|My outliner pen was new. I read the Joey Crinita prayer out loud, then meditated for twenty minutes or so with pen and journal ready before my hand started moving to write. The energy was undoubtedly male. He was testing out the process to see if he could work with me; using my arm and hand to get his writing on the paper. No talking that day, just writing, like I imagined an old scribe would do. He was infinitely calm and collected, very professional, serious, sitting perfectly straight in the chair in our hotel room as he practiced. The ferry to Tulum departs bright and early every morning. We would be on it tomorrow.
I felt enormous pressure to perform some important feat even though I wasn't very clear on what I would do. It was easy to let the old guy use my arm and hand; allowing his presence to write was doing without doing on my part. I strongly felt the Old One's energy, his excitement and anticipation made my heart palpitate. This pleasant to be around invisible entity joined our honeymoon to collaborate on a project that began hundreds to thousands of years ago. Now it was time to manifest the next part of the plan and I was ready to comply.