used to believe in a world in which masters can exist and probably do exist, but perhaps not quite as literally as occurred to K. And this is a petty supertitious version.I mean the idea materialized as I got to know K. getting intrigued by an outburst of the emotional mind, by a mystic halo of having found a true master that would eclipse others I would enshrined in a little room full of pictures of saints that hung on the walls embellishing my own magic private temple.Thats how my head would work then even after having met K. Im not quite sure when all the master mania started. As a kid I dont think saints were a big deal. On the other hand in the after war times the boogie man depicted the ghosts of cruel rulers.Stories that nannies would tell little children to put them to sleep. Never knew how it really worked but it did work. Perhaps getting terrorized to be left alone, taking a chance nanny was still by my side and just fell asleep to get away from all her ghosts and their threats. Some childhood fear of something grabbing me, abducting me in the middle of the night. But...this time I believed in Topper. I thought Topper was the best television show on when I was a kid and I just loved to see people who can materialize and dematerialize and talk to the physical world and then walk through walls and that to me was wonderful.Much much later on in life I read something about K. in his earlier years talking to his mothers ghost, searching for some solace- that is not new for those who had a chance to read The Awakening Years -not sure that this book is still available-Ive always wanted to make short stories about K. And I wanted to tell the story of K. from the side of K. which I thought was a much more interesting story than the story told of people who were so close emotionally to K. that either misinterpret-not voluntarily, of course, his insight and those who took K. as an enemy to their creeds and beliefs.This misunderstanding of K. got K.s ghost (a figure of speech) trapped between worlds. This misunderstanding of K. the ghost in the minds for many people is something that really intrigued me. But Ks true story would have beena a fascinating story and I wanted to tell it. I think I will never be able to. Should this ghost that went from our world to the next and if only it could move back into the world it left to tell K.s true story. How does someone really communicate again with the world they left and what are the mechanisms that they use. And I thought that if I found that person in that predicament would be a fascinating tale. But what if the ghost denies to help? I was...u know. I think I was always open to that kind of thing, to something supernatural, to something that I could not comprehend. Ks true story will never be told. Perhaps Mary Lutyens was the only writer getting K. closer to us-I mean the human side-u know.
Posted on: Fri, 15 Nov 2013 17:09:55 +0000