How to write the Story, that speaks to your Audience.

The invisible becomes visible. In the summer of 2003, leading up to the Iraq war, a freelance reporter laying on the grass in New York City central park was burden with his indecision on how to approach his next Anti War story. He had been carrying a heavyweight in his heart for days about government view of direct action and the opposing antiwar intervention. Laying of the soft grass in New York City Central Park, he wondered what is he going to write about this time. The airwaves were overwhelmed with war propaganda and human rights stories that make his head hurt. I need to dream up a new and fresh way of speaking to my audiences, construct stories that speak to the consciousness of the people, he thought to himself. He had written several articles about the heightened emotions on both sides of the issue, and he is tired of it. Tired of The Same Predictable Script: The next writing assignment he hopes would not blemish his reputation, but take a different view that is worthy of reading. He felt he needs to shift his reader's perception of war from a reactionary view to a psychological perspective. What would the topic be, he asked himself. He had researched the different ideas on both sides, listen to military advisors, expert protectors, and government officials express their expertise on the war issue, and they were all spinning the same predictable script. No one had any original thoughts or ideas to share on how to stop the madness. He felt weighted down with so many of the same with no new insight from which he could begin. He needed a new and fresh inspiring headline that would deliver new thoughts on the subject of war intervention. Syntom of Indecision: Still laying on the soft central park grass shared by several other people nearby, he pandered about his readers and how he could deliver something different to them other than the norm. Then, he began to feel stiffness in his solar plexus area. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and try to relax his body on the ground, but now he was feeling a shape pain in his chest. He raises himself to a seating position, straight his arms to the side, chest pushes forward, lift his face to the bright sunny sky and exhale through his mouth in relieved. After a few inhaling and exhaling, the pain subsided a bit. This anxiety attack with soreness in his chest was not the first time he had experienced this. His doctor friend already told him that he needs to take it easy and learn to let go of things that stress him. The Imagination of a Writer: Now relaxing in the sitting position with his eyes closed and feeling the warm sun on his face, he remembers a seen in the play "Raisin in the Sun" he saw many moons ago. Written by Lorraine Hansberry and debuted in 1959. A story of a black family experiences in Chicago as they attempt to better themselves with an insurance payout following the death of the family father. In the scene where the son Walter pressure his mother to give him a portion of the money to invest in a business and end up losing it all. His sister Beneatha went into a rage, confounded her brother, cursing him while he was in deep shame and feeling worthless. The mother painfully reminded her daughter that this is the time when she must love your brother, even more, when he is down and loss of hope. I got it, he said to himself, as his imagination dance with the idea of love. Forgiving to make room for love: I will write about forgiveness in a way that is worthy of reading. Not to excuse anyone, but to make room for the courage to love, how to let go of heavy thoughts, and recognize the love of creation in every human being on this planet. I will write about how to love deeply even in the depts of chaos. How do can I love everyone he asked himself? This thought burst in his head. "There is only one love, one divine creation; therefore, we are one." The conversation continued. The invisible make visible. The hidden thoughts of war make visible is the projection of collective thoughts of everyone on both sides of the issue. Whether you are for or against war, we all contribute to the invisible thought waves that permeate the nation's consciousness. When you say, I am against war; your thoughts are about war. When you say I defend my country right to defend and protect its interest, you are afraid of losing something, maybe even your way of life, you are contributing to the idea consciously or unconsciously. There is no escaping the emotion of war except through the power of forgiveness. Writing your truth to paper: Damn, he said to himself, and reach into his backpack for his notepad and pen, and began to quickly chock down his thoughts before they float away with the wind. Forgiveness is about the acknowledgment of love, and the practice of it without condition, or the need to define it. It is about forgiving yourself, and everyone who is attached to the event that you felt the need to address. Forgiveness is relieving your thoughts of a particular subject to make room within for a different conversation. The day when the headline reads something like this; "This is my dream." We are one family living in a world of our conscious imagination, where the embodiment of love is the foundation of our collective reality. We are one having uncounterable experiences. Nations people need the source of love, like the many brands of a tree that depend on their root for nutrients.

In the summer of 2003, leading up to the Iraq war, a freelance reporter laying on the grass in New York City central park was burden with his indecision on how to approach his next Anti War story. He had been carrying a heavyweight in his heart for days about government view of direct action and the opposing antiwar intervention. Laying of the soft grass in New York City Central Park, he wondered what is he going to write about this time.

I need to dream up a new and fresh way of speaking to my audiences, construct stories that speak to the consciousness of the people, he thought to himself.
He had written several articles about the heightened emotions developing in his country, and he had no desire to continue writing about the same.

Tired of The Same Predictable Script

The next writing assignment he hopes would not blemish his reputation, but take a different view that is worthy of reading. He felt he needs to shift his reader’s perception of war from a reactionary view to a psychological perspective. What would the topic be, he asked himself.

He had researched the different ideas on both sides, listen to military advisors, expert protectors, and government officials express their expertise on the war issue, and they were all spinning the same predictable script.
No one had any original thoughts or ideas to share on how to stop the madness.

Symptom of Indecision

He felt weighted down with so many of the same with no new insight from which he could begin. He needed a new and fresh inspiring headline that would deliver new thoughts on the subject of war intervention.

Still laying on the soft central park grass shared by several other people nearby, he pandered about his readers and how he could deliver something different to them other than the norm. Then, he began to feel stiffness in his solar plexus area. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and try to relax his body on the ground, but now he was feeling a shape pain in his chest.

He raises himself to a seating position, straight his arms to the side, chest pushes forward, lift his face to the bright sunny sky and exhale through his mouth in relieved. After a few inhaling and exhaling, the pain subsided a bit. His doctor had already warned him about his anxiety and advice him to take it easy and learn to let go.

The Imagination of a Writer

The imaginary mind

Now relaxing in the sitting position with his eyes closed and feeling the warm sun on his face, he remembers a seen in the play “Raisin in the Sun” he saw many moons ago. Written by Lorraine Hansberry and debuted in 1959.

A story of a black family experiences in Chicago as they attempt to better themselves with an insurance payout following the death of the family father.

In the scene where the son Walter pressure his mother to give him a portion of the money to invest in a business and end up losing it all. His sister Beneatha went into a rage, confounded her brother, cursing him while he was in deep shame and feeling worthless.

The mother painfully reminded her daughter that this is the time when she must love her brother, even more, when he is down and feeling hopeless.

Forgiving to make room for love

I will write next story about forgiveness.

I got it! he said to himself. I will write about forgiveness in a way that is worthy of reading. Not to excuse anyone, but to make room for the courage to love, how to let go of heavy thoughts, and recognize the love of creation in every human being on this planet.

I will write about how to love deeply even in the depts of chaos.
How do can I love everyone he asked himself?
This thought burst in his head. “There is only one love, one divine creation; The invisible made visible.

The invisible made visible.

The hidden thoughts of war make visible is the collective thoughts of everyone objecting views on both sides of the issue.
Whether you are for or against war, we all contribute to the invisible thought waves that permeate the nation’s consciousness.
When you say, I am against war; your thoughts are about war.

When you say I defend my country right to defend and protect its interest, you are afraid of losing something, maybe even your way of life, you are contributing to the idea consciously or unconsciously.

There is no escaping the emotion of war except through the power of forgiveness.

Writing your truth feelings

Damn, he said to himself, and reach into his backpack for his notepad and pen, and began to quickly chock down his thoughts before they float away with the wind.
Forgiveness is about the acknowledgment of love, and the practice of it without condition, or the need to define it.

This is my dream

Forgiveness is relieving your thoughts of a particular subject to make room within for a different conversation. The day when the headline reads something like this;

This is my dream

“This is my dream.” We are one family living in a world of our conscious imagination, where the embodiment of love is the foundation of our collective reality. We are one having uncounterable experiences.

Nations people need the source of love, like the many brands of a tree that depend on their root for nutrients.

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