The writer

I ve written thousands of pages, whole books really. Manuscripts of my life questions and experiences and channeled information transmitted to me at the time.

I m a writer.

My mind works fast both receiving, criticizing and filtering out, most times simultaneously.

Now, all this material could be helpful in many ways. Yet, it belongs to my past and I don t feel like investing time on it. Times have changed and the needs of humanity have shifted. We need what we always needed but the forms and expressions have changed.

When I m writing I need to release it fast otherwise momentum is lost. And if I m not writing what needs to be written, the words remain there to haunt me and drag me into some altered state of depression.

I m a writer. It s this uncontrollable urge to write when it comes like a storm. If I don t follow the flow it can blow on my face.

I m an introvert. You may not see it. I m a Sagittarius that is here to spread truth and knowledge. But many aspects of myself are well hidden. Because to speak and deliver the truth, I have gone deep and stayed there for a long time.

My relationship to cold is very controversial. I m Cretan, an islander who absolutely can t be exposed to the Sun for long but can t leave in places that aren t Sunny. Prolonged stay in damp weather could prove problematic. But I love winter. It drops me back to the deep that I absolutely need. In a state of introspection and deep digging as if, it was a matter of death or life.

When time comes, I emerge and writing comes as a storm.

Some people feel the collective deeply. We feel the general state of the world. I feel the energies and the collective heartbeat. I don t have to be in the middle of a crowd to feel the current. I don t have to be inside the stormy sea to understand the danger. I can be physically away yet, very connected.

If I don t say these things to you today, I may never do. You don t have to read me, yet what I m writing transmits to the collective. I want you to know, you re not alone.

We are the collective, we are one, but I can see you. And if these words can reach you, they shall present themselves to you in some form and shape.

E.P.

My Writer

Eleftheria Pagkalou Copyright 2024