my muses

When I begin to draw Is it me or someone else? I do not know where these ideas originate. One minute I have a blank canvas. Half hour later I have created a village Pirate queen, gnomes, faeries, goblins, Mushroom houses, butterflies, lilies and such When I begin to write I also doubt these words are my own. There is an entity utilizing my hands. Because after the missive is finished I do not recognize it. Sometimes on the same day. My spirit guides make heavy use of my Hands; I feel I am not in my body after they take over Forever using me, while keeping me at arm’s length.