HSPs and Automatic Writing: It’s Good For Who You Really Are

First, let’s set the scene. Sherri Cortland (the amazing author and coach) is my guest speaker for my online Meetup. I’ve been hosting these meetups for several years, mostly on zoom since the pandemic, where I offer mediumship, meditation, and guided music. Sherri and I had been meeting right up through the day before, and had fully agreed on our intention and presentation, and had completed the usual zoom/tech-related checks. Everything should go off without a hitch.

Yeah. That’s what I said.

It seems the Spirit World had a different idea entirely. No matter how many links I sent, Sherri couldn’t seem to join the meeting. No matter which computer she tried, she couldn’t access the class. Finally, using her phone, she made it in, but couldn’t see any of the participants other than me. She couldn’t share her PPT presentation, nor could she play the flute music I’d sent her as background for her meditation.

Technology, right?

Fortunately, given our knowledge of the perfection of the universe — even when it feels as if we’re being thrown overboard without a life preserver — we plowed ahead, and Sherri facilitated all of us, sight unseen, through layers of guided chakra meditation and automatic writing, her tools for direct communication with Spirit. And we all loved it.

Especially me.

Being mostly a clairsentient HSPs , I don’t think of myself as someone who does “automatic writing.” And yet, here I sit yet again, having the words flow through my fingers as if they were written already and I’m just typing them into the computer. As if I’m hearing them for the first, and yet not at all the first, time. Before I do a mediumship session with a client, I sit quietly and write down all the things that come to me, no matter how strange, unsettling, or crazy they may appear to be. I get song lyrics, names, visuals of all sorts of things that don’t make sense to me, but always, in some shape or form, make sense to the client. I’ve had to learn to trust that in order for me to receive validation, I have to have the courage to speak the information out loud. Not an easy thing to do until you keep doing it…and doing it…and doing it.

At the meetup with Sherri, after listening to her incredibly articulate explanation of how auto-writing works and we’d watched as she demonstrated her process first-hand, we got to give it a try ourselves.

When things happen that you don’t expect

What I didn’t expect is what happened, of course. Not only did I receive information in the same way I do prior to seeing a client where words, thoughts, and pictures come through my pen, but Jeremy, one of Sherri’s Spirit Guides, made his presence known. I argued with him that he was Sherri’s not mine, but he insisted he was “on loan.” Five minutes later I had words like “speckled hen” and “thumbtack,” along with a very loving message reminding us all to know how magical we are. To know and own our own magic and share it with the world.

I don’t know about you, but it was the speckled hen-and-thumbtack thing that really got my attention. Not that it made any sense at the time. But, like I said, the stranger the information, the more certain it is that it means something important. In this case, to my new client today, who had just lost her husband. The look on her face when I mentioned the hens was sheer incredulousness, but when I got to thumbtacks, there’s no way to describe her reaction. Words that mean nothing to me meant everything to her.

The upshot?

• Use automatic writing.
• Use meditation.
• Use any tool that feels good.

Just keep doing it.

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This morning I had a lengthy conversation with a fellow gym rat. Not that I’m much of a rat…more of a mouse, really. But still. Anyway, seems a dear friend of his from the past, someone he’d lost touch with the last few years yet someone he’d appreciated and revered, had died. This guy at the gym, let’s call him Stew, was obviously experiencing sadness, and disappointment in himself for not having stayed in contact because “now it’s too late.”

I’m an HSP with certain abilities, so it’s up to me.

As an intuitive medium, I was already connecting with Stew’s friend “Jim,” seeing him in my mind’s eye as the powerfully built former linebacker I would soon discover he was (from Stew’s later description), and a man with a heart of gold. Although Stew knows that I “talk to dead people,” we’d never gotten into it before during our brief convos passing from Stairmaster to elliptical. You know, friendly at the gym, but not that friendly. His discomfort (okay, fine, skepticism), apparent by the immediate sliding away of the eyes whenever the topic of my “work” came up, was clear enough. And, since I wasn’t there to disturb his chi or anything, I’d always let it go. But now, Stew had tears in his eyes and I wanted to help. Jim was asking me to help.

Should you share the messages you get? Share what you know, feel, see, hear?

I figured, well, what the heck. Spirit never steers me wrong. I had nothing to lose. Oh so gently I posited to Stew that it might help to know that Jim was feeling pretty good on the Other Side, at ease. That he knows his family misses him, but his death was what he chose because it was easier for everyone than it would have been had he hung around any longer—that a long illness toward death would have been even more painful for everyone. Jim was suggesting that Stew might want to think about writing a note to Jim’s wife to express Stew’s love for this kind-hearted man who thought as highly of Stew as Stew did of him.

Spirit will never guide you wrong.

This afternoon as I sit at my desk waiting for a client to arrive, I keep thinking about Stew and Jim and about the delicate space that exists around sharing when you aren’t at all sure how your sharing will be received. When my phone pinged I was a little surprised to see a text from Stew. We aren’t texting buddies, and in fact had never exchanged more than phone numbers. Still, I felt as if I’d been waiting for the message. Attached were two images, one of Jim as a young sportsman and one of him a couple of years prior to his recent passing. Stew, without admitting to any kind of belief around Spirit, had found a way to let me know, and let Jim know, that connecting with me had connected him to Jim…and that the connection had transmuted some of the ache he’d been holding due to his own guilt over letting the friendship fall by the wayside into a less troubled space. And Spirit, in this case, Jim, was assuring me I’d done the right thing by speaking up with love in my heart.

Miracle or not?

I call this a mini-miracle. I know, I know. Many might, even reasonably, disagree. I mean, what’s so miraculous about someone who absolutely positively doesn’t believe in “stuff like that” feeling potentially comforted by something someone like me or you says? Someone who, just perhaps, understands loss, death, dying, and matters of Spirit and is willing to express that in a moment of need? I’ll tell you.

Turns out, like with everything else, it’s all a matter of perspective. I never saw miracles in my life because I didn’t believe in them. I didn’t believe in them because I had a definition of what they were that couldn’t possibly be supported by “real life.” I also had a long history of hiding what I saw, felt, heard, sensed, knew, and believed when it might have rocked the proverbial boat of reason.

The thing is that keeping quiet is no longer an option. I want to share the loving messages I receive.

• I want to express my truth.
• I want to be authentic.
• I want to feel relaxed and in alignment.

None of which I can do or be if I’m hiding who I am. An HSP, a Highly Sensitive Person, and a person with unique talents and abilities to share.

What are you hiding that is begging to come out of the closet?

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It’s taken years to even begin to get accustomed to knowing the difference between acting on my thoughts and following guidance. What I now call my Intuitive Guidance System, or IGS. So when I ask a deliberate question and get—you guessed it—a whole lot of nuttin’, well, it feels like something’s gone awry. Like in a really big way.

This is what happened last night. I’d traveled to the Oregon Coast to do one of my metaphysical Afterlife Meetups, which had begun several years ago in the tiny coastal town where I lived with my husband and after he made his transition to the Great Beyond. After moving to Washington State a few months ago, it felt like it was time to head back, to see as many as I could in my beloved community, and maybe even put a little bit of a period at the end of that decade’s sentence. I asked my team in the Up There to support me in whatever way was in the best interest of everyone: me, all the participants, the friend with whom I was staying, Source, the drivers on the road…you get the picture. I also asked for some suggestions—a good solid download would be nice—on what to talk about. I mean, I assumed I’d be doing some mediumship because that was always in the cards (so to speak), but what would I talk about? What did I have to say that might be inspirational, that might get minds, bodies, and souls up and doing a little jig or maybe a two-step?

I asked the week before. Then every day up through my landing at my friend’s house the night before go time. At that point, only the tiniest of little red flags was only beginning to show up on the horizon. Yet, as I unpacked my suitcase, I wondered why a room full of people would show up (sans masks for the first gathering of its kind in over two years, I might add) if I had nothing to say?

Are you telling me I’m supposed to trust my gut? Me???

I was sharing that fact with my friend and expressing that I was still waiting—patiently, I thought, IMHO.  She only laughed and said, “It’ll come to you. It always does. You just have to trust it.”

Duh. Maybe it was a good time to send up a little white flag instead?

Cut to the next night. Library. Afterlife Meetup night. 5 PM. Turns out the person who was supposed to post my flyers in town had been busy with other things and forgotten. It occurred to me that maybe that’s why I had a basket so overflowing with nothing—because no one was going to show up. But then one person strolled in. And another…and another. Until every one of the 50 chairs was filled.

Suddenly, I knew exactly what I wanted to say. Because all I needed to do was be there and reflect and express gratitude for all the love that was being generated in that room. To talk about how, in the midst of nothing, everything gets a chance to surface. How validation that you’ve been listening to your IGS shows up when you least expect it, when you’ve reached the point where you’re pretty darn sure you’ve used up your allotted supply and your Intuitive Guidance ATM account tells you its pockets are empty.

The HSPs Intuitive Guidance System

It’s like the old Gerry Seinfeld series: the show about, you guessed it, nothing. How does a show about nothing end up running for a gazillion or so season end up to be one of the greatest shows ever? You guessed it. Because in the very nothingness there is also the everything.

It’s where you have “nothing” to talk about until the last minute and it reveals exactly what’s been on your mind and in your heart and in your soul.

It’s where your ego/shadow side decides to rear its snide little self and scream (or whine, as the case may be), “I’m not good enough. What am I doing here? And here I thought I had something worthwhile to share?”…and demands you take a good hard look at what’s driving you.

It’s when you realize, just as you do during meditation, that there’s more in the “nothingness” than you could ever have imagined.

Maybe it’s even where, if you settle in, your mind takes a break and your spirit gets to shine. Where, if you’re willing, you can find and trust—your true, highest, Self.

And where, if your IGS is invited to steer the car for you, you can actually relish the ride.

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So, to recap, you’ve asked the big questions:

• If wearing someone else’s coat can feel so right, can feel as if it’s mine without a shadow of a doubt, then what else could be going on here?
• What else am I believing is “mine” that really belongs to someone else?
• How do I know if/when I’m in my own Unique Energetic Signature or diddling around in someone else’s?
• What about all the feelings I feel and the thoughts that come into my head unbidden?
• When I feel sad or angry or upset, are those feelings really mine?
• Because if they’re not mine, I don’t really want them.
• If I know I don’t want them, how do I give them back—or not accept them at all?

Now, what???

The voice on the other end of the phone, the one that convinced you the coat you thought was yours really belonged to them, has turned your life upside down. You feel lost at sea, gob-smacked. How could you have been so convinced of something that was absolutely not true? It’s scary, really, how you could have believed something so deeply that was so wrong, and begin to wonder what else in your life you may have misinterpreted or against which you may have misguidedly chosen to take a stand.

This time is was “only” your favorite red coat. But what if it’s so much bigger than that? What if someone else’s coat was vying to be an energetic contender it had no right to be!

Don’t worry! That’s what we’re here to talk about.

The 32BYou Method: Amplification, Alignment, and Calibration

What’s the 32BYou Method?

1. Wring out your psychic/energetic sponge body, your Psychic Octopus, so you can focus on AMPLIFYING your own vibratory field.
2. Identify your UES, your Unique Energetic Signature so it’s easy to stay in ALIGNMENT with who you really are.
3. Develop your IGS, your Intuitive Guidance System, your permanent gateway to ongoing CALIBRATION.

You’ve already learned about the psychic sponge, the psychic octopus, and the coat of many contenders: how we unconsciously tap into other people’s energetic fields and then take on their thoughts, feelings, and reactions. The next step is knowing how to identify and recognize your very own UES, your Unique Energetic Signature, so you can pull in those tentacles of energetic grasping any time you want.

The only way to pull in your tentacles is first by knowing your own energy. If you don’t want to be in someone else’s, you absolutely need to know what yours feels like. Most of us don’t have any idea. Sure, we have a personality (an ego-driven side) and we identify by the things we like and do. Yet, in the end, we really have no idea if they are ours or we’re absorbing them by default.

Take the gym, for example . . .

(or a class environment, or a restaurant). These are all places where you probably come in contact with people you have never met, or don’t know well. For me, any time I went to the gym I found myself deluged with emotions. Feelings of all sorts. As soon as I felt an emotion hit, two things happened. First, I recognized I was feeling whatever it was, such as fear or anxiety. Second, I felt distraught about what I felt and how I felt. And, third, I attempted to figure out why I was feeling that way. Where could I place the blame? Was it because Jim hadn’t said hello to me or Jane hadn’t called when she said she was going to? Did that mean he didn’t like me or Jane had lied to me? What did I do wrong that would make them behave that way? What should I do? Speak up first to Jim, pretend nothing happened? Call Jane and tell her how upset I feel?

Someone else’s energy is speaking through you, thinking through you, and acting through you.

And on, and on, and on: The thought thread that never quits keeps you in a constant cycle of expectation, anxiousness, and delusion.

In order to change your energetic mechanism from “Default” to “Yours and Only Yours,” you need to spend time in your signature of alignment.

Step 1: Wring out your psychic/energetic sponge body, your Psychic Octopus, so you can focus on AMPLIFYING your own vibratory field.

1. Close your eyes and give yourself a moment to breathe, to go inside.
2. On the slow count of 1-2-3, with your eyes closed, say out loud and with strength and volume, your full name. “MY NAME IS FILL IN YOUR NAME.”
3. Feel how it feels to speak that truth. Where do you feel the truth of that knowledge in your body? In your chest, your throat, your pinky toe? Take a minute to feel what you’re feeling.
4. Do the same thing again, but this time instead of speaking your own name, make one up: “My name is John Smith,” for example. Say it just as loudly and strongly. FEEL IT.
5. What does it feel like in your body to speak an untruth? To state something with such assuredness that is obviously false?
6. Again, try to pinpoint where you feel the sensation of that untruth in your body.
7. When you’re done, open your eyes slowly and breathe.

For many people, this simple exercise is hugely effective—as it was for me. I’d never taken the time to feel somatically the difference between what someone said to me and what I felt was or wasn’t true. Not only did I realize that the two vibrations in my body were completely different, I knew from then on I would be able to recognize truth from lie and, hence, my energy from someone else’s.

Budda-bing-budda-boom.

Life changing.

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