Automatic

writing

The pen moves slowly across the page, as if resisting the words that spill forth in ink. There is a hesitancy, a reluctance, as if the writer herself does not want to see the story that is unfolding. An expression of horror glazes her eyes and her mouth moves in silence, haunted by the journey of violence and death her hand reveals.

Years of abuse and oppression curl in copperplate atrocity, tracing cold decades from hopeful bride to browbeaten victim. A story that tears at the gut and one that needs to be told; silenced for too long by fear and fist. She recognises the tragedy of her life, of her lost dreams and forgotten laughter. She knows the despair, the self-hatred, the unreasonable guilt…

Make it stop. Please. Make it stop.

The litany echoes in her mind. Mute tears blotch the paper as her hand moves inexorably onward. Pity for lost innocence, hurt for broken illusions, pain for the blackened flesh and scarred wrists… grief for the children… colouring each word with a dark agony.

No-one sees. No-one knows. The fallacy of happiness is maintained… the smiling mask remains in place…no-one wants to look beyond and see…

The tale moves on, towards that night…

Make it stop.

There had been blood. So much blood.

It has to stop. I am sorry.

It had been too much.

Not the children. No.

She can no longer see. Tears and blank horror blind her… but her hand moves on…

And I am sorry.

Sorry for my life, sorry for my failure to act. For my blindness.

Sorry for this woman, my daughter, my sister, whose pen moves without her volition, telling a story that needs to be told. She writes my words at my impulsion because she can…because she too knows… and I can reach her now as I could not do before…I can speak now what I could not tell before…

Now, from beyond…


“Automatic writing or psychography is an alleged psychic ability allowing a person to produce written words without consciously writing. The words are claimed to arise from a subconscious, spiritual or supernatural source. “ Wikipedia

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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19 Responses to Automatic

  1. willowdot21 says:

    Oh! Sir this is so good. Such a story here. I have heard of this automatic writing but like most people know little about it. Would there be more to come 💜

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  2. willowdot21 says:

    Sorry Sir should read Sue .
    The phone is out to get me 💜

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  3. willowdot21 says:

    Reblogged this on willowdot21 and commented:
    A story from beyond , from Sue Vincent , well worth a read.

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  4. I hope there’s a part 2 to this …

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  6. jenanita01 says:

    Powerful words, Sue… would that we could all have some outside help occasionally, or at least when it really matters!

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  7. joylennick says:

    Strong stuff, Sue. Having been so lucky in life (despite usual pitfalls like cancer and grief), I feel so much empathy for anyone who has suffered at the hands of some monster or other – be it a mother/father/lover/spouse/stranger. Love and peace. x .

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  8. Isabel Caves says:

    Excellent piece!

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  9. Jennie says:

    This is powerful! Anyone who has suffered needs to heal, and this could be the way.

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