Brian,     

I am nearly sixty four years old.  I have been writing since 2016, with no intention of ever publishing. In 2017, my best friend, who had been in remission from terminal malignant melanoma, was finally able to convince me to join him at the Oregon Health Sciences University Men’s Cancer Survivor writing group.  His name was Marty C.(died Sept. 11, 2017 through a Death With Dignity process), a most intelligent, insightful man, and the best listener that I have ever met.     

Marty had a recurrence of his melanoma, and it had metastasis to the brain, and other places.  He had successful surgery, yet, somehow, I knew that he was going to die.  I joined with him in June of 2017 in the writing group, which he had belonged for close to four years. I am also a melanoma survivor, but, so far, mine has no metastasis. 

Marty and I had a “psychic attunement”.  Together, we experienced a true Miracle of Life, and I was able to experience some events that few people have experienced, let alone can write about.  I wrote about, not only spiritual realization, but of the potential for the seemingly miraculous capabilities of the human mind and heart.  I had touched and had been led by powers much greater than myself, and powers that I did not adequately understand, let alone have the capacity to write about.  Yet, through Marty, I brought aspects of that experience into words.      

Marty’s statement to me was that

“Bruce, getting you to join me in the writing group, and for you to finally become willing to share your creativity is the best thing that I ever did in my life”. 

Wow, for a successful, though dying, man to say that to me blew my mind, because no one else in my life, save my wife, had any interest in my writings.      

How do I carry on that legacy?   

A teaching has resulted.  The teaching infuriates my remaining best friends, for it threatens some well established opinions that other friends of mine have thought “sacred”.  My friend Gary  S., who established the Institute for World Peace in Portland, thought that I had “lost my way” and claimed that the Dalai Lama would not approve of my message.  My remaining other male best friend, Jim H., a sort of Byron Katy adherent, thought that my unique take on life was only that, and contrasted too much with his own understanding.  My friends on Facebook stopped reading my posts when I started posting chapters,to the point that I finally closed my account because the people that I knew were just not interested.     

I kept at the writing, because I would die if I did not.  In March of 2017, I had a decision to make. The message that I heard was that if I did not finally share my message with the world, I also would soon die.  I begged my wife, who is a published writer, to carry my message to the world, because I did not have the competency, and it was beyond my capacity to carry it, but she would not, so I continue on my personal writing adventure.

I attended a Hay House workshop earlier this year, and got the pep talk.  Reid Tracy indicated that works of my nature DO NOT SELL, there are no profits for prophets, but if I had three minute meditations for transcendence, or a new celery drink that I can write 172 pages about, I might have a winner.  What the Fuck?   I submitted a proposal to two book publishers, one local, and they just don’t get it.  I have nobody in my diminishing group of friends and family who are interested in my work, and I would have to travel far around me to even give away 50 copies, let alone to sell them.      

I have written some of the most profound works that I have ever seen, but, apparently, it is a personal profundity, with little relation or relevancy to those in my world, who are already well established in their own points of view.  Nobody can see me for who I now am, or the message that I now have to deliver, save my wife.

I almost died because of my own participation in the conspiracy of silence, a silence that our culture has adopted that allows us to collectively not reach for the stars, but instead accept something less as the best experience that we can have.  Well, less than the best spells doom for me, but other people define “the best” differently for themselves, They certainly do not enjoy my writing style. 

My own sister, who loves me dearly, could not even get halfway through the first chapter of one particular proposal,saying it was a little heavy in the intellectual department.  That is kind of funny, because most of the material is straight from my life and my heart, with spiritual interpretation as well as some Biblical reference to give the message a context that others might be able to relate to.   I am NOT religious, though I plough forward on my unique spiritual path.  And so I write.  And so my world could care less, which is pretty standard, I think.

Brian, self-publishing has no value to me, who would I sell to?  I do not need or want money, I just have a message, with fruitage that is dying on the vine, because there is something not being communicated by me, or not acceptable to those who views are pretty established, and probably grounded in the opinions of others that they respect more, such as the Dalai  Lama, Eckert Tolle, etc.. 

I do not want to become yet another minstrel of the truth, hawking my point of view, and hoping for a few scraps of acceptance from others.    The Miracle found me, yet I am at a loss as to what to do about it. 

So I write, and I delay my own death.  I was hoping to delay the deaths of others, as well, having lost most of my friends and family to its finality already due to disease, dysfunction., and early death  This is what I write about, too.
Blessings to you,

Bruce Paulln

Categories: Musings

Bruce

Presently, I am 67 years old, and I am learning how to live the life of a retired person. I am married to Sharon White, a retired hospice nurse, and writer. Whose Death Is It Anyway-A Hospice Nurse Remembers Sharon is a wonderful friend and life partner of nearly 30 years. We have three grandsons through two of Sharon's children. I am not a published writer or poet. My writings are part of my new life in retirement. I have recently created a blog, and I began filling it up with my writings on matters of recovery and spirituality. I saw that my blog contained enough material for a book, so that is now my new intention, to publish a book, if only so that my grandsons can get to know who their grandfather really was, once I am gone. The title for my first book will be: Penetrating The Conspiracy Of Silence, or, How I Lived Beyond My Expiration Date I have since written 7 more books, all of which are now posted on this site. I have no plans to publish any of them, as their material is not of general interest, and would not generate enough income to justify costs. I have taken a deep look at life, and written extensively about it from a unique and rarely communicated perspective. Some of my writing is from 2016 on to the present moment. Other writing covers the time prior to 1987 when I was a boy, then an addict and alcoholic, with my subsequent recovery experience, and search for "Truth". Others are about my more recent experiences around the subjects of death, dying, and transformation, and friends and family having the most challenging of life's experiences. There are also writings derived from my personal involvement with and insight into toxic masculinity, toxic religion, toxic capitalism, and all of their intersections with our leadere. These topics will not be a draw for all people, as such personal and/or cultural toxicities tends to get ignored, overlooked, or "normalized" by those with little time for insight, introspection, or interest in other people's points of view on these troubling issues. There also will be a couple of writings/musings about "GOD", but I try to limit that kind of verbal gymnastics, because it is like chasing a sunbeam with a flashlight. Yes, my books are non-fiction, and are not good reading for anybody seeking to escape and be entertained. Some of the writings are spiritual, philosophical and intellectual in nature, and some descend the depths into the darkest recesses of the human mind. I have included a full cross section of all of my thoughts and feelings. It is a classic "over-share", and I have no shame in doing so. A Master Teacher once spoke to me, and said "no teacher shall effect your salvation, you must work it out for yourself". "Follow new paths of consciousness by letting go of all of the mental concepts and controls of your past". This writing represents my personal work towards that ultimate end.