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Gale Minchew, PhD

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The Beauty & Mystery Of Automatic Writing

Today, I had the most amazing day.  Now don’t get me wrong, if you know me then you know that I try to make every day amazing.  But today I had several different conversations with very new friends about a topic near and dear to my heart…the metaphysical/paranormal.  What’s so special about that?  Well, most importantly, these people trusted me enough to tell me their stories, their experiences, and in part, their fears associated with opening up.  Out of respect for my new friends, I won’t divulge their experiences, but over the next few posts, I will detail some of what I shared with them about my personal experiences. 

In 2009, I began writing my first novel, Shadows of Destiny, which would later become the flagship for the Shadows of Destiny Saga.  As some of you may know, I began writing my manuscript on my Blackberry while on winter vacation.  The words just flowed…I had no idea from where they came but they flew from my thumbs to the screen almost faster than I could type them.  It was beautiful.  After vacation and about 10,000 words, I transferred the files to my laptop and continued.  I never dreamed these words would blossom into a full manuscript much less a novel. 

 But where did these words come from?  I pondered that question for days.  Eventually it became a question I asked in conjunction with emails to friends, as well.  It wasn’t until some time later I learned about automatic writing, and I finally had my answer.  For those of you who have not heard of automatic writing it is an almost magical way of connecting with angels, your spirit guides or higher self.  They deliver messages which the writer records through paper and pen or even with the use of a keyboard.  This was my answer.  This is what I had experienced in writing my novel.  This is what I experienced while writing emails to friends facing difficult situations in life, my fingers flying so rapidly across the keyboard that I hadn’t any time to waste…no time to read or edit what I’d written, lest the words be lost.  What I finally realized was that the angels were speaking through me…with me channeling their words through writing…automatic writing.

 There is a plethora of information available about the topic.  If you’re interested, I encourage you to research automatic writing.  Here’s a great article to get you started: Automatic Writing.  If you’ve ever personally experienced automatic writing, I’d love to hear your story!  Take a moment to share your comment below!  In my next post, I will discuss what I like to call…My Awakening…so be sure to check back again soon.

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The Sidewalk Ends Here…

May 11, 2011

I don’t remember any books from my childhood.  At least, that’s what I thought.  When I first tried to conger up memories of reading, I drew a complete blank.  Yes, I couldn’t think of one single book!  So, I decided to delve a little further into my mind and came up with the cute teddy bear board book my mom read to me as a toddler, Cinderella, and The Princess and the Pea.  I still have that little teddy bear book and will always cherish it.  But, can that really be all I remember reading as a child?  Pulling those memories from the frayed edges of my mind soon buried me under a wave of book covers and authors.  Oh!  What about the Sweet Valley High series by Francine Pascal?  I read that series incessantly during my teen years.  I remember spending so much money on those books…and it became a challenge…buying, reading, and arranging all those books on my shelf in chronological order.  Then, a little further back I remembered some required reading from middle school…Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret by Judy Blume and the life and writings of Edgar Allen Poe.  I admit, I didn’t care for Judy Blume, but I was fascinated with Edgar Allen Poe…The Raven, The Tell Tale Heart, The Masque of the Red Death, The Pit and the Pendulum, and so on.  But, I still wonder why they had Poe as required reading for a 13 year old!  It was probably my fascination with Poe that led to my interest in crime/suspense/mystery novels.  So, it was only logical that by high school, I had moved on to Dean Koontz, Stephen King, and Anne Rice. 

I continued to ponder the books I read as a child and found that with all the authors, titles, and genres flowing through my mind, I continuously returned to fourth grade.  It was a magical year, I suppose…a time for trading stickers with my friends, staying out of the clutches of boys chasing girls on the playground, and my first introduction to poetry.  Now, I admit I would have done almost anything to not go outside for recess, as you can imagine!  Quite coincidentally, my fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Joyce Sigler, had an exciting project for me and a friend in lieu of play time.  At recess, she would tape a large sheet of white paper on the wall and place the overhead projector in just the right spot for maximum size.  She would then place a transparency on the overhead glass, and my friend and I would carefully trace the letters and drawings onto the plain white paper.  That simple job made me feel important!  And, unbeknownst to me at the time, I learned about poetry and how to make that funny little lower case ‘a’.  I mean, who really writes an ‘a’ like that?  Ultimately, I ended up reading the entire book from which the transparencies were made.  What an exciting experience at such an impressionable time in my young life!

You may wonder what poetry could possibly fill a fourth grader with so much excitement.  This poetry was magical, complete with funny drawings…a book filled of stories such as Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout who would not take the garbage out, a crocodile who went to the dentist, and little Peggy Ann McKay who was so sick she could not go to school today!  Yes, Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein became my favorite book that year.  That year became one of my most memorable years in school and, by my estimation, served as a catalyst for my growing love of books.

I now share Mr. Silverstein’s books with my own children.  Not only Where the Sidewalk Ends, but A Light in the Attic, Falling Up, and The Giving Tree, as well.  Will my fourth grader have the same memories about reading these books as I have?  Probably not, but I hope to make an impression as great as that given to me all those years ago by one very special fourth grade teacher and Shel Silverstein!

*This entry first appeared as a guest post on basicallyamazingashley.com in May 2011