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Dianne Perea: Why I Write
(Inner Healing and a Return to Pure Self)

When I write, something mystical happens to me that I can only explain as becoming opened and closed at the same time. I see and hear nothing around me, yet I perfectly hear everything inside of me. One might say I go into a kind of trance when I write, for there is a required stillness I need in order to hear that faint, inner voice. There is something hypnotic about the feeling of my fingers on the keyboard and watching my mind’s thoughts appear as words on the screen as I type them. I feel my mind and my soul begin to intertwine, like two hands clasping together, and the intellectual, factual points meld with the heart’s emotions to form one complete story that appeals to both sides of the brain.

For me, writing breaks down every wall and barrier and allows human
connections to form on a higher dimension, connections that otherwise might never have. I like to take ordinary topics, ideas, and subjects and make them extraordinary just by simply looking at them from a new angle or perspective. I write with the
hope that something I say will make others think twice about something,
laugh, ponder, cry, or just say to themselves, “That was worth my time to read.”

I write to live. Writing is literally one of my lifelines, the creative outlet my brain
absolutely requires in order to know its voice is not being ignored by my
body’s ever-demanding needs. For me, writing is the open doorway to my
soul, my mind, to my very essence. For others, it’s painting, music, acting
or theater that take people to the open doorway to their soul. Three years ago, I went to a movie and saw the open doorway of an actor bearing his soul on the screen, something I had never seen an actor do to this degree in a movie, an act that was so brave and courageous, it shook me to my core. I will never meet this actor, yet what he did inspired me so much, it changed my life in dramatic and lasting ways. This actor is my great unsung hero in my life and it is my greatest hope is that my writing might touch people the way this actor’s screen performance touched mine.

This silent and intimate soul-to-soul connection between people who most
likely will never meet face-to-face is why I strive to bare my soul and not
hold anything back when I write. If my writing can affect even one person
the way this actor did mine, then I feel have done something good for
another human being in this world. There is no greater feeling than this.

Today, I am a seeker of truths and on a mission to help others awaken.

Two years ago, something happened to me that I can only explain as a kind of awakening from a haze that was my everyday life. Though this may sound strange, the embers of my true self that were barely flickering deep within me were set aflame when I went to see a movie, The Phantom of the Opera. I wasn’t expecting this experience, which is why in part I think it happened. It was as if Gerry Butler, the actor who played the Phantom, reached right into my soul during his performance and whispered in my ear,

“Dianne…hello…it’s me. It’s time for you to wake up now.. You’ve been asleep for a very long time. There are a lot of people here waiting for you. We’re so glad you’re here.”

I left the theatre crying and with the most throbbing headache I’ve ever had. My world seemed totally new to me, as if I were seeing things for the very first time…reborn. I began a slow but steady process of remembering my true and pure self and shifting my life in ways that would get my mind and body back together with my inner spirit.

My writing is the creative outlet I have been struggling to find for so many years and it is my hope that those who read my stories will sense a kind of kindred connection and perhaps begin their own awakening experience.

Listen to the whispers that your soul might be trying to tell you and trust what these messages are. My writing comes from deep within my soul, or as my dearest friend calls it, “soul poems.” All these stories began from a tiny, faint whisper.

Kindred Spirits, truth seekers, I welcome you. Blessings, love and brilliant, white, healing light to you. May you learn to trust the whispers of the voice of your inner spirit, your purest soul, whispers that are trying to help you along your journey toward your truest and happiest self.

sdperea@comcast.net

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