Messages from the River of Blood – An autowriting poem experience
Being someone who considers themselves a writer of sorts, I consider auto-writing a part of my practice. But not in the traditional sense. I do it digitally.
A good portion of my time is spent writing these days for the many various outlets I am at the helm of. That’s always been a thing throughout my adult life though. Google Drive is the digital lifeblood that keeps me going! But because of the digital chokehold I’ve always had on my life because of the career paths I’ve chosen, I’ve learned to adapt certain practices for use through digital means.
Autowriting is one of them. Automatic writing is a psychic ability where a person is able to produce words that they aren’t consciously producing. Traditionally, it’s done using pen and paper, you see people draw a lot of squiggles while they connect to a spirit and they produce words through mediumship.
This isn’t exactly what I’m doing every time. There’s been only 2 or 3 times I’ve felt I was directly channeling the words of outside forces/spirits. “Well then it’s not automatic writing!!” That might be true, but I don’t really know what else to call it either. A good chunk of the stuff I write comes from varied trance-like states where I will come out of them and have no idea where I pulled what I wrote out of me. Whatever that is or isn’t called, I’m not sure, but it’s a wild ride… and really interesting to read the next day when it happens late at night and I come back to it like… Oh, okay… We were really on some deep level shit last night, huh?
But this time, I got messages loud and clear. Almost too loud and too clear. Like, to the point where this happened over a year ago and this post has been sitting in my drafts like… “nah man this seems a little full of yourself.” But over the course of the last year, many things have blossomed to make me be like… Whelp, fuck. Alright.
So, I wrote a poem one night after a ritual/meditation experience…
It was much more disjointed than it is here. Meaning, there were erroneous line breaks, I arranged the lines better after the fact, general editing. This autowriting situation doesn’t exactly have a built in fucks given about grammar and spelling function built in, unfortunately. But the edits made I would consider to be “cosmetic” as the content was all there.
I wrote it after doing a ritual meditation journey to the river of blood. The River of Blood is a spiritual place I was introduced to through talking to/working with others in the community. Namely V.S. Nightborn my Coven’s Historian, and Buck Agrios who has been an incredible source of inspiration for my journey over the last couple years. I had started heavily incorporating work with the River of Blood early last yearish? but Buck took me on a guided meditation to the River of Blood back in November of 2022.
The Poem
Off to the River of Blood I go, to give of myself and take off the mask.
To go to the source, and of the ancestors ask
To guide my soul towards ambrosia’s cask.
But when I arrive, they laugh at me.
They remind me of my naivety.
“My Child, How can you not see?
It’s Obvious, plain as can be.
The path you’ve carved all on your own,
you’ve never actually been alone.
Your efforts and devotion are well known,
so are the trials that you’ve been thrown.
This path before you has always been sacred,
Despite feeling vulnerable and naked
Our torchlight has always shown the way,
Shining brightly against the gray,
and even when it seems to fade away.
you always knew the way…
You knew you’d blaze this trail someday
Your message you need to convey
Before they get led too far astray.
So put your beacon on display.
Greatness you have always shown,
it’s amazing how much you’ve grown,
It’s up to you now to set the tone,
change the narrative, reap what you’ve sown.
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