Nicola Kirk: Author and Collector of Paranormal Stories and Other Strange Encounters

Hey, who’s driving this pen?

I’ve often wondered about automatic writing.  Is it true that if I sit down with a pen and paper, try and empty my head of all mundane thoughts (harder than it sounds, trust me – when I’m trying not to think of anything I start thinking about whether I should wear flip flops or hiking boots tomorrow or that I really must sit down and finish writing my latest novel/script/short story – that thought pops up all the time), then some passing spirit will take advantage of my temporary absence of mind and use my hand to write its memoirs.  I had a go at this many years ago and I believe the only word I could make out was the word ‘lilo’.

Lilo?

Would a passing spirit seriously take the time and energy to possess me in order to write ‘lilo’?  Nah, I’m thinking not.

The other evening I decided to have another go once sproglet had gone to bed and the rest of my family were engrossed in other activities (a highly technical game of cards – seriously, it was like watching tactics for world domination being put into place) leaving me free to effectively turn off for a while.  And, oh boy, did I turn off.  You’re going to have to bear with me on this post, because having read through what came out of my head that evening, it reads as if someone swallowed a dictionary and ate a thesaurus for dessert.  And so, dear readers… the result went a bit like this:

Brace! Brace!  You’re In For A Bumpy Ride!

“What’s going through my head right now?  I’d have to say curiously little considering our minds are constantly on the go.  I often accuse myself of writing too much about the mundane, the day to day, but what is the mundane?  Isn’t every moment we live anything but, and a little miracle all in itself?  Do those who profess to have the least have the most? Should my pen be confiscated for writing such tripe?  Guaranteed it should be.  Writing thoughts that want to sound more intellectual than they are.  Filling a page with tired words.  My mind often whirrs to its own beat and I doubt anyone else hears its music.”

By now, some of you will have decided that I’d probably been on the Bacardi when I wrote the above and will have stopped reading, but I can only put it down to my brain trying to clear itself of ‘the mundane’.  What else came out of my pen when I wasn’t paying attention…?

“Are these words even mine?  A disembodied voice whispering in my ear.  CHOCOLATE!  No, that word is definitely mine.  I was reading the other day about an old mental asylum called St. Crispins.  It was something out of a Victorian horror story.  What remains there after the lights are extinguished for the final time, the last person leaves and the door is locked behind them?  Do ghostly faces peer out of cells filled with anguish, wondering why they have been left behind?  Or are they content, secure within the walls of their mental prison, curious at the sight of ghost hunters and thrill seekers who are convinced by the mental horrors of pain and torture their TV addled brains throw out at them.  And here I sit at home, pen of purple in hand, wandering down the dimly lit corridors of my own mind while my husband and mother in law enjoy a game of cards, an unread book at my side that promises to be a good read but hasn’t yet been allowed to capture me while I write, write, write, a restless mind searching for a moment’s peace in the mental asylum of automatic writing.”

Hello? Any Crazy People Here?

Well, if I was coming out with some automatic writing that evening, whoever it was paying a visit had a thing about mental asylums. Or maybe that’s just me.  Well, everyone loves a good gothic mental asylum, don’t they?  Um… don’t they? Wait, I’m not quite done.  Yes:  there was more!

“I’ll read what I’ve written one day and I’ll wonder where the words have come from.  So far from the mundane.  So far from the average – more in common with the rain falling to dash itself on the conservatory roof – “

I think my brain may have short circuited a few sentences ago – I do apologise.  Normal service will resume shortly.

“- I wonder if the roof in our bedroom has resumed its leak.”

See – there I am!

“I had a dream last night.  A flame haired zombie with a smile like a shattered mirror and eyes with sparks of lucid insanity chased me over slippery ice.  A curious thing –  it was oddly amusing.  I awoke needing the loo, wondering how I would react to finding such a zombie in my house in the dead of night.  In the dark, it was an eerie thought; later in the light of day. the thoughts reconciled themselves into a single cohesive statement that I would, of course, remove its head without a single flicker of remorse.”

No more late night horror movies… no more late night horror movies…

“That’s what a zombie hunter in any number of books I’ve read would do.  Is it not so?  Well, we can but hope that we never encounter such beasties of the underworld so we can carry on our masquerade of life without burdening our little brains with such stresses and terrors.  Because what we see on the TV and what we read in books is just for our cheap thrills and needs to be stored away in the recesses of our thoughts as bollocks so we can close our eyes at night.  Sleeping with one eye open is not as easy as it sounds.”

I have never tried sleeping with one eye open.  I don’t recommend it unless you have a bottle of Optrex in the cupboard.

Is It Over Yet?

“And so, drinking the cold dregs of my tea while Sandy winds her claws into my hair while she lounges behind me on my headrest -“

Sandy is my cat, not a pet zombie, please don’t panic.

“- at peace with the knowledge that when she throws up on the rug I have to clear up after her of a morning, have I achieved any kind of mindless Nirvana?”

Some of you will now be screaming that I’ve definitely achieved a mindless something right about now.

“I can tell you I have no idea what I’ve been writing but my subconscious tells me the zombies will keep.”

So…um…yeah.  That was an insight into my world of automatic writing.   I wasn’t paying much attention to what was coming out of the end of my pen that night as my brain seemed to be elsewhere (as it often is most days anyway).  One day I may give it another shot, see if any revelations appear on paper.  Perhaps an entire novel might appear – that would be handy – I understand it has happened to people before.  Do spirits get writer’s block…?

I’d love to hear if you’ve had a go at automatic writing – perhaps you’d like to post up a transcript of whatever came out of the end of your pen when you least expected it?

Regards.

Nicola

weirdworld@hotmail.co.uk

©Nicola Kirk and http://www.nicolakirk.wordpress.com 2012

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Comments on: "AUTOMATIC WRITING – AN OUTLET FOR VERBAL DIARRHEA OR A NOTEPAD FOR THE SPIRIT WORLD?" (8)

  1. Haha! Great post. I’ve tried automatic writing, or as it’s commonly called here in the US, “free writing.” It doesn’t work for me. I don’t come away with any nuggets or gems, and I usually end up feeling like I wasted my time. Something that helps me loosen up is writing flash fiction–just really short pieces that probably won’t ever see publication. 🙂

    • Thanks Adriana 🙂

      I may have another go at this at some time, but it’s hard to know whether you’re coming out with anything of interest or even anything sane. For example, I had an urge to write that Hitler actually escaped the war with Eva Braun and actually only died a few weeks ago. But… I think we can safely assume that even Hitler never made it to… what, 123 years old?!

  2. donald austin said:

    Hi I tried auto writing whitch ended up with me going to the spiriturlist church to get rid of it , It did give predictions whitch were true, but with any form of spiritural contact you must learn how to gain protection before opening up and learn how to close it when you have finished, maybe if I had known this from the start I would still be writing today

    • Hi Donald,

      Thanks for dropping by and leaving your comments. If you had any experiences you would like to share with us, I for one would be extremely interested to hear about them.

      Regards.

      Nicola

      • donald austin said:

        I suppose the most interesting experience from writing was it told me the reason I was in the relationship at the time and that we woyld split and she was to go on and marry. Afew years later a medium told me Iwould write again because it was in my prelife promise too,
        I am told if you don’t keep your promises thing will keep ocurring to remined one of them,
        A relation of mine called out of the blue to tell me that they where researching prelife promises, instantly I recelled everything that happened (16 years ago) and as a result I discovered that I had meet my exes husband and I see him arround regually which keeps the memories alive ………just to remined me???

      • Did you have a particular way you went about your automatic writing? Did you have to go into a trance or were you able to just sit down and do it?

  3. donald austin said:

    I didn’t have to go into a trance, when I was a kid I would try to copy a spirograph by leaning over a table taking my upper body wieght on my left arm and holding a pen in the other and just letting my arm hang loose and just letting it swing over the paper to make the patterns , it just seemed the obvious way to auto write and oh boy did it work!!!! If you realy want to try this please seek advice from a trained spiritalist . But either way if you do it you’ll find that at first you just get meaningless scribbles but if they turn into spirrels then you are begining to make contact.

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