About

This blog is in honor and recognition of my friend, the woman who introduced me to channeling through her own channeling. It is a heady and vibrate experience to be in the presence of someone channeling divine energy. It’s a timeless moment you pray will never end. My friend so impressed me that I volunteered to be her scribe, for she seldom remembered much of what she had said in these sessions. I don’t believe she ever did anything with the transcripts I provided, as she later decided not to pursue this with me.

So, I offered myself as a vessel for information. I am both a writer and a believer in this lifetime. It turns out I was also fearful of the unknown.   I have dabbled with my channeled writings, my “Knowing” as I call it, for a number of years. The missives are glorious but as I reread them, the information is so startling and new to me, that I became convinced I was not writing from my head. Perhaps I write from my heart, for that is where the Divine in me resides.

Not yet gifted with enough humility to have Faith, my ego-self wrapped me in fear of persecution. What would the World think if I shared such “woo woo stuff”? As if the workings of a shaman are not “woo woo enough”, I thought. Then ego said “Can you trust who or what is channeling through you? What if it’s not to be trusted?” And in that moment of doubt, ego had me, for Trust was for me a big life lesson. Thus I had spotty, private, even difficult writings that over time filled a notebook. If there is interest in this blog, I promise to go back and share some revelations. Some have been quite prophetic and I apologize for not honoring that in the moment.

“Who” or “what” channels through me is a collective of Divine known to me as my Divine Family. At its core is a group of beings known fondly as The Council of the Christ. They guide me. But the most enticing voice comes to me as Mother Mary. It is She whom I ask for as I begin; it is She who leaves me feeling warm, rich and unconditionally loved and hugged. It is She who comes to aid the children in this time of upheaval. We are all her children.

“Word I am Word through my Knowing. Word I am Word through my hearing. Word I am Word through my pen. Word I am Word through my voice. Word I am Word. “   Note: I will share exactly as I wrote, even when vocabulary is strange or wording seems awkward to my academic brain. And now we begin…