Andrew Scott is a native of Fredericton, NB. During his time as an active poet, Andrew Scott has taken the time to speak in front of classrooms, judge poetry competitions, and have over 200 hundred writings published worldwide in such publications as The Art of Being Human, Battered Shadows and The Broken Ones.
Andrew Scott has published multiple poetry books, Snake with A Flower, The Phoenix Has Risen, The Path, The Storm Is Coming, Whispers of the Calm, Searching and Letter To You, a novella, Redemption Avenue anda book of photography, Through My Eyes.
A Walk Through Time is Andrew Scott’s second book of photography
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Part I – Channeling I do not know what to call it so I call it channeling. It is a blessing and a curse. Hard to explain how it feels, knowing a person’s thoughts and feelings others cannot see. I can see and feel those. It is a lonely feeling, knowing I have this. Try not to use this a lot however it hits when channeling hits. Have never been able to control the times the body involuntarily tingles. Sometimes I feel everything and I come to where I am now to straighten out my head, sorting through it all. Part II – Discovered Without knowing, I discovered I could channel at a very young age. Right when I turned into a teenager. Some may call it instincts, mine were really refined. I was a tall, thin kid for my age. This made me a target for older kids who liked to thrown around their weight. I could feel when the first punch or shove was coming. There was not a counter strike. I hit first and last. Sadly, a reputation was formed and others would try, just to see. The worse one was when my own father went to swing. I felt it coming and connected first. That time leads me to the here and now. Part III – The Touch Legitimately, throughout the years the one thing I hate the most are people touching me in any way. I can feel if the person is a good or bad person. It is the simplest way to putting it. Their intentions flow through me. I do not wish to know at times. I have felt friends that tried to do things behind my back that were considered deceitful. That is why my circle is small. People do not understand why I am a bit of a loner and I cannot explain it nor do I want too. They will never get it. Part IV – The Sickness It was not until my twenties that channeling made me sick. My stomach started doing loops. I blamed it on too much coffee. A special person to me was out and not thinking of me when the truth came for sure. I told her the date and time and where she was. I could not explain how I knew. There is nothing worse than getting sick in the pit of the stomach then waiting to find out why if it is not obvious. I shelter away, pace, looking everywhere until it happens. It always does. Until then, I disappear. Part V – Lightening Bolts My body started to feel jolts, hitting me in the past few years. Feels like lightening bolts to my insides. When it hits, I shudder. I feel other’s feelings from afar. It is overpowering. When you know a friend is hurting however cannot do anything but search out to see if they and everything is okay. Sad when I know they are lying however I can only ask. Who would believe what I know? The feelings, when they come, keep me awake at night. Sometimes I dream them. When everything hits I know where I must go and how long I must stay. Part VI – The Channeler’s Place When it gets too much I disappear too here. No one knows where I am. Truthfully sometimes I do not know but feel completely safe. My head and feelings are completely calm here. Lost in nature for hours. I swear the trees and water talk to me and I listen. My mind and body are at peace. Sadly, until next time. The life of a Channeler.