There's this kind of writing, it's called automatic writing. I didn't invent it, it's been around for a long, long time. But, I did it without really knowing it had a name. I called it Angel Writing. I have a journal that I call my angel journal, and, though I haven't written in it lately, I'd write my thoughts, plans, questions, whatever was pressing on my mind. Thoughts that needed to be unleashed. One day, I was heavy with "thoughts" and I wrote in a sort of disengaged way. It felt like I removed myself, started to write, and just let thoughts flow. I didn't interrupt myself for clarity or sense, I just wrote. What flowed actually seemed to be a communication from my angels, because at some point, I no longer felt like I was writing, I felt like someone was talking to me on the paper. The entire writing was completed in just minutes, pretty much as long as it took to get the letter/words/sentences onto the paper. I hope I'm not scaring you (the phantom reader).
I just revisited my angel journal, and read one of my entries. I'm going to be brave and share what was written. Unabrigdged. As it was written.
March 25, 2008
The realness of universal light and love, the gifts of all lightworkers ~ are as true as God. If one can believe and marvel at the person gifted with a voice that inspires, if we accept the gifted blessing of intellectual discoveries and achievements that benefit man, if we are stunned by the varieties of artistic expressions, then it is true that there are blessed on this earth, from the universe of love and goodness, lightworkers as I am, who can inspire, teach, warm, love, guide, and heal through our God gifted energies.
This is also in God's truth. God gave us the Garden of Eden. His Earth that would provide all we need to live our best. It is still here. We remain in the Garden of Eden, we just need to open our eyes. This Earth provides, we provide to one another, God, angels, and universe provide to our souls. It is here, we are within the web of physical, emotional, and spiritual life.
Stay safe, but travel with glee on the flowing changes through life. You will see it all, the beauty, the joy, the pain, tears, laughter, birth, death ~ all part of the flow, which still remains beautiful with light and love. There is even light in the middle of the night. Even if dim, it still remains. Don't forget. Even if clouds cover it, the guiding lights glow.
3 comments:
To some is given the gift to see what no one else can see. To feel and intuit and bless those in the reach of their ripple. You have that gift, Gina Girl. I trust you as my spiritual advisor. You have never steered me wrong. Even what remains unsaid, I still know. Thank goodness for cell phones with unlimited minutes! Come on over for some Mexican Cocoa tea. Bring hootchie pookie.
this is something that i do often.
that means you can call yourself a surrealist.
those are two separate thoughts.
I'd like to consider myself a surrealist.
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