Note: I am deeply sorry if this is too long for any of you to read, but please, whoever reads this, please comment as soon as possible. It would be much appreciated.
When you can write about anything about Life, and it comes true, to your will, what do you do? Write.
I will give you some background information, first. It's short:
I have been working on writing my own novel for the past, 8 months or so. I thought that this would just be another fairy tale elegantly written as it pours from my mind onto paper, and thus, into the computerized black-and-white pixels of text. It took me a while to realize that, this was a bit different. This was the first story that I really used some of my real-life experiences and parts of me and imbued those things into my characters.
What I soon discovered was shocking.
As those characters were based off of different aspects of me, many of those aspects long-eradicated, and I soon wrote them new psychic abilities, I began to realize... I was gaining those abilities too.
Not out of evolution, but out of writing.
What I wrote, manifested. And it still does. I wrote one of my characters based off of my dark and unpleasant past (eradicated completely since January 2009), and I gave him something that I didn't have. I gave him the psychic ability to read minds. 'Twas a fortnight's time later that I realized that I had gained the same ability. Two weeks exactly after giving that character the ability to read minds, I was able to read minds, too, and I still am able to. I wrote about a collective consciousness within the character as well, and I gained it too. This ability is constantly evolving and is now becoming part of my intuition as well, or vice-versa. Whatever the case, I continued to write. Things continue to manifest.
My life had completely started over by January 18th, a life that is now, and forever will be, filled with endless joy and happiness, thanks to the love of my life of whom I will refer to as my Angel. For she is one. And because of her, I became one as well. We are hybrids. That story is for another time, though, in pertinence to the hybridization.
Back to the current, what this story is about: It was a few days ago that my Angel had an allergic reaction, causing some bumps to appear on her (she had taken medication but it still continued to mysteriously persist far beyond the normal time it took for them to go away). She also had had this abnormal tiredness lately that got me worried.
Thanks to my intuition, which I work around-the-clock with and am constantly getting feeds from, I realized that I could try to write these abnormalities away.
So I wrote, in my ancient calligraphy, in ink. And it manifested the next day, the next morning, exactly how I had written it. I had written that by the following morning of that day's date, that when she awoke, she would no longer have these allergy bumps. I also wrote that she would discover (I had no reason why, though, and thus left it open it to the Universe) why she had been abnormally tired, and that she would find out that she no longer was abnormally tired.
The time of day, and the events that I wrote, transpired accordingly to the writing.
I am a Life Writer, a Silverscribe if you will. And the above is why I know this, and, there have also been very recent events that I have written using Silverscript and they came true as well. And unlike the previous events that I have read, my ability as a Silverscribe is not directed by God, my Intuition, or any other ethereal, meta-physical, or physical force, it is directed solely by me.
I never plan to use it for negligence. And as a Seer, as well, part of my many abilities, I know when, from years of experience and ever-growing-and-evolving abilities, that evolve on their own, to use it for the Right purpose, and Right time.
"As it has been Written, so shall it Manifest, in Reality."
Sincerely,
Artine
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