Autoconnect

Autocorrect

Exists to test our patients
It gets on our serves
And thinks it can smell better than we can

It thinks it snows what we mean
And changes our shelling indirectly
To make us look lucid

It is programmed to stink
That it knows what we scream
Before we’ve even conditioned it to paper

The thing is a ducking new sense
Sent to tie us
And it needs better edification

It needs butter swelling
If it is really to be youthful
And to stop pretempting us
Be four we’ve had time to
Deride what we spleen!

Deb Hawken
2026

Inspired by a conversation about the confusion that is English with fellow blogger Sofia Guidicelli of:

https://theharbingerfules.com

Published by debdancingstarhawken7

I'm a writer, public speaker, medium, and spiritual thinker. I suffered from acute anxiety from the age of 16 until I was well into my 50s, when I finally found methods that helped me to put it behind me. My struggles led to me exploring life through poetry, then plays, and over a 15 year period I made notes for a self help book which I published in 2015. Details on the book page. Although I am a psychic medium and loved the work, it didn’t feel right for me. It was an utter privilege, but my path was the exploration of what it means to be spirit in the real world and how we can make practical use of those abilities. Nowadays I write, blog, and teach soul-centred living, which is a gentle way of undoing past programming and connecting to your essential self, or soul. If you’re interested email me and we can chat. No pressure, it’s right for you or it’s not and you will know. The groups meet on line so no going out on cold, wet, winter’s evenings. On a personal note, I’m based in the UK. Married with five cats, no children, and four grandchildren, thanks to our inherited daughter, who has gifted us four beautiful little people that bring us such joy. Hope you enjoy the blogs. Deb xx

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