Automatic Writing (AKA Automatism, Psychography, Planchette) I first learned of automatic writing, or automatism, when studying the Surrealists in high school. Described as a direct way to tap into the subconscious, the artists used their non-dominant hand to write out messages, quickly and without thinking, to connect with ideas that the conscious mind might normally block. I’ve since read of many artists, psychologist, and occultist who use automatic writing to bypa

An Automatic Writing / Light Code Download from The Bright Be Graced By Your Own Grace Moving from want to wishes Divine the blood like water Move away the fear of thinking Want less Wish more Become the diviner Breathe, the great breath of a million possibilities. Wish yourself free and find freedom. The shackles of time unlock you. Your impermanence, that is permanent, Your time is timeless, Let your fear also be fearless, Let your kind be kinder, Let your space be spacious

This light code message came in response to my question of dharma and duty. Your fate is not fated, Fate is created. Each risk you take to grow Leads you to know Your purpose isn’t a purpose, Your duty is not duty. You’re not born into duty or fate, Your duty is to create. Await, don’t wait, Unfate fate. Create not to finish, but to be a work of art, Constant in it’s progress, Always a work in progress. Release expectation of finding a destiny laid out in front of you. Those

Life with all it’s mysteries is to be lived. You’re no detective, There’s nothing to be solved or sorted. The mystery of life is solved not by the living, but through living life. If there is a purpose to life, beyond the act of living itself . . . If there is a purpose to life, it can be found only through living itself. Life while you’re alive, that is the purpose. Breathe and be breathed. Drink and be drunk up. Life is its own elixir. Eat and be feasted upon. Life is the

I continue to type up auto-writing transcripts from that past year. This one seems suiting today, whilst so much divisiveness, so many divided, looking for answers outside of ourselves. How can we reckon with our own thoughts, patterns, trauma? This Automatic Writing message was written in the Spring of 2020. Direct Message at Sunrise My Left Hand Writes: Empty yourself. Express it all out. Emote. Let yourself be empty and then empty some more. When the past outweighs the p

As I begin to type up more of the automatic writing transcripts from 2020, I feel a nausea in my belly. It's a mash-up between giddiness and nervousness. Giddy to share the profundity of the messages, and a nervousness to putting myself out there as a lunatic. The word lunatic comes from luna, the Latin word for moon and the suffix -atic meaning "of the sort." So, in the spirit of admitting my own lunacy, I will concur that the messages I receive do come from the heavens, t

Automatic Writing at Sunrise. January 18, 2021 I ask for guidance Emotions sometimes feel like a reckoning. Direction feels backwards at times. This is the message I am given to transcribe: Backwards is also a direction, often not so different than forward. Expansive is the true direction of the soul. Spirit wishes to expand. Beyond the physical, Beyond the limitations of the material, Beyond duality. Dualities of Direction: Inward / Outward Forward / Backwards Upwards / Dow

Shakespeare said "all the world's a stage. . . " and all of us are mere players, entering and exiting, playing more than one part in our...