The Theosophists (Madam Blavatsky and her buddies) were proponents of automatic writing. Supposedly higher level beings can write stuff through us without us doing anything other than holding the pen. I never knew if this was real until I saw it for myself. One day a man walked in my studio and said he had a message for me. I’m like, “What dude? Who are you?” but he had already gone into a trance. He did not move a muscle and slowly words appeared on the notebook he was holding. It was spooky. He didn’t even have a pen.

After a minute or two, he ripped off the sheet with the words, handed it to me and abruptly left. I looked down to see what it was. It was an offer to extend my car warranty.

Wow, automatic spam.

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