Two weeks ago
Two weeks ago today, on Friday, November 7th, I started to write again in my journal. Looking back that was significant. It was important because when I write in my journal I write by hand; I am away from the electronic world – fingers on the keyboard of my laptop computer.
To clarify, it is not that I haven't written in a journal. In one form or another, I think I have journaled since I was about 20 years old. What changed two weeks ago is that I returned to writing by hand.
There is something about holding a pen in my hand and the connection between the paper, the pen in my hand and my eyes and mind. And it’s more than this; it is a total connection between myself – my mind, my spirit and my soul. I’ve missed this way of writing and I felt the difference.
The change continued. One week later, on Friday, November 14th, I changed again and I am not able to say why. I had been writing every day in my journal using a ball point pen. It was a feeling that I was dealing with. Something needed to be changed. I wasn’t sure, but I followed my instinct. I put the ball point pen away and picked up a pencil. Yes, it was still a mechanical object, but it was a pencil. Somehow this pencil felt better in my hand. It felt the right thing to do.
I don’t think I’m sentimental about how I write in my journal, nor do I think I’m somehow superstitious about changing from laptop computer back to handwriting in the journal, or making a switch to a pencil.
Something did change, however. I began to receive messages from “dead humans.” I had received messages like this before, years before, but something felt different. At this time I will not show you the messages that I have been receiving. I am not ready for that. Today I only will show you a picture of me, well, a photo of my hand - writing in my journal (see above photo).
The photo does not show clearly all that I began to write today, so I have typed it here for you to see:
Friday – November 21st, 2014
A new day! I feel free and ready to open myself to the flow of words … Many years ago I wrote in my journal “gentle river flow…” and these words became the title of my second book (self-published). Today, about 10 years later, words continue to flow; but now the flow appears to have expanded. Words now seem to come from a location beyond this paper, this room and this location on earth … words are coming to me from “dead humans,” some people I know only by name (never met on earth; some before my time), some that I have known personally. For example, the other day I was surprised when I saw words on the paper purporting to be from my biological father! [He died when I was 16, over 60 years ago.] What did I do? I ran away – I mean, I quit writing! I absolutely did not want to communicate with him. But the next day I mellowed and actually invited him to return to write. He did … and it was a very interesting experience.
To be continued …
– Joseph