Scattered Writings Entry three, 29 December 2023. J.D.Saward

So yes, that decision made in entry one, and confirmed in entry two... it's abandoned.

Forget the middle as starting point, forget the attempt to deliver preceding context, entries stand by themselves, randomly ordered.

Even the structure is just a guideline....

Scattered Writings Entry two, 28 December 2023. J.D.Saward

Being the Second Entry in the Uninvited History of My Writings, following on from Entry One. Makes sense to me, I hope for you too.

In entry one I set up the structure for these entries, as "length to be +/- 250 words, white-spaced into +/- 5 paragraphs". I recounted a...

His writing will not become more logicalised. He sees no point in that. Logic is to his stories as demons are to the Christian Religion. He likes the sound of that analogy. He determines to bring a demon or two into the narrative. Perhaps they can hang out with Grum The Troll underneath the bridge that sinners have to...

Scattered Writings

Entry one, 27 December 2023.

J.D.Saward

It is not often that a writer is invited to compile a History of Their Writings. Perhaps many are honoured with such an account, post-posthumously. I could not wait on that unlikely occurrence so on this morning, as 2024 is ushering out 2023, I begin.

I am...

When I had completed my 3 hour long dissertation speech, I bowed to the Abbot and the monks.

I turned to face the north, then the east, then the west, then the south, looked up and looked down, closed my eyes, and opened them again, as custom ordained. I sat back in my allocated place. The temple bells began to ring. Then silence....

In my daily writing I have two heroes. They are not always named or explicitly present. But they are always lurking behind the canvas.

One is Dr Carl Justav Jung. Jung.

The other is Salvador Domingo Felipe Jacinto Dalí i Domènech, Marquess of Dalí of Púbol gcYC. Dali.

In the encounter with my writings the random reader may...

'Much of the evil in the world is due to the fact that man in general is hopelessly unconscious.'

~ Carl Gustav Jung.

I'm imagining Carl sitting in his study late one evening smoking a pipe. A glass of sherry is on his desk. He reflects on his day of helping people find what is inside themselves. He sighs. Why do I even bother?...

Most of my life I've felt I cannot find a way to have my voice heard. It goes back a long way. Probably into my earliest memories. Because it does go so far back I'm guessing it is somehow embedded in my genes. I fight with people to have myself heard and that does not work for me (to need to fight) so for Iong periods I accept that I don't...

We set out to find the meaning of Gaslighting.

We arrived as strangers in various locations and shared our self-reflective writings.

We received many comments but non quite as hilarious as this one:

Have you noticed how many times you speak about yourself in these writings?

We let it pass. But we kept telling each...

Mr. ____’s Plan to Save the World Instalment 3

It is evident now that nothing is certain, at least to Mr. ____ anyway. He muses in his office, computing likelihoods of certain simple events like dice rolls, probabilities of two heads given three-coin tosses, multiplicative independent trials, Markov chains. He knows at the very minimum...