Giving thanks to the skins we've shed this Year of Snake. Reflection and Journal Prompts on Letting Go to Grow.

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

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