As a psychic medium, I’m no stranger to people asking me questions about my job. There are plenty of misconceptions about what exactly it means to be “psychic”. Some people think I can read minds (I can’t, thank God). Others believe my profession is in the same category of magicians and stand-up comedians. I assure you I’m not as tricky as Harry Houdini and I’m not as funny as Dave Chappelle. And then there are the people who think I’m in cahoots with the Devil himself. That one is so far off base it actually makes me laugh. Then again, I did rock a pretty realistic Devil costume on Halloween in 1991.
At any rate, I pride myself in being the kind of psychic that won’t make you nervous. I’m really not into any “weird stuff”. No crystal balls. No beaded curtains. No parlor tricks or gimmicks in my office. I’m a pretty straight shooter who doesn’t get mixed up in the “hocus pocus” of the psychic realms. That being said, it’s with a bit of hesitancy that I write this particular blog article about a phenomenon known as automatic writing. It’s a lesser known topic on the metaphysical realms and it’s a bit controversial in that it’s not fully understood.
Simply put, automatic writing is a mode by which a person can channel information from another time, location, or source. In other words, it’s the ability to let information flow through you as you clear your mind and write down the words. I first read about this odd-sounding phenomenon years ago and had a crack at it with surprising results. What I found interesting was how fast and effortlessly the information came about. The words flowed from my fingertips like beer from the keg of a frat house, and it baffled me as much as it intrigued me. As I began giving more psychic readings, life coaching sessions, and spiritual lectures, I simply didn’t have time to keep tinkering with automatic writing. So, I never did it again . . . until recently.
For reasons I still can’t explain, I recently felt compelled to do it again. It was a nagging inner voice; a calling; a compulsion . . . almost like the little voice in your head that convinces you to eat ice cream at 11PM even though you know you shouldn’t. The notion I had was kind of like that (but it wasn’t followed by feelings of guilt or a sugar high). At any rate, without much thought I quickly snagged my laptop and began typing. Even as I was beginning to write, I found myself thinking, “This is weird. Why am I doing this? This is so impulsive.” My mind went blank, yet at the same time was filled with sentences and information that was coming from a place that felt foreign yet familiar. The words were jumping from my brain into my fingertips so quickly that I couldn’t keep up. I found myself typing faster than I’ve ever typed before and remember thinking to myself, “Oh wow – this is going to have a million typos by the time I’m done.” Oddly enough, when the information stopped filtering through me, I was astonished to see there were virtually no typos whatsoever (I usually make tons of typos, so that was unusual). Equally strange was the wording and the content of the information. It was phrased in a way that’s unlike my style of speech. It didn’t sound like me at all.
Below is what came to me, word for word, during my automatic writing session. Please don’t ask me who this information came from or why it came to me. I don’t have the answer to that but perhaps I’ll intuitively look more into it at a later time. FYI – I’m not trying to be a modern day Nostradamus, and I’m not a conspiracy theorist. For better or worse, here’s what I saw on my computer screen when my fingers finally stopped typing.
May 3, 2017 – 2:00 PM
“What you want and what you need are not one in the same. The forces you believe in are greater than you can imagine, and yet it’s right at your fingertips. You don’t behave how you do because of your own reality, but rather because of forces that were created long before you came into existence. Believe in your heart what you want, but the truth is greater than you can possibly imagine. Love is the only thing that drives you. Love is the only things that makes you. Love is the only constant among a sea of changes. You are the one true notion of the Divine; A walking embodiment of the true force of the Universe. Know this and know Me.”
“Ideal circumstances are rarely ideal. Your idea of perfections is not perfect. You can’t have what you never dream of. Peace comes when you stop struggling to be peaceful. In the event of the inevitable changes, don’t struggle. Be lucid. Be free. Be out of control. You were never in control anyway. Idealistic societies collapse but chaotic ones live on in a balanced state of imperfection. Friendly skies and unfriendly fire make for great war stories but he who lays down his gun first is the true hero. Corruption comes when the few and the many collide and struggle for power.”