Louisa Simpson

“The limit is not the sky. The limit is your mind.” Wim Hof

I have been suffering on and off with writer’s block for the final book in my trilogy. I have written just over half of it, and I keep coming to a juddering stop, with a blank mind as to how to move it forward. It has been in attempting to overcome this that I have come to really think about the issue of the limitations of our minds.

I’m not going to put any spoilers in here, but one of the ways in which I seek to overcome writer’s block usually is through meditation. I ask myself the question as to how I can move forward with the story, meditate for around 15 minutes and usually the ideas start flowing. I often finish the meditation completely enthused and fired up for the continuation of the story. And this time has, largely, been no exception. I’ve had the ending of the book – and the trilogy – in my mind for a while now, I just didn’t know how to get to it from where I was in the book. I did a meditation, and the ideas just came to me. As soon as I finished the meditation, I started writing them down excitedly. And, by and large, I am really happy with them and know how to take them forward. Indeed, I started writing again, and it flowed.

Until I looked at one of the very specific ideas, and I came to another stop. I felt resistance inside me in taking it forward though I knew the idea had come from a place inside of me. I was in an internal conflict. On one hand, it seemed too fantastical and difficult to believe, while on the other hand there was this voice in my head saying ‘yes, but it’s fiction, the fantastical is allowed’. But I still felt this resistance. When that happens, I journal. I write through the problem until I am free writing and usually coming up with, if not an answer, then an explanation. This time, I came up with both.

For me with free writing, you have to write through your egoic mind’s response to the issue. And in this instance, my egoic mind was saying ‘yes, it is a bit too far-fetched, it needs to be struck out completely’ with the rationale that while it is a piece of fiction, there is a message in my writing that I would like readers to at least listen to. They don’t need to take it on board or agree with it completely, but I would like them to at least take it into consideration. I felt that, if I included this idea, it would somehow lessen the message because the idea is rather ‘out there’. Then, I clearly pushed through the egoic mind to the free writing because the response I had for myself was ‘why’? Why is it fanciful? What’s to say it isn’t, in fact, true? Open your mind to the possibility. So, I did some research into the idea (it isn’t my fanciful notion, it’s a well-known topic), and began to think – actually, what is to say it isn’t true? It could be. Equally, it might not be, but dismissing it out of hand as I did was closed mind thinking.

I realised that I was seeing the topic as society had conditioned me to – as though it was a ridiculous notion that it could be true. This despite the fact that there are many people in the world who do believe it to be true. That I was having, in effect, a very egoic approach to it rather than one that was led by my soul. That I was believing what I was being told by others rather than asking myself what my beliefs are. I have realised that I’ve done this a lot in my life, allowed a set way of thinking that has usually been determined in my childhood to colour how I see things. Issues such as politics, views about the wealthy, and views about the unexplained. With regard to the latter, where the media has decried attempts to explain the apparently inexplicable, I have followed the media line. I haven’t questioned, and have accepted the view that those who push these ideas are ‘crackpot’. To be ridiculed for their beliefs. I’m not proud of this at all, especially as it includes a level of judgement I am uncomfortable with along with a narrow-minded view.

I was encouraged during my free writing to explore the idea of opening my mind. Of being curious and of embracing some of those apparently ‘crackpot’ ideas as having at least a kernel of truth. That something within what is being said by others may have a basis in truth. To use my peripheral vision rather than seeing the world through the narrow prism I had been, a more tunnel vision. It’s part of seeing beyond the veil, or seeing beyond the matrix. Forming my own views on a subject rather than having them dictated to me by the media. I remember (trying) to read a book about quantum physics where the author talked about the fact that early quantum physicists struggled to find grants and funding for their work because it went against the traditional view of physics, and challenged beliefs that large corporations had a vested interest in keeping entrenched. So, the traditional physicists were funded to, essentially, tear down the work of the early quantum physicists. Similarly, I watched a YouTube video of a doctor extolling the virtues of fasting on the body. How it literally regenerates you. There is also an added bonus of weight loss. And the doctor explained that he struggled to get his research funded because of the vested interests of the food and diet industries in making sure people didn’t fast but continued to eat over-processed food.

This is then extended into the pharmaceutical industry who have no interest in the long-term health benefits of fasting being made public, nor for people to do it. Because their business model is predicated on people being sick – thereby creating a reactive rather than proactive medical system though the latter is more cost-effective in the long-term – and on people remaining sick. And if that isn’t sufficient, the pharmaceutical companies then creates issues that can be medicalised, using their considerable financial clout to fund organisations and people who can whip up a frenzy in something that can be ‘solved’ using medication. I spent many years with the reality of this situation not occurring to me, and now I’m peeking behind the veil I’m seeing more and more of how we are being kept in the Matrix.

So, I was tasked by my Higher Self to think more openly. To think bigger. To consider that, perhaps, the things I used to think were a bit mad might actually be true. Because if you can accept that we are being encouraged to be sick and remain so to keep large corporations in business, really anything is possible. To think that magic and miracles are out there, that things have happened that we have no knowledge of but which doesn’t mean they haven’t happened. That there is a massive, vast, infinite universe out there – and we think that we haven’t been impacted by it. That we are somehow separate to it, and not in any way under its direction.

The other day, I heard about Google’s quantum computer and how AI was programmed to recreate the big bang and to show how it would end. That AI recreated it, then collapsed it to demonstrate the end of the universe, only for it to recreate it because the end had caused a quantum consciousness which was the observer effect. Which recreated the universe again. So, to my very simple mind in these matters, there had to have been an observer quality all along for the universe to have been created in the first instance. An infinite intelligence. And if that is actually the case, with Earth not being formed for billions of years after the universe was formed, why would we think for a moment we are the only living creatures in that universe? We might be the only ones who have evolved in the way we have, to look the way we do. But that doesn’t mean we are the only living things in the universe (and no, my books aren’t about aliens!). If you listen to and read the media, of course we are for the most part and any other notion is usually roundly condemned as laughable. But open your mind a bit, peek behind the veil and you have to question that conclusion.

Like many writers, I don’t always know how my story is going to pan out exactly. I write, I guess, from my Higher Self quite often. I don’t even always remember what I have written until I re-read it. Certainly, my own writing has surprised me at times with the direction it has taken. On that basis, then, I am going to pursue this ‘mad’ idea and see where it takes me. See how I feel it fits in with the book.

More generally, though, I am now making a conscious effort to see things from a more open perspective. To consider that, just maybe, what appears to be fantastical is actually true. And the story that has been told to ridicule it is, in fact, the falsehood.