I’m available for freelance writing projects, speaking and other stuff.

I’m also available to talk over a mug of coffee or a glass of wine (and if you insist, a mug of wine), so if you find yourself in California, send me a note. Just don’t be creepy about it.

carlygelsinger at gmail dot com.

  • Neil Gamble

    Im looking for a ghost writer.

    Im looking to make a mess worth making. One that will intellectually, emotionally, culturally, philosophically and spiritually break hearts, whilst healing.

    It started with a vision at the age of 5 and a bit it took 50 years and more experiences with the good the bad and Olymipcaly evil than most the world ready to understand as yet.
    I have three scripts that need knocking in to shape if ur ready pm me.

  • Ina Spring

    Thank you for your openness. It’s so great to find a Christian who has similar experiences and similar thoughts about these experiences.

    I found you through Facebook. Your article has been translated to my first language (Russian) and I saw it published through Facebook. “Why Christians Should Engage ‘Non-Christian’ Art. Good, “secular” art can help point us to God.”

    I love art and I am a born again Christian for over 24 and I enjoy secular beautiful art, music or dance. We are all made in His image, believers or not, and sometimes most genuine creations “feel” eternal. I pray about it, I always ask Jesus about it, “Jesus, his art touched the chords of my soul, Jesus, conventional Christianity might not approve of it, I feel a little guilty enjoying this type of art. What do you think?”

    I assume art is like a knife. It is a tool. For someone who has been hurt by a knife, it will look like a dangerous threat. For Thailandese fruit carver it will look like an economically productive skill set tool. With that knife we can either harm ourselves and others or we can cut the bread for ourselves and others. It is neutral. I assume, it all depends on one’s motivation and intention or spiritual wisdom to have discernment to notice disguise on the neutral.

    We have so much freedom but we are surrounded by many restrictive lies backed by private, limited scope experiences. We believe these lies apply to us and become depressed. We turn into ugly ducklings. “Don’t fly, you can fall” say birds in the chicken yard. This book explains it a little better. Identity: Who You Are in Christ Hardcover – September 1, 2008 by Eric Geiger.

    I also love the story of Samson and Delilah. When Sampson hair have been shaved, he lost the supernatural. It was part of his identity. We all have something like that. It is our strength. The strength where our faith and trust is where our beliefs were based on. Samson’s hair were part of his identity, it was supernatural. When we shave off our supernatural, when we forget we are supernatural, we lose our vision, once vision is lost, we lose our mobility and we eventually lose our freedom. The definition of freedom is free will. So we no longer have a free will, we live by legalism. We are scared to look beyond it. We need to remember where our strength comes from. It comes back to us through the blood of Jesus. Through grace. Through relationship, where validation of yourself depends on the validation of the other through yourself. It is a constant interaction and may be He speaks through art. May be this is your language that you “supernaturally remembered” and forgot and now lament.

    I enjoy watching aesthetic body movements, rhythmic gymnastics, dance and martial arts. May be it is genetic, may be I had nomadic warriors in my ancestry. Conventional religion may raise the eyebrow and mention that gymnasts are half naked, dance is often too vulgar, martial arts have too much eastern philosophy. I agree, and I pray about it. I will be in denial saying that I don’t enjoy watching a beautiful dance or martial arts routine. Jesus knows and I confess. However, I remember something very interesting. Few weeks ago I saw the most beautiful dance. One man participated in a dance competition. Before the show he learned pole dancing which has nothing to do with the message of purity. During the show, his new choreographer created a “painting like” dance of a homeless rugged man in the windy street dancing with three street light poles. I sensed the soul in this dance. The skill did not feel vulgar, it felt eternal, it touched the chords. A really good dance can make one cry. Why do we cry when we see a good dance? The birth of the supernatural and eternal in the manger of heart? The homesick longing for what was once lost?

    I am in the process of writing a historical fiction. It is very light in mood and I would love to use eastern type of reciting. From the first point of view as an observation from the character. A dialogue between the character and the reader using local manner of communication. It is a journey of a 10th century Christian monk. I currently research the topic. English is not my first language (it’s a third language). It will require the services of a native English speaker to review the story. I would like to know how much do you charge for your services.