Channeling the Truth

The Source of My Strength & Resilience

Almost three years ago, I closed my eyes, cleared my mind, asked myself a question and, with computer in my lap, started typing. The answers that came from my fingers and appeared on the screen were not words that came from me, rather they came through me. 

They were not my words. 

They were more beautiful, wise, and deep than any answers that lived inside my brain.

Awestruck and amazed by what happened, I wanted to see if I could do it again. The next day, I repeated the process – and, again, words I’d never thought of flowed out of my fingertips and onto the paper.

I’ve continued to journal like this regularly since then: asking a question, opening my mind, and letting the answers flow through.

This whole process and journey has been both fascinating and a little terrifying. 

I’ve lived most of my life as an intellectual, proud of what my big beautiful brain can understand and has accomplished. But this? I absolutely cannot wrap my head around it – and believe me, I’ve tried.

I’ve wondered and considered if I’m crazy (manic? schizophrenic?), or even have a brain tumor – and have, in fact, been asked those questions by people close to me.

I’ve bounced between embracing and trusting it and rejecting and fearing it since I can’t explain it, don’t have a label for it, and don’t know where it comes from.

Anyone close to me who I’ve told knows just how much I’ve struggled with this. I don’t know what to call it and so, if I do tell someone about it, it’s in an almost apologetic, wincing tone, as if I’m preparing for them to judge or laugh at me.

What has become one of the most powerful sources of my strength and courage is the thing I’ve been most afraid to talk about. 

Even writing this article now, I’ve considered not actually telling you what I call it – what if you think I’m crazy? What if you know better and somehow have the magical book that says what I’m doing is nonsense? 

But here goes…:

I call it channeling my spirit guides because it feels as though I’m an open channel through which messages are delivered. I don’t really know if it comes from my deep subconscious, the collective unconscious or some higher intelligence. 

One day, I asked where these messages were coming from – who I was talking to – and this is what came through:

I am everything. 

I am nothing. 

I am you. 

I am the sky, the sun, the stars, the God, the energy, the animals, and the dust. 

I am in you and all around you. 

I am power, I am strength, I am love, I am acceptance, I am guidance, I am peace, I am calm.

I. Am. Love.

What I have come to know, with every ounce of my being, is that it – whatever, whoever – it is, is real and good. It’s truth. It’s my knowing.

When I channel, eyes closed and mind open, the words and phrases that pour from my fingers are different than any I use, the lessons from them deeper and more enlightening than anything I’ve ever thought of.

And they come fast. I like to write but it takes me time. When it’s me writing, it can take me days to write an article. When I channel, it sometimes feels as though my typing can’t keep up with the flow of the words.

The most amazing thing, though, is how much the messages have taught me – far more than almost any book I’ve ever read.

I write things I’ve never thought about and I learn from the words as I type them – almost like a student in a classroom diligently recording the teacher’s lesson rather than the teacher who developed the lesson. 

Because they’re not my words, I often don’t remember what I’ve written so have to go back and read them. And, when I do, it’s as though I’m reading them for the first time and learning as I go.

This experience is one of the greatest – and strangest – gifts I’ve ever gotten. 

And now, it’s one I feel deeply I need to share. My guides have been telling me for awhile that I should share the messages, but, if I’m honest, I’ve been too scared (see above).

But, it’s time. I can’t selfishly hoard the wisdom I’ve been lucky enough to tap into simply because I’m scared you won’t like me. The world needs these messages – and all I can do is trust that they’ll make their way to the people who need them most.

Time and time again, I’m reminded that the more I trust, the stronger and more resilient I become and the easier my life flows. 

Where I used to require facts, I now have faith. Where I once needed to see concrete evidence to believe, I now trust my knowing. 

I no longer need to see, or even understand, the truth to know it exists – I can feel it. 

I don’t believe I have some secret power – I just believe I’m open to receiving and that it’s available to everyone. And my hope is that by sharing these amazing messages, you, too, can find more strength and resilience and maybe, just maybe, even start to feel and know your own truth.

I’ll be sharing the messages and more details on how I access them here on my blog, so if you’re interested, subscribe to my newsletter so you’ll know when I publish a new article.

And please, let me know what you think of this article! Share in the comments below if you’ve had any experiences like this or how you hear and trust your knowing.


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  1. Barbara says:

    I’m in love with this idea and practice. I’m going to go try it now. I promise not to just try it once but, let’s say, for two weeks and then report back about what I discovered. Owww, an expedition!!!