Acknowledging Margaret (Mitchell)
I had the strangest sensation when Scarlett’s words came upon me. I almost had a sense they were for another time, a time that would come upon all people. As I wrote, my mind seized up and I seemed to float away. I was above the earth looking down and I realized this great thing, this great confrontation hung over the earth and was coming close. In an instance, Scarlett appeared beside me.
Her flaming red hair signaled the human spirit in the face of approaching battle.
As I wrote, that spirit rose up in me and poured out her words. I knew that I was not the author of those words, that they came from elsewhere. I also knew they were not complete but were for a future people, a future time and were not perfectly worded, that I could not make my mind write what the spirit gave me. I was left with imperfect words, one in particular, the word God, troubled me.
There was more there, much more but I couldn’t get my mind around all that was there. Something was blocking my mind, hiding from me, inserting itself into the human spirit and so my words became a shallow expression that etched out barely a message for people in future time. As you read these words, consider them clues to something much greater. On the pages of Gone With The Wind, Scarlett said with power;
As God is my witness, as God is my witness they’re not going to lick me. I’m going to live through this and when it’s all over, I’ll never be hungry again. No, nor any of my folk. If I have to lie, steal, cheat or kill. As God is my witness, I’ll never be hungry again!
Look carefully, read carefully, review carefully. Something about the word God isn’t right, oversteps bounds, is an imposter.
~ Stephen J. Bergstrom