Last year I wrote wants rather than resolutions. I liked the piece so this time I sat and wrote whatever came to mind, until I wrote 'end', which felt like a natural place to, well,
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Last year I wrote wants rather than resolutions. I liked the piece so this time I sat and wrote whatever came to mind, until I wrote 'end', which felt like a natural place to, well,
“We are more alive in the spirit world than you are on Earth. We can see you, hear you, touch you and feel you”
Auto writing or Automatic writing is also called “psychography” , a claimed psychic ability that allows a person to produce written words without consciously writing. They do this by holding a writing instrument and allowing the spirits to manipulate the practitioners hand. The instrument can be a standard writing instrument or one specially designed for automatic writing.
When saw this video, two options or choices or fears or desires or any other emotional response to the unfolding of my reality. What makes my reality? Do i say, I am the one who makes my reality. If that is true, when scanning my previous experiences, I find i was not the interpreter of that experiences. Because looking at it from this current experience of mine. This reality is the truest version of reality i can muster up at this moment.
So a long story short, i am realizing the quote “we make our reality” is the correct personal interpretation of the incoming data from all our senses.
That conduit that collects that incoming data from our senses. a 24 hour continues processing.
More sad news
It comes in waves
But when did the sea take over
I am like this island, all angles
Playing games with tongues
Repeating backwards for future insured
It comes with the waves
More sad news today
Changes to rain. Snow. Sleet
Wind, wind me
"sun soon went away"
"aye, but we were lucky to have some"
I never got proper stitches, but me mates could always put them in me
More news everyday
I surf on waves
Stone circles aren't engraved, fancy facing someone head long for all your death
Awkwardly rotting flesh dual whitness
"grounds wet but I heard no rain of the night"
"must of been that type, steady and light"
You're going to die
He's already gone
Someone just upped and decided long before and
Now you're the only one
Waiting for elderly assurances
Forgetful of the mirror
Owls aren't wise, just tired
Money finds its way to us.
Life Story:
Just a girl
Standing next to a boy
Asking her employer for the same contract
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I no longer wish to be alive she cried
Until she was shrivelled and dead inside
The problem is I keep on living
Her friends would roll their eyes,
If you wanted to be dead you wouldn't have survived
I was part of a secret santa and with permission from who i made them for i want to share the present.