A "Way Shower" on a Lost Path
by Pixi

From the earliest times in the Earth's history, the written word has thrilled and inspired.

Mesopotamian clay tablets, the Egyptian hieroglyphs, chiseled in stone by ancient hands, that perhaps knew or knew not that their delicate carvings would act as channels by which the invisible could enter into the realms of the visible.

And what powers the written word contains, each letter has its potency, each sentence a sheer revelation of the higher creative faculties residing in man, capable of capturing the traditions of a century and manifesting in prose the dreams of a nation.

Many of the great writers, past and present, are in fact "way showers" able to commune with unseen realities. They are directly inspired by some higher agency and use their creative abilities to give form and understanding to the incomprehensible.

Is then a reflection of the times that we find our libraries and bookstore shelves littered with works that have only empty stories to tell? Banality is a constancy found in most popular literature whose pages heave with those sad material facts peculiar to common sense and lack the genius that brings to light the fundamental principles quietly hidden beneath the surface of circumstance.

One can only assume that in most individuals, consciousness is in a state of perpetual regression, having rooted itself in superficiality.

What has happened to our publishers, those who sit in the holy of holies in judgmental contemplation? Their energies appear to be focused on the mundane storehouse of treasures they can acquire through the constant outpourings of shallow unoriginal scripts - its a case of feed my bank balance to hell with my mind.

Its a sad fact that minds like the mind of Storm Constantine are a rarity. This is a writer who never appears to force her inspiration, its as if she hears a voice calling to her from a place where the tides of fashion and trend have ceased to ebb and flow, a place where there is only essence. And it is from this fundamental that she has formed the foundation upon which all her work is built.

Popularity denotes an idealised type captured in light for a moment in time, and time, being a constant, will pass away and for a while shine its splendour on some other centre of gravity.

But the pure energies, so vitally alive and met within the pages of a book such as Stealing Sacred Fire, are eternal and can only be understood on the basis of planetary types. Unfortunately these powerful forces will only be recognised by the 'awakened' among us, and since there are so few sufficiently awakened souls close to hand it would be unwise for us to expect the truly gifted writer, who has a vision to share, a genesis to impart, to be top of the best sellers list. The seeds of enlightenment are falling on predominantly infertile soil.

Genius, so far ahead of its time is always overlooked, a perfect melody is eclipsed by the tribal sound of the popular song.

We can only hope that the slow, dreary mechanisms of evolution will eventually awaken those who sleep from their slumber.