Again from Edward’s Drawing on the Artist Within,” Plato talks about what inspires poets.
“God takes away the minds of these men and uses them as his ministers, just as he does soothsayers and godly seers in order that we who hear them may know that it is not they who utter these words of great price when they are out of their wits, but that is is God himself who speaks and addresses us through them.”
My best poems are written when I am possessed by a Divine Lover, must stronger and more knowledgeable than me. Words cease, sensations cease and I am possessed as the words come through me. This also happens in healing prayer, when the energy courses through my body and I feel possessed and quite out of my mind.
It isn’t the same sensation when I am manic or depressed because these states change the way I see everything around me. Unlike these states, possession is an inward state, where I am not the initiator of any action at all, no great schemes, no struggles with depression. In a sense, I am not there at all. There is just God. Only God who pours himself out on the blank paper in front of me.