Hello everyone! I am a storyteller and writer from North Coast of Turkey, BlackSea Region. I wondered mountain villiages and collected many local tales. Now I am telling my own stories in fantastic genre.
As a child and a teenager I always wondered how inspiration came and how writers can build magical worlds and characters. After researching ( I am a good researcher) I have learned that the only universal language is symbolic language. That is how we tell stories for ages. It is how we experience life. It is the language of our dreams. It was so interesting for me learn this from medical school. I am a dermatologist but for many years I thought I wanted to be a physiciatrist and take many lessons from physiciatry.
Erich Fromm, Carl Jung and many other authors describe this symbolic language. It is somewhat hard for all of us who has a scientific background to understand this phenomenon. If you want to understand try reading them and try reading my texts.
Itır Erhart is a philosopher trying to understand who are us? What makes a human. I learned from her that we a unique four dimensional creatures shaping by time. Thats why we are different at different time lapses. Fantastic worlds are our own inside worlds arranged in timelapses. Hogwarts is JK Rowlings experiences and inner world and Shire is Tolkien’s.
“You have to live to write” says Neil Gaiman. You live and when you look back you dream about it. You feel chaotic and anxious and that’s when you dreams someone chases you. It’s your inner world. Likewise it’s how we create our own worlds.
I was a witch living at a dream village near a gorgeus funtain. I cured all the patients of that village and helped when my help was needed. One day villigers learned that I was a witch and they felt angry. I was expelled from that village. I felt sad that night. Leaving my tiny beautiful home, my garden and my roses made me cry. While I was crying a storm and a heavy rain began. The sky was full with lightnings an I tried to fly in that lightning. A tiny drop of tear felt from my cheek onto a lightning. And then suddenly and magically a big bull made from black stormy clouds and thunder with a lightning eyes and breath appeared. He was angry and he was about to attack that village. I forbade him to do so. Even if I was in great pain, I loved the village, villagers and my tiny house and my roses. But it was a furious bull and when I forbade him to attack, it started to chase me. I felt terrified and fleed until I could find a cave to hide in…”
This is my story. I am a dermatologist. I worked in a state hospital after graduation and I felt so full of love for the people in my country. Unfortunately I was discriminated and forced to leave my villige, my home and roses and my work. Now I could eventually build a safe enviroment and a working practice for myself but this was hard and during the process I felt a big anger (the furious bull) but I could’nt let me to feel the anger against the people who made this discrimination. This story is describes the beginning of my forced leaving and evolves with how I let my anger to protect me and finishes to tell everybody how I made my safe enviroment.
I wish you are able to see how symbolic language transforms our memoirs and make is relateable. İf you are interested, I will update you soon!