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9/09/2016 4:44 pm  #1


Have any of you tried Automatic writing or drawing..?

It is surpising what it can turn up.. Basically you nee d pen or penciland a large sheet of paper taped onto a table top  and you hold the pen over the paper.  Then perform a Meditation.. Eyes gently closed for this one as you want spirit to guide your hand and not your brain filling in the gaps..  I have known drawings happen and some quite inspirational words of wisdom too.. Also script in a foriegn language even though the person did not speak or write or understand a word of that language.. I used to have a couple of piece in a folder somewhere I will have to se if I can find them..
 Anyone else tried this..
There is also a Planchette you canuse during Divination that hold apen on the paper, the people doing the divination place one finger each on the planchette and wait for spirit to move it... I found that it didn't always produce any thing recognisable..

Last edited by Star Wolf Medicine Woman (9/09/2016 4:47 pm)


There is a good way,  a bad way, and a better way.  For my path, I choose the better way..
Nicholas Black Elk
 
 

9/09/2016 4:48 pm  #2


Re: Have any of you tried Automatic writing or drawing..?

Yes i have done Automatic writting once you decipher what was written it makes things interesting


The spoken word always comes back as whispers in the wind.
 

9/10/2016 3:02 am  #3


Re: Have any of you tried Automatic writing or drawing..?

Yes I got 4 lines of sensible writing and interestingly the lines were all curved...I did keep it but currently I am unable to search for it...
 

Last edited by Star Wolf Medicine Woman (9/10/2016 3:03 am)


There is a good way,  a bad way, and a better way.  For my path, I choose the better way..
Nicholas Black Elk
 
     Thread Starter
 

9/10/2016 4:34 am  #4


Re: Have any of you tried Automatic writing or drawing..?

You never know when you are not thinking of it ,it usually turns up


The spoken word always comes back as whispers in the wind.
 

9/10/2016 6:20 am  #5


Re: Have any of you tried Automatic writing or drawing..?

The planchette drawings were not so successful.. But all the same the concept was interesting.. Then there were 4 peoples fingers on the thing not just one..


There is a good way,  a bad way, and a better way.  For my path, I choose the better way..
Nicholas Black Elk
 
     Thread Starter
 

9/20/2016 9:37 pm  #6


Re: Have any of you tried Automatic writing or drawing..?

Yes, I've done it twice maybe three times that I am aware of. 

Son died Aug 1997. 
Dec 1997 I signed up for Graphic Design College - I was working in Graphics at our Casino. 
My English Comp professor; she asked us to write a poem for homework one day. WHAT? I asked her. 
Write a poem and bring it in tomorrow. Oh man I thought. "How do I do that? I've never written a poem in my life.
"From your heart Deborah - From your heart" 
So I went to my private dorm room and sat down at my desk. I thought and thought of what I could write a poem about. After about 1/2 hr I said "Tommy" I'll write about Tommy. But what do I say I thought to my self. 
Then I started feeling a little different; full of thoughts. 
I wasn't comfortable on the desk with the hutch in my face so I decided  or was guided to go to my bed. 
Not on top but in a praying position with knees on the floor. I haven't sat in that position since I was a kit and was saying my prayers. I put the yellow pad on the bed and the pen on the paper. I titled it..........Together Again --- Since I feel he just on a long vacation.

"Together Again"   

For some do not know and they curse the reason why. Their beloved is taken so early in life.
It only happens to others you see, it will never happen to us, believe me.
We always depend upon others for life; to take advantage of love is an oversight.
Their young, they're strong, they have their whole life, who’s to say God will take their short life.
The signs were all there, in dreams, and in thought, mother knew, instinct told her too.
It’s only a dream, how silly should one be, it’s OK, it’s not what I see, believe me.
But over and over the dream did despair, the thought of losing a long life affair.
They fought sister and brother; it’s common in young folk, with age and wisdom, they both grew we know.
The young rabbit hunter walked the hills over and under, when that got old, he discovered another wonder.
It had two wheels, sometimes three, and a brother, who shared in the love of the same, two wheels under.
They rode day and night; their helmets sometimes light, caution always spoke, from their parents with insight.
Road rash here and a few cuts there, no fear he wore and sometimes he swore.
“One day I’ll ride cross-country far and wide”, little did he know he’d be doing it solo.
One fateful night, while in search of a good sight, he and his friends were the victims of plight.
Suspects all three were intoxicated you see, from the law they did flee, with speed and no care.
Head on they did crash, hit and run was the act, with betrayal as the fact.
The victims they lay as pure as the day, lifeless one lay, while the other ones prayed.
For the ones that remain, their pain will retain, for the loss of their friend, they remain still vain.
Oh, how we miss the one with lifelessness, someday we hope to reunite our loneliness.
Until that day, that we see your light of day, our dreams will be open to you everyday.

April, 1998

After about 1/3 of the poem the writing got so fast that I could not physically keep up with it and I said STOP!  Let me go down the the computer lab and =16.25pxfinish this. I FLEW down the stairs skipping every other two steps and flew into the room where a about 5 students were playing on the computer. I think I scared them all as I rushed to finish the poem I was =16.25pxtyping so fast they all came over to watch me. LOL 




That was my first automatic writing. 
I think he was just helping me. 

He's pretty darn smart -  I hope to post a photo of what he looks like then and now in spirit. 

I am pretty sure he helped me with my 3,000 word poem I wrote on the 91 freeway bumper to bumper traffic for hours  on the way to College. That one's called Judgment Day. 

My husband could not believe I wrote these. I read Together Again to him after school one night and he said "Did you write that"

LOL Now he knows Tommy did.

 


People do not remember words as much as they remember experiences. 
 
 

9/21/2016 6:14 am  #7


Re: Have any of you tried Automatic writing or drawing..?

Then the 3,000 word poem started in Court one day. 
We'd been to court one other time. This was May of 1998. 
This is the only time I'd been in a court room. Didn't like the energy in there at all. 
Me, my husband, daughter and family friends were there. 
The court asked us prior to say something in court but my husband said no. 
So the Judge asked us each to write something out. So we did. 
Court started and there were a few in orange suits with chains attached to their feet. 
One guy was what some would call a skinhead. He was sitting next to Odie. Odie's the one who ran over my son at 90 miles per hour in his Monte Carlo. Odie was leaning over to talk to the skinhead and then he they would both look over at us. The court finished with the skin head and he started to leave and they had to walk past us to get out the door. If looks could kill he was killing with me with his eyes. I got mad. 

So I pulled out paper and pen and started writing. A poem it was. All about my court room experience. 

Then the Judge asked where Odie's lawyer was. "Where is he; he's late again; I'll deal with him later on in my court" We are postponing this until a later date.....Monday we will continue Monday. Who can't come on Monday?" said the Judge. Without hesitation it felt like someone raised my right arm. I was in college and just couldn't' take off. He addressed me and asked why I couldn't come. "Who are you man he asked" I told him I was the mother of the deceased. "Ok that's fine; I heard that you all wrote a letter to the defendant. And I heard you wrote a poem (together again) to the defendant and he read it. Step up here please. 

With hesitation I stood up and walked up to the podium. "Now would you like to say something to the defendant?"  He pinned me into talking Odie in court! Haven't planned on that. 

Well.........whatever I said in a full 5 minutes I had everyone in the courtroom crying even another female defendant in chains. I did remember telling him he needed to quite denying that he was responsible he did not "run over a rock" like I heard him say in the hallway one time. Well, my words made him accountable enough that he confessed to the drinking part. He was on drugs and alcohol at the time. He was driving and his little brother in the front and another man in back who stayed and put pressure on Christina's leg that had split and was laying behind her. She lived, Ryan had a broken arm and leg. And Tommy my son lay upside down. They all got out of the car and went over to Tommy; turned him over and said "he'd dead let's get the hell out of here" and the did except for the older man in the back who's tried killing himself two week prior by driving off a mountain road I heard. He saved Christina. She was in hospital for 6 months, said to never have children but she had had 5 since then. 

The poem was started and it was finished in 2 weeks on the way to work in my car driving. I'd put the notebook in the middle of the car and write without looking. Had to re-write if for the bumpy scribbles later on but it ended up about 3,000 words long. I'll post next. (have to go to work) 















 


People do not remember words as much as they remember experiences. 
 
 

9/21/2016 6:16 am  #8


Re: Have any of you tried Automatic writing or drawing..?

Here's the poem. 

JUDGMENT DAY Copyright 1998 
This poem is about my son Tommy.
I started it in court and finished it on the 91 freeway bumper
to bumper traffic on the way to college 2 months after Tommy died.
I had a nice 2 and 1/2 - 3 hour drive each day to college in thick traffic.

Judgment Day


Your day has come it’s been over a year, the day you took life, from our son so dear. He was only 15, just starting to bloom, and the coroner admits, he looked twenty-two.
 
When you ran him down, without foresight, it would have been easier to take, if you hadn’t laughed in our face. You smirked at his dad, and joked about me, and said I was afraid of thee.
 
But as you sit so bleakfully, I don’t hear you laughing at me.
 
It’s just not so, you should know, you denied it all, and gloated to all. We made a speech, each one of us, for the D.A. to recite instead of us. We didn’t feel we needed to say, the things we had been dreading up until that day.
 
When we arrived, we were quite surprised, to see you dressed in orange and hanging in chains. Apparently, you were arrested one night, for driving the same way you killed our son that night. How many lives do you have to take, before your soul realizes you made a mistake.
 
You close your eyes and tilt back your head, you think you’re cool and joke with a skinhead. The court is full of eager eyes, desolate souls in orange sit bleak. Homicide reins and murder stains, the souls of those in chains.
 
The D.A.’s and lawyers all wait in haste, for their turn to defend or state their case. The Judge, he jokes and laughs in wait, for the defendant’s lawyer is late and we can’t wait.
 
I gaze at you in chains and orange, you glare so cocky with no care. You sit in wonder of why you are there, because you thought you thought it was a rock you hit.  
 
We wait for the judge to start, proceedings on the case at heart.
 
“All the families are here today, this case has drug on too long, we’re not going to wait”, “He’s where? In Bakersfield"? The Judge said today. “For some reason his priorities just aren’t straight”. “I do not tolerate contempt of court. “I’ll deal with him, later in my court”. “Court is postponed until this Monday.
(July 05, 2004) If there’s anyone who can’t comply, please step forward and tell me why”.
 
I raised my arm quite frantically, to explain to him my uncertainties. “Hello, your honor, this is my name, I’m the mother of the deceased you see. I’m a student in College full-time all week, it’s hard for me to leave, but I will if need be”.
 
“Thank you Deborah, I understand, would you now like to say a few words to the defendant if you can?”
“Oh, my goodness”, I thought to myself, this was unscheduled I’m not ready at heart. We didn’t plan to speak in court; they requested we write it down, a week in advance before court.
He’s asking me to speak publicly? “Oh gosh, help me, a quick second to think”.
 
As I slowly turned and focused at you, I immediately decided it was my turn. The words, they flowed so easily, with uncontrollable thoughts to be. “I’m doing this for Tommy, not for me, for you took away his right to speak”.
 
What I said that day was very brief; now let me tell you what Tommy felt at three . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  
 
What have you done young soul, to me and my family? You killed me that night with no remorse.
 
You joked and laughed behind my mom and dad’s face. What were you thinking that night at three, the three of you, joy-riding with glee?
 
You at the wheel, so cocky and blind, no lights as you drove down Ramon, so stoned out of your mind.
 
My neck that broke, both legs above knees, cuts and lacerations that did not bleed.
 
The hemorrhages from the forceful shaking in my head, made it impossible for me to come back a whole man.
 
The collarbone that holds the frame so strong, broke, shattering the root of my heart.
 
When you finally realized that you “thought you hit a rock”, you swerved to the left with me still attached. Shearing the pole completely in half, paint in my stomach, your Monte Carlo imbedded intact.
 
It puzzled my mother at first at the scene, to see my Dad’s vest I’d wore entangled on top of the phone pole, in the middle of the street.
 
I’d been wearing it that night, three sodas zipped inside. The force of sudden stop that tossed me so high, ripped of my vest just before I lye.
 
The instant you hit me, you sideswiped the others, your bumper grabbing hold of Christina’s leg, ripping it under. As they flew through the air with a cry, you laughed at the rock, that you thought you hit twice.
 
Christina lay by the road at the fence line, her leg and torso, ripped by your fender. She lay in wait for help to arrive, not knowing if she’d make it, she started to visualize. Her visions grew stronger and stronger, with each pint of blood lost under. I quickly whispered to her mind…It’s not your time, don’t go under.
 
Ryan also remembered being tossed, what they don’t remember, is being hit by such thunder.  He does remember landing very hard; it’s a shock to the body, in place of fear. He yelled for Christina, he could hear her cry, he yelled for me, no response, just a sigh. Ryan focused his eyes on the car, and yelled out my name. “Tommy! Where are you at?”
 
He saw you and your brother jump out of the car, and run to the rock that lay lifeless inside.
You turned me over, to see who it was. “He’s dead; let’s get the hell out of here”!
 
You and your brother fled from the scene, you ran to your friends thinking no one would see. The third of you three-just happened to stay, he checked on me, and knew it wasn’t my day. He stayed to give aid to Christina and for that we are grateful.
 
He yelled at Ryan to run and get help, not knowing Ryan had a broken leg, arm, and a hole in his lung.
 
As you cowardly hid from the law, my parents were awakened at different times by all.
 
Dad was awakened at the sound of the crash. He’ll never forget the bike chain winding down after the crash. He knew from the noise and the lights that went out in a flash. With the lights that went out and the sound of screams, it was I that awoke him, just before I screamed.
 
The first thing he did was check my bed, but I’d carefully placed blankets to rest. He went to check outside, there it was, helmet and bike. Groggy as one awakens, he didn’t realize it was the old bike that wasn’t with me. 
 
My quad broke, as I’d hit a rock that broke the frame, so I borrowed sisters quad, that the other’s rode that night.
 
Ryan’s bike I rode and it had no light, so I wore a fire department light intact on my baseball hat.
There were question by authority that we also had no lights, but proof was shown from my light found half crushed on site. Two other’s saw the light switch on, mom and an employee of the fire department that night. The quad was also with a light, one was burnt and the other one bright. If we had seen you in the night, you surely would have had a light.
 
If you had been watching the road with bright eyes, your head would not have been scrunched below the wheel that night.
 
Dad took off in his truck, around the block twice with a flashlight, to try and find just what took the lights out that night. He was looking for a reason, I tried to tell him, but he did not hear. It didn’t occur to me that I was no longer here. The second time around the block he saw a light, so he followed the light that shown red in the night.
 
The officer said, “There’s been a crash, we need first aid Chief, go see if there’s help at the station.”
The officer didn’t realize at that point, who lay lifeless on the cold pavement. He sent dad on his way to get help. Not realizing time was his cushion.
 
He was an officer of strength who had walked the mile, to serve his fellow man. He witnessed the ambush of his fellow comrades, as he lay in wait for gunfire to cease.
Now at the scene of a fatal crash I the middle of a cool summer breeze. Unbenounced to him whose lives were involved, he’d soon realize his part in it all. Not realizing that the one who lie, he’d seen as a child at seven and eight, when he and mom worked together at the station.
 
In the meantime, mom was awakened by horns honking from the east and the west. One was the woman who assaulted me one day, inaccurate accusations she backed with a tazer, honking at uncles to awaken him and the others.
 
Ryan’s mom was in our drive, yelling and honking, “Debbie, come quickly, Tommy and Ryan have been in a terrible accident”. “Lights were out, had to get dressed, put on my pants seams out instead of in. Through on my flip-flops and reached through the dark to find my way to my son who awaits”.
 
This was it, mom’s dreadful thoughts, of being awaken so suddenly in the middle of the night. As she walked through the room, I told mom to take her time it was too late, I was gone by 3:35.
 
The others left as she drove down slowly, headlights flashing, coming her way. They were telling her to stop they had something to say. “Are you Debbie? Don’t go down, you just can’t”! “I must” mom said, “My son’s down there”.
 
She turned the corner at the flashing lights and there was the officer that sent dad the other way for aid. Reality hit as she saw one lay, first aid she was given to save her leg. Mom asked where I was as she was given a reply that dimmed her eye.
 
The Sergeant said, “You must go around, electrical is blocking the road, it’s too dangerous” Mom patiently drove to the other side, just to have C.H.P. tell her to not cross the line. It seemed an eternity for mom to wait, not knowing who was where. Flashing lights meant no haste and somehow she knew I was in need of no care.
 
Her eyes cut through the dark with uncontrollable anticipation. “Let me through” she yelled, “Let me find him”! “We can’t let you though just yet, we’re waiting, hold on be patient just yet!
 
Mom was furious at their ignorance, how dare they judge her intuition.
 
Dad finally returned, he walked to the site. Silhouette shinning through the thick of the night. Both of them met in unison at my side, as dad cringed when he saw my body so tight. “Oh God”, she said as she yelled at me…Mom knelt by my side and held me tight. “I told you this would happen”. Relatives tried to pull her off, she said…”Don’t touch me, just give me thought”.
 
As she starred at me in solitude, she wondered why I looked so whole. No blood was shed, no visible signs, no signs of struggle just peace of mind.
 
Mom, Dad, Michelle. . .”I just want you to know, that when we go, it’s always our time in our chart of life. Two weeks prior the message came to thought, and I shared it with Dad on an evening we talked.
 
Remember the day that I couldn’t maintain, when we were driving together to town? I had an awful feeling of fright just being in a car with too many around.
 
My soul had already planned on exiting that night. I just didn’t know that I’d turn that corner on that particular evening’s glow. It is only deep in our heart and our mind that we know it’s so.
 
I never would have turned left on Sullivan if destiny hadn’t been whispering to me through the wind that night. 
 
I had a choice and the choice was mine, you remember… I told you so. That if I should die, before my time, I won’t come back, if I’m not a whole man.
 
And the dream you had when I was a child, of the vehicle that ran me down in the middle of the night. It wasn’t you Mom that drove the car like the fears in your dream that made you cringe with fright. A dream it was, but the vision was clear, it was the one who killed me that night.
 
We choose another, who needed to learn, lessons of strength to better him as a man. His life was shattering, he needed to slow down. This is why he was chosen to run me down. It wasn’t his first and it won’t be his last, his lessons in life keep coming with despair. And in turn, I was chosen to help him, in his life, and he also was chosen to touch many lives. For this wasn’t the first involvement with a loss. It also occurred very similar back in 1989.
 
Some will take heed, and others won’t. Unfortunately he has not learned and his life will continue to bring grief to many more. They do not realize it is so, until it’s time for their soul to go. And if they haven’t learned here in time, they’ll come back to do it all over one more time.
 
Forgiveness is a very hard lesson to learn. But I want you to know, that I have forgiven his soul.
 
We are all here for many different lessons, whatever they may be, we must take heed for if you don’t, you’ll do nothing but hurt your soul. And when it’s too late you can’t turn back, what is done is always done.
 
And until you learn each lesson in your lives, you’ll repeat each one until it is done. His repetitive actions are not coincidental; the problem here is he’s not learned the first one. Over and over time will tell if he truly learned from any of his actions.
 
That night of pain, you touched my lips, my head and my hair, to make sure if I was dead. I felt so bad for you and dad, I wish I could take back your night of fright. But the choice was mine, I could have stayed, but like I told you, I never liked my vegetables or being one. A lifetime of confinement without movement to play was not my idea of life filled with grace. Unable to laugh, unable to run, unable to ride in the hills that I loved.  
 
My sister arrived later at the scene. Awakened she was, from a deep-deep sleep. Mom saw her coming and went to her side. My sister cried “Is that Tommy at the side”? I’ll never forget her shrieks in the night you could cut the thick air with her terrifying fright as she screamed at the top of her lungs in all sight. Many months it would be before she would sleep, not wanting to be awakened with more news to weep.
 
The site of impact was carefully picked. To remind those of accusing words the blame they placed on innocent ears.
 
A cross my uncle made so caringly, he placed at the scene where I lay. Stolen in the night the cross of white, tossed at the entrance of the cemetery. The cross was retrieved and placed again at the scene but stolen again by the same and never to be seen. Your guilty conscious will retain, the pain you caused the families in pain. Four months had passed since you stole the cross; my mom still wished you a fine Christmas.
 


People do not remember words as much as they remember experiences. 
 
 

9/21/2016 6:22 am  #9


Re: Have any of you tried Automatic writing or drawing..?

I am sorry but I just cannot read anything that long at the moment,,, Am just not able to focus...


There is a good way,  a bad way, and a better way.  For my path, I choose the better way..
Nicholas Black Elk
 
     Thread Starter
 

9/21/2016 11:44 am  #10


Re: Have any of you tried Automatic writing or drawing..?

Star Wolf Medicine Woman wrote:

I am sorry but I just cannot read anything that long at the moment,,, Am just not able to focus...

No worries it will be here when you are ready. If I could make an audio for you I would.


People do not remember words as much as they remember experiences. 
 
 

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