This blog is about automatic writing. If you are new to this site, please take a moment to read Intro to Automatic Writing. When you go there, you will find My Introduction from the book, Journey Within – Another Dimension Of Life. The introduction is brief, but it gives a good explanation of how this process (automatic or channeled writing) began for me. Please read that before you continue reading here—everything on this site will make more sense when you do.
If you read these posts in order, you may recall the impasse I had while writing the book Journey Within. In that post, I mentioned I would be sharing some of the poetry I recorded and subsequently published in the book Always Rising.
Precious Moments
Time is one of their favorite topics. Here is a poem about time, and what we do with it, from their perspective:
Precious moments are what we have while we are here
Every breakthrough happens in moments
Every smile, every discovery, every awakening
Indeed, every lifetime, in moments
Like nuggets of gold, lining the stream bed
Just waiting to be found, and once found
What will be done with them, where will they end
Building a dream, mending a fence, helping a friend
Or stored in hoards of greed
Buried, back in the ground
Some of the writings take you to a place where you can forget about time for a while.
Peaceful and Serene
The winding road, our chosen journey through life
On occasion, we happen upon a pastoral scene
Perhaps a pond next to hillsides of lawns
With sand filled beaches, reeds and cattails, and a gentle breeze
Stepping on cool grass, fresh cut and sweet
We stroll down a gentle slope beneath lofty shade trees
To a liquid gemstone of aquamarine
We think not of the creatures beneath our feet
But they are there, right where they belong
Earthworms, spiders, ants, and bees
Creating what they know to create
And by the water, bullfrogs croaking, crickets chirping
Red winged black birds singing their happy song
Bellies full of crickets and worms—singing all day long
There is a rhythm to the day—a rhyme to the sound
Peaceful and alone—with life all around
They talk about eternity in poems, and riddles, like this:
Long ago
Before time was a clock
Before dirt was a rock
Before joy, and sorrow
And video games
A time before time
Before God had a name
Where stories of chaos
And stories of bang
Are blown to smithereens
The here and the now
The before and the after
And everything in between
Eternity like harmony
Comes and goes in waves
A universe is born at first
From ones that lie in graves
And this:
Eternity
Every moment the first
Every moment the last
Every moment the future
Every moment the past
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