Standing on the edge of the hill, looking out over the city across the bay; more and more lights coming on as the sun sets, the light in the sky darkens and the colors deepen...
There s a screech owl in a branch immediately above my head, calling to a mate in a nearby tree. A sudden flurry of sinew and air as he flies across my path to her. In this moment, all my senses are alive with the magic of the place and time. I don't want to move, though it's cold and getting colder.
Stay with me in this place, and hear my words.
I've been thinking about something lately... cooking it like a long simmering stew. The meat isn't falling tenderly off the bones yet, but the flavor is distinct enough to share a taste & the fragrance is intoxicating. It has something to do with a new kind of creative expression, a new genre. Something I've been imagining for many years is beginning to take form in me, although the form it's taking is nothing like I imagined when I first heard the call as a child, knowing I wanted to be a writer when I grew up.
For a while now I've identified this new genre I want to produce as 'transformative fiction'. In a way that term doesn't work to describe something 'new', since fiction has been working its transformative magic on readers since the earliest alchemical touch between marker and mark ... but now the possibilities of form have expanded and the transformation we can envision has itself been transformed. Nothing less than a collective leap in consciousness is required; a practical grasp of the unity that underlies all things; a way to reach the world's heart and open our minds to the gift of humanity and the natural world, to the light that suffuses all life.
What I'm beginning to see with more clarity is the awakening of a new medium. I've been honing words, visualizing images... Previously I imagined I would write and paint this vision of mine, but as I go deeper into this new erotic electronic world which gives me my livelihood, I am seeing new horizons. The realization begins to emerge that all things are possible within a creative medium that lends itself to the total recreation of reality and allows multiple senses to enter into a narrative chorus of sight, sound and story.
In Second Life, they talk about the social & pscyhological implications of creating the “world we dream of” before it manifests in the “real” world. The 'transformative fiction' I'm envisioning works with this same set of ideas and creative principles... I'm looking at the possibility of linking the mind and the body in new ways, of opening new views in our collective neurostructure ... making space for transformation - the "great turning" or paradigm shift that many people feel is crucial for humanity's continued survival.
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