the Old One was getting more comfortable writing. I was letting him do his thing. I could sense he was really old. I heard him breathing. At the end of lines it sounded like he was finishing with a hum. He wrote the whole page and more before he got another guide to communicate with me in English. There was a serene peacefulness about him. His energy soothed me as I was learning this process. It took a total meditative attitude to let him be, exerting no control, bias, or attempt to effect the results.
was a secretary taking dictation in a language I didn't know and couldn't read.