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                        |  | Making Up
                        the Truth
                        by
                        Kathleen Adams, LPC, RPT
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                          The Dark Men in my dreams
                        would populate a psychopathic colony. There are hundreds
                        of them, varying only in the degree of their
                        malevolence. They all have one intent - to harm me - and
                        they are endlessly creative. They are torturers,
                        terrorists, hijackers, kidnappers, rapists, pirates and
                        thieves. They are muggers, marauders, murderers,
                        outlaws, gangsters, con artists and crooks. They
                        threaten. They menace. They stalk. Whether they travel
                        alone or in packs, they tear out my phone lines, unlock
                        my deadbolts, power through my barriers, kick down my
                        doors and paralyze my nerve endings. -- from 
                        The Dark Man and Other Dreams, a short story by Kathleen
                        Adams, ©1997
 Once upon a time, in another
                        decade, I loved a man who lied. Although our lives
                        intersected in the most charming of ways -- he wrote me
                        a letter when my first book, Journal to the Self, was
                        published -- and although our friendship unfolded
                        slowly, stuffed in hundreds of envelopes over seasons
                        and years, still he deceived me through a web of
                        intricately plotted and increasingly complex lies. 
                           In Writing for Your Life, Deena
                        Metzger says, "To write is, above all else, to
                        construct a self." This man constructed a self that
                        had no foundation in three-dimensional reality. He
                        created himself as fictional character, protagonist in a
                        parallel universe, star of the life he should have been
                        given. Meanwhile, my three-dimensional
                        reality seemingly had no relationship to my self. I was
                        struggling with a reality warp of my own. In a
                        complicated inverse, my life was feeling like a novel.
                        Everything I had ever dreamed of was happening to me,
                        including a well-hailed first book and a brilliant,
                        charming penfriend who was beginning to hint that I
                        might be the woman he had been waiting for all his life. Is this a story, or what?
                        Romance, passion, paradox; destiny; weavings and
                        layerings and inevitabilities. One waits a lifetime for
                        such a story. I happily tumbled headfirst into it, and
                        stayed there for a while. You can discern the rest: It
                        ended badly. The Glamour failed one day, and he was
                        revealed as who he really was, or at least exposed as
                        who he wasn't. Thus began a waking nightmare that lasted
                        for most of the next year. I have a shelf full of journals
                        from that year. I wrote vociferously about my horror,
                        rage, shock, self-recrimination, devastation, grief. For
                        three seasons, my journal was a lifeline. It held my
                        days together, giving me cause both to get out of bed in
                        the morning and into bed at night. Woody Allen said, "After
                        25 years of psychoanalysis, I have a brilliant
                        understanding of my neurosis." After three seasons,
                        I was developing a brilliant understanding of the ways
                        in which my journal was sounding more and more like an
                        endless loop tape. I had processed all I could possibly
                        process. I understood what I could, and the rest was
                        incomprehensible. I began to sense that there was
                        something else that needed and wanted to happen. As odd
                        as it may sound, the story became its own living,
                        breathing thing. It was a palpable presence, this story
                        - this story that was not treatise nor analysis nor
                        catharsis nor endless "now" moment, but
                        instead was mythic, archetypal, terribly real fiction.
                        It lived in the dreamworld, the place that Dana Reynolds
                        calls "sacred imagination." Through the mythic
                        ages it has been told and enacted as the story of Psyche
                        and Eros, or the story of Persephone's descent into the
                        Underworld, or the story of Rapunzel in her tower, or
                        Inanna's nine gates of hell, or the Dark Man. Especially
                        the Dark Man. The Dark Man is one of the 17
                        most prominent archetypes in women's dreams, according
                        to Jungian analyst Clarissa Pinkola Estes. Nearly every
                        woman I know has bolted upright from nightmares in which
                        she experienced the terror and helplessness of being
                        chased, raped or trapped by a thug, monster, ex, con
                        artist or other devilish shapeshifter. Sometimes these
                        dreams hold the psyche's imprint of trauma, or our own
                        individual or collective shadow. Clarissa says they
                        represent a creative part of the dreamer's psyche that
                        is screaming to get out. Whatever it meant, I was living
                        in the middle of a Dark Man dream, and as story, it
                        begged to be written. I had no idea how to write
                        fiction, but a friend was signed up for a writing class
                        with short story master Pam Houston, so I signed up too.
                        Over the next four months I produced three torturous,
                        arduous and ultimately thrilling drafts of a 30-page
                        story, The Dark Man and Other Dreams, that told the
                        story of a woman, a man, and deception. In the course of the writing, I
                        underwent a tremendous transformation. The creative
                        process being what it is, of course, I will never truly
                        know what happened, but I know that something deep
                        within me became healed as I immersed myself in the
                        story, and the writing of the story. As I made up the
                        truth, the truth set me free. What made the difference?
                        Mastery, craft, poetic truth and surrender. Mastery. The first thing
                        I noticed was that as omniscient narrator, I had all the
                        information - something I completely lacked in the
                        relationship. The power of mastery over how the story
                        was told, what was revealed and what withheld, was
                        utterly exhilarating. For years I had lived in a cloud
                        of unknowing. Suddenly I knew everything. It was a
                        radically powerful experience. Craft. Next I found that
                        the crafting of good sentences, the exquisite labor of
                        breathing in and breathing out, the devotional stepping
                        into language, the mindfulness of syllable and rhythm,
                        became a transcendent experience, fashioning art out of
                        horror. I took one of my life's most negative
                        experiences and crafted it into one of my life's best
                        pieces of writing. Poetic truth. The
                        decision to write fiction freed me from my fundamental
                        journal ethic to tell the truth. Because it was fiction,
                        I could write anything at all. I could create myself and
                        my experience in the image of a character with a name (Julianna)
                        and a sister (Rosie) and a Dark Man (Joseph) all her
                        own. Through becoming absorbed in Julianna's reality,
                        which was similar to but not the same as historical
                        truth, I came to poetic truth. Surrender. Lastly, I
                        surrendered to the undertow of the Story that wove its
                        way into every strand of words. Through mastery, craft
                        and poetic truth, I was scribing my own individualized
                        imprint of mythology. In my one small life, I was
                        healing myself from a painful break-up. In the vast
                        theatre of the sacred imagination, I was playing Psyche,
                        Persephone, Rapunzel, Inanna to a standing-room-only
                        crowd. Making up the truth healed me.
                        Perhaps it can heal you, too. If you want to try this,
                        here's a five-step process that I use with my writing
                        groups, adapted from a method I learned from Deena
                        Metzger. 
                        1. Take a situation or
                        circumstance in your life that troubles you. It can be a
                        devastating event, or a chronic condition or problem.
                        Write about it for 15 minutes. Then boil your 15-minute
                        write into a one-sentence declaration of the situation. 2. Create a character
                        who has many of the same strengths, qualities,
                        characteristics, challenges and desires as you do, but
                        who is not necessarily hobbled by your restrictions,
                        limitations or obstacles. Write a Character Sketch of
                        this character. 3. Set a scene. Get a
                        picture in your mind of your character and the
                        situation. Have your character begin taking some sort of
                        action. Write a description. 4. From there, follow
                        your character. Let yourself be guided. It is normal to
                        not know what you're going to write next. Just let it
                        happen. 5. Don't worry too much
                        about writing in chronological order. In my writing
                        groups, we write "pieces" or
                        "squares" and then quilt them together later
                        on. © 2000 Kathleen
                        Adams. All rights reserved.
 Kathleen Adams LPC, RPT is a
                        Registered Poetry/Journal Therapist and Director of The
                        Center for Journal Therapy in Lakewood, Colorado. She is
                        one of the leading voices on the power of writing to
                        heal and is the author of four books, including Journal
                        to the Self and The Write Way to Wellness.
                        Her upcoming seminars include the annual 5-day women’s
                        writing retreat in Colorado July 8-13, and a one-day
                        Journal to the Self workshop in Denver in late July. She
                        would love your feedback on this column; please e-mail kay@journaltherapy.com
                        or stop by her website, www.journaltherapy.com.
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