We think with minds that are whole. Is life a libidinal psyche of the Oedipal complex? Freud was madly obsessed with the sexual drives. How can a child associate himself with loving his mother and hating his mother? Emotional bonding and giving love, care and affection is the most possible human view which develops to a well grounded personality.
I would also like to introduce Derrida’s binary divide. Binary is a term in which texts divide and marginalize people. For example White is privileged over black and colored. A Derridian reading of a text is uncover marginalization which occurs in texts. Here I would like to introduce a new term called Binary Fusions. Binary fusions remove barriers of prejudice and promote to the democracy of reading texts. I would like to use an example from the Bible: God hates the sin but loves the sinner. He—Christ was mocked, taunted and crucified for giving me a passage to heaven. Jazz is the heart of a poem, an allegory for the synthesis of black culture and universal in popularity. Mind and body should be syncretized into mature harmony.
August 1st 2019
Today was a slow paced day without nothing much happening in my life. I am a happy go lucky person not worrying much about what will happen tomorrow. I live my life trusting God Jehovah Jesus. He knows all my needs and he will bless me and give me his favor.
I took a few classes and really speaking I am fed up of teaching. I want to spend my future days writing and traveling to places. I am very fond of South East Asia and the Scandinavian Countries. I hope I can a significant sum of money by playing the lottery. I want to indulge all my senses into a muse of feeling. The passions of my soul are deep and they form an artistic tapestry. Poems live in my heart and are melodious to the soul. I always question myself as to why I should write. Writing is a Sun and Moon of beauty. Writing is a culture of art. Writing is the music of poetry. Birds fly on the page and their pen are wings in flight. I am a Christian liberal a one possessed by the Joy of finding Christ and trying so hard to abide in his will. God Jehovah Jesus will weather me through all the storms of life. Writing is the unveiling of the unconscious. Writing is a trope, a painting of words. I have decided to find the meaning of life as a creative writer. I am always asking the question: what of writing? What is writing? Writing is an art of the fugue in expression. Writing is the melody of birds in flight. Writing is a peaceful poem. The meaning of life is unraveled through writing. As a meaning: writing purposive. An artist is a purposist. Writing has a value and that is called Valuableization. My writing is a new writing of existential philosophy. Ontology shifts to a purposeality. We are valuablizaed individuals with God’s karma to live on this planet earth. Writing is also anecdotal or ironic presentation of life in irony. Through writing the meaning of the self in uncovered. Writing is poetic prose. Beauty is uncovered as a poem that moves gently across the sky. Through writing, the meaning of life is understood. Writing is a release of libidinal joys. Writing is the experience of the angst and using the faith of God to transcend it. Writing is a poem of art. Writing serenades as angels in flight. Writing blossoms a garden. Writing is Mozart’s Hallelujah. Writing is a musical garden where poets play their harps. Writing is pure passion of bequeathing sentiments of feeling. Writing is the emotion of the heart. Writing is a memoir of being captive. Writing is the joy of art in expression. Writing finds the self of meaning. Writing is a caring self. Writing is a loving self. Writing transcends the self into an art of meaning.
I have started a new genre of writing called as Philosophical Fiction. Philosophical Fiction represents the savory Biryani (rice mixed with meat and vegetables. Philosophical Fiction aims to created an art-novel with dissemination of ideas. In one sense, it is a written painting with the splurge of colors that a encompassed by a maverick novelist it. Tropes in the novel bear a highest degree of art. Some tropes used are metaphors, similes, metonyms, synecdoche, oxymoron, zeugma, rhetorical question and many others forms. Some examples are: Picasso howls on a Cubist canvas. Beethoven melodies electric sandwiches. Beauty thy figure is a trope. The students filtered out of the classroom in hullaballoo. Marx’s religion is dead. The sea is tranquil and violent. Pearls twinkled in the sky. Both James and his religion died. The warlock’s earrings twinkled like a bell. Oh Democracy: what crimes are committed in thy name. Shame is fractured in a skin that’s repentant.
Again Philosophical Fiction distills ideas. Here I am starting from the Existential Philosophy of atheistic nihilism. For them life has no meaning and living is a chaotic absurdity. I am creating in my fiction a philosophy called as value ontology. I affirm that life has a meaning and purpose and we are living and leading our lives as purposists with a philosophy of Valeuablization. I shift my ontological perspectives to a constructivism. I adhere to the view of life being preciousness.
Again Philosophical encompasses character sketches. Character sketches are resonances of the soul. Yes, Characters indulge in the libidinal beauty of the soul. Characters leave ashes of existential fetishes. Characters are liberated narcissists. In Philosophical fiction character’s inner consciousness is given more importance and purpose. Characters dance in the eclecticism of the pen. Little value is given to physical looks.
Plot in fiction belongs to the old genre of fiction the who -done -it novels. There are only two plots in fiction, one a narrative plot and the other a symbolic plot. In a narrative plot the reader knows what is happening but the characters don’t. In a symbolic plot, the readers are kept in the dark and learn to identify the plot in the end
The narrative device which is popular in Philosophical Fiction is the streams of consciousness dialogue. Everyday incidents and trivialities are narrated with the style of epiphany. Here is an example: Oh Psyche—your wings are in celestial rhythm—how you dance, a soul come alive—you are a monument of beauty—you are a symphony come true—there now you perch on tree—what profound thoughts of beauty, you generate—you dance for the soul to delight—you offspring of poems—you music of prose—you are angel forming a pulchritude to the eyes—I am gazing at you— I am filled with joy and my passions running high.
Today the clouds were angry, wet and sullen ….Day remained austere …clouds were pouring sentimental poems.
Lots of thoughts are crowding mind all fragmented. It is not my real self that is writing but a fictional self. What is the fictional self? Politically speaking, it’s the voice of post-colonial literature. Culturally speaking it embraces the liberal theology of Christianity and the moorings of occidental culture. Autobiographically speaking, it is a fragmented self with its desire to live in Bali, the enchanting island of Indonesia. The self is a fictional bard of sharing romance and passion. The fictional self tries to interpret Biblical Literature. The fictional self is fond of the clove cigarettes of Indonesia. It is also fond of roast duck (bebek), sambal (a mixture of lime, shallot and chilies) and grilled fish (ikan). The fictional love is fond of giving love and sharing love. It’s an escapist fanatic filled with wanderlust for places. Yes, the sights, smells and colors of exotic places like Bali fascinate the self. The fictional self is the mirror of existence. It is a passion of the soul, a delicacy recipe. Time moves in a dream as a slow wandering pace. I am fond of Jazz, Gospel and rock music. Time is flowing in the art of streams of consciousness. Yes, the writer James Joyce was a master of it. The writer Salman Rushdie transforms historical events into fiction into an ambiguous fictional language. I am a writer passionately seeking the art of transforming fiction into and epitome of pure art. Words dance colors, play music of sounds, and be a recipe of smells. Writing is a curious and enigmatic process of inter-textuality. Writing makes cultures into the exotic. Words are muses playing with fire. Words are mermaids singing in the ocean depths. Words are bards wandering across the earth. Words are the romance of the earth. Words are the halo of angels singing. Autobiography is the mirror of existence. Passion flows as river from the passionate pen.
God and Art
When we start to think of the meaning: what is art: we might end up in ambiguity. Here I would be specific and use the term of art to visual things or paintings. In this article I would like to fuse the various schools of art and relate it all to the most supreme God Jehovah Jesus.
God is the most magnificent realist. With the ethos of skill and with talent of art, he has crafted the universe with the billions of galaxies, the stars and the cosmic black holes. He has created the Heavens and the Earth. He has also created all that flies and all that swims, also all that walk on land and also the depths of the oceans. He has also as an artist he has made man and woman in his own image. After the fall when man became sexually aware of sin, he gave them the beauty of sex to make man and woman united as one fruit. Sex is the most beautiful form of art to be conjugally procreated. In spite of the fallen Adam and Eve, he blessed them with the blessedness of being united as one fruit.
What is impressionism? In art it’s the hazy scattering of colors on the canvas. Where is God standing as an impressionistic artist? The dawn of dawn and dusk with a brilliant display of colors is classic example of heavenly impressionism. The artists have merely copied this from the sky. Yes, Van Gogh’s painting: the scattering of seeds by a farmer comes from the parables told by Jesus. Even Gauguin’s painting where do we come from and where do we go bears the story of the cosmic literature of creation and destiny.
Cubism is associated with the art maestro Picasso. Notable is his Guernica. How can we field God as Cubist. The shapes that the clouds take are abstract and relate to the extravagance of God being a Cubist. God has brilliantly portrayed the sky with fantasy of cubist art.
Surrealism is related to Dali. God has populated the night sky with an adornment of stars that twinkle in the gossip of mirth and that forms a classical example of surrealism. Watching the flowing brook is another example of being in tune with nature. So too we feel a cathartic joy when we see mist rising up from the Hills.
Yes, God Jehovah Jesus is an artist par excellence.