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The Explanation"Miracle" is a name with which I refer to the source of communications that occur whenever I allow my right arm and hand to automatically write. I do this with as little conscious interference as I am able. Much of what is about to be written will "pop" into my consciousness just before it appears on paper. Sometimes what is written is a surprise to me. Sometimes I become aware that I have interfered with what was to be written. When this happens, some scribbling often occurs, sometimes wiping out what I interfered with, then the message continues. I endeavor to be as mentally "quiet" as possible whenever I am automatic writing.I first learned about automatic writing while studying hypnotherapy. At first I had no pre-conceived ideas about it, other than that some people could allow it to happen, and most could not. It took very little for me to begin to automatic write, but my initial results were quite disturbing. In the beginning I had no idea about choice and protection. I guess my idea was that angels would let me in on the secrets of the Universe, or something along that line. At first my hand created lines and squiggles and swirls--similar to the practice squiggles that our teachers had us do when we were learning how to write. Then words began to form. I was very excited until I realized that what had been written was some nonsense about "traveling the trepid truck trails ..." I found the content to be total dribble. I had expected pearls of wisdom. I asked "why are you writing all this strange stuff?" The reply wrote out "Because you are such a stupid jerk!" I threw the pencil across the room, wadded up the paper and determined that I was through with automatic writing. Of course, that experience fascinated me even more. I began to read whatever I could find on the subject. This was in 1969 or 1970, so there was no Internet to draw information from. I finally obtained a book that suggested that any automatic writing session should be preceded by an affirmation or prayer of protection. In this prayer, it suggested, I should decree that I would only allow my body to be used by the highest, most Godly entity that was available to me, and that I could only be used to do good deeds. That seemed reasonable, given my previous experience, so I tried it again, now feeling fully protected by my prayerful affirmation of choice. That definitely made a difference. From that point forward I was never insulted through the writing again. Appropriately chastised and disciplined, yes--but insulted, no. I wrote for many years without it ever occurring to me that I should keep records of the writings. They each pertained to something that was going on in my life at that moment, so once I had read and understood the messages it didn't seem important to keep them. Also, it didn't occur to me until much later to write notes on the pages to remind me what the subject for the writing was, so most of them would have been meaningless anyway. Once, while I was writing, my second wife asked me if the source of the writing had a name. I had always assumed that the source was just a part of my subconscious mind, so the idea of a name had not occurred to me. I thought it was a little silly, but I asked anyway "Do you have a name?" I got back the reply "Yes. My name is Miracle." At first that freaked me out a bit. It didn't seem right somehow--like the term "miracle" was already spoken for and pre-assigned to God in some way. After thinking about it, it occurred to me that the simple fact that I, supposedly a skeptical scientific type that believed in very little, was sitting there asking questions of a blank sheet of paper, a pencil and my hand was somewhat of a miracle already. Miracle it was ... I don't automatic write often. It usually happens as a result of some new or intense challenge that I am having trouble resolving on my own. At some point it occurs to me to put pen to paper, and amazingly astute advice usually comes forth. At other times I will notice a strange feeling in my right arm and wrist. It may bother me for several hours before I remember that it is the feeling I get when I am automatic writing. I grab a paper and pen, relax a bit, and often get a "why didn't you pay attention sooner?" scolding when I first begin to write. I am telling you all of this because I recently (January of 2007) received a suggestion from Miracle that I share the writings online. The advice has been of such great help to me, it seems like a good idea to make it available to others. As time allows, I will post the ones that are not too personal ... If there is anything specific that you want to know about my automatic writing, just e-mail me. (If you don't already know me and have my personal e-mail, please use the e-mail form at www.abcompany.com.) If I don't know the answer, I may pose it to Miracle and see what comes of it. Oh, and to answer the stock question for those few who are ruled by fear rather than by God's love, "No, this has nothing at all to do with Satan ... Grow up!" |
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