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another automatic writing session
June 11 2009

The conversation per-say.

I just had the most interesting conversation with some people from the bay area. They told me that in order to properly celebrate New Year's Eve, that one needed to be at the National Hotel. It is a very old Hotel in a town in Northern California. Out of all the New Year Eve parties they have been to, that one is the best. And that it is a given that the hotel is reportedly haunted. Well, gee of course, aren't all hotels supposedly haunted??
Oops there it is again. That little jig in my writing. It is so weird.

"Why is it weird"?

I am sitting here at Denny's. I have done this before. Sat for hours at Denny's. This time it is because I went home, and dropped off my packages of Christmas gifts. The friend I was with didn't want to come in, she doesn't care much for the feeling she gets inside my house. Sometime's I don't care much for it, either. So, I go in. "Will you please stop that stupid nudging of my pen. I am trying to write something down here. I know my hand isn't shaking and this has happened one time too many before. I am going to get a recorder and just start speaking my thoughts, instead of writing them. That way, this little nudge will stop. How do you like that? Stop laughing. Let me finish what I am trying to write."

So here I sit. As I said, I went in to drop off the gifts. When I got in the house, I headed straight for the dining area, where I had all the other gifts. Then wham, something brushed against my shoulder, and I thought perhaps my friend had come in after all. But, when I turned, no one was there. Then the radio turned on. Then the television came on. "Don't be dumb. That radio does not have an alarm set. The alarm one is in the bedroom. Yeah, where we saw the man." Anyway, the television doesn't have an on and off switch. It is broken. So we have to do the plug in and out thing to work it. This time it wasn't plugged in. It just came on. No electricity going to it. I ran like hell. I just hit the door and slammed it, but also got the dog out. The poor dog is sitting in the car. She was as afraid as I was. "Look, this is really making me tired."

"Sorry. But, you need to concentrate on what you are trying to write. And you need to add some finness to it. Don't get me wrong, it's good."

"What do you mean it's good. I'm jumping back and forth between two, three, four or more stories here. I am writing about the past. I am blending, not so well I might add, all this stuff together. I really do wish you would tell me who you are. I have been sitting here for hours, waiting for my hubby to get off of work. I am tired and you won't leave me alone. I am beginning to think I am crazy. I just write whatever comes into my mind, at whatever time and then comes this little jig of the pen and you or what you are won't even identify yourself. Are you me? Do I have an alternate personna?"

"OH NO"! I am definitely not you. I just need you to say something to someone for me."

"Look, if you can say it to me, then why can't you just say it to them?"
"Because, they don't believe that it is possible for me to communicate and you do."
"Do I even know this person"?
"HUMM, NO NOT YET, BUT YOU WILL. YOU WILL MEET THEM AND WHEN YOU DO YOU WILL RECOGNIZE THEM AS THE PERSON YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO GIVE THIS TOO. CONSIDER YOURSELF A MESSENGER, SO TO SPEAK."

"You know, this is weird. My husband is already weirded out by this crap. The house, the whole bit. I can't tell him that I am talking to someone who isn't there. He would have me committed."

"YEAH, I KNOW. HE ISN'T A REAL BELIEVER. YOU ARE. IT'S SOMETHING THAT WILL WORK IT'S SELF OUT, BUT NOT SOMETHING THAT WILL WELL, THAT'S ALL IN THE FUTURE. YOU WILL UNDERSTAND SOMEDAY. HE WILL STILL BE 'WEIRDED OUT' AS YOU SAY, BUT HE WILL BEGIN TO BELIEVE, HE JUST WON'T UNDERSTAND. YOU'VE BEEN HAVING CONTACTS SINCE YOU WERE LITTLE, YOU ARE STARTING TO UNDERSTAND."

"Well, that's just great. Where are the contacts coming from. I'm confused and tired."

"TRY BEING DEAD. THAT'S TIRING AND CONFUSING AND ALSO CAN BE VERY BORING. TRYING TO CONTACT A HUMAN ENTITY IS HARD WORK."

"Okay, so you are dead. But, I don't really believe that everything or every place that people think is haunted is always haunted. I think that sometimes, there are perfectly normal situations involved that occur. Such as electrical currents and wind and stuff like that. The human mind plays tricks on ya. You're sitting there, and you here a noise and it scares ya. So, you go to investigate and walla, nothing is there. So, you think crazy things. When I was a kid and weird things happened at my house, my Pawpaw would say, 'Oh, Myrtle did it.' Myrtle was the name of whatever or whomever was causing something weird to happen. Problem with that is we lived in a very drafty house. It could have been the wind causing the rocking chair to move. The house was way over a hundred years old."

"TRUE, THINGS LIKE THAT DO HAPPEN. NOT EVERYTHING THAT PEOPLE THINK ARE SUPERNATURAL ARE. BUT, SOME OF IT IS."

"Oh, so now you are saying that, oh, never mind. I can't find the words to describe it."

"I AM SAYING THAT YOU ARE OF A SENSITIVE NATURE AND THAT YOU CAN DECIPHER THE DIFFERENCE. THAT YOU HAVE THE GIFT OF BEING ABLE TO TELL IF IT IS OR ISN'T REAL. YOU FEEL IT, YOU SENSE IT. AND SPEAKING OF THAT, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL YOUR HUSBAND WHAT YOU FELT WHEN HE TOOK YOU TO SEE THE HOUSE. IF YOU HAD OF, YOU MIGHT NOT BE SITTING IN DENNY'S FOR HOUR'S WAITING FOR HIM BECAUSE YOU ARE AFRAID TO GO HOME. PERHAPS YOU SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO THE OLD LADY NEXT DOOR WHEN SHE BROUGHT OVER THE COOKIES AND REFUSED TO COME IN. WHEN SHE TOLD YOU THE SPIRITS WALKED UPON THOSE FLOORS."

"Okay, so I didn't tell him about it. It's only the 2nd or 3rd house like this that I have lived in. Give me a break. Besides, why are we talking about this? It happened years ago."

"Because it is all in relation to what you are going thru right now. You are beginning to develope mentally to another stage. You have gut instinct, if you want to call it that. For instance, you know who is going to die shortly."

"Thanks for not yelling. That's what capitals in sentences mean when you type. It means yelling. And now, here I am sitting at a keyboard years later, writing things down and everyone once in a while the word comes out all screwy."

"My little nudge on the pen has become a nudge in the wrong direction on the keyboard. Haven't you noticed that when you try to type a word and it completely is wrong that it will be badly misspelled. See, it's all about concentration."

"Who are you?? Please tell me who you are. And tell me something else. Am I right in thinking we are going to be moving soon?"

"NO, and Yes."

"MY IDENTITY isn't important. I am no longer a person. Only people have identities.
I am an entity. We don't have ID ~ entities."

"OH MY GOD. I never even realized until just now what that word actually meant. WOW."

"Now you are yelling."

"Sorry, it's just that, well, chit, you know. Stop laughing at me."

"Sorry, yeah I know."

"You know, they have this television show now. It's called Ghost Hunters. They try to debuke or at least help people to understand that things are not always as they seem. That the human mind plays tricks on you. Why is it that everyone automatically thinks a place is haunted just because it's old or because murders took place there or grizzly scenes of horrendous torture took place."

"Because they are searching for answers. It's fascinating. You're fascinated by it. Everyone is that is an identity. You need to get back to the task at hand."

"If I wrote down everything I am or have thought or had come into my mind, I would be sitting at this computer every second of every day."

"Maybe you should be. Now, go back to all that paper stuff you are going thru. You will find that you have repeated yourself and repeated yourself. Just do what you want to do. Go thru it and then put it on keyboard and disc like you want. A few disc will be a lot easier to carry than all that paper stuff. Besides, it's all in your mind. And you know it.
Be gentle when she calls you. Even if you think this old man is a fake and he is, we both know it, she doesn't. His death is going to change a lot of things in this family's life. You also need to be careful. Your neices aren't finished yet. And watch out for the virgo and don't worry about the other thing. Your husband will be hit in the face so hard with it, and will realize that you know what you are talking about. This is his test, not yours. Just be there for him. He's going to be scared, in more ways than you know."

"Then I am right? About the virgo? Or rather the virgos?"

"Yes, you are right, but only to an extent. Don't confuse the two."
"I know it's one of two, but I am not sure which one it is."
"Actually, it's the one who you are pretty sure of, but on the other hand the other one is just as devious, and does have the power to 'cause you to lose it all.'

"By all, that word scares me." To me it is a lot of things. IT's dignity. It's my soul. It's all of my writing. "It's trust."

"No, it's not trust. You've already lost that." And that is a good thing in a way. You know how the identity mind works. You know better than to trust an identitiy. Never ever put your faith or trust in mankind. As far as the physical world goes, trust only what you see with your own eyes and know to be true. Trust only what you feel and as for as the spiriutal world goes, you already know to trust the Creator and that Satan is going to constantly be knocking at your door. He needs people like you on his side. You are a prime target. Your trust is right where it should be., Remember,

"Just as the gifts have been given, so shall the bread be given also." "Also, remember, your husband is a very young soul and has to go thru these experiences, but he does love you very very much. Trust in love, Trust in what you believe in, and trust in yourself."

written sometime in the past,, another automatic writing session,, mispelled words and all.

(c) A. J. Anger
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