When I was eight years old, I asked what god was.
I didn’t ask my parents or a teacher or a preacher - I asked the ether.
Specifically, I asked my bedroom ceiling.
Talking to the ether was my thing in those days, along with stacks of Babysitters Club books and imaginary friends. So it surprised me not at all when I got an immediate answer.
I saw all the living beings in the world as points of light. As I watched, all those points of light converged as a massive light in the sky - and that was god.
Obviously.
So, visions as a wee sprout, check. But then clairvoyance and all other clairs started retreating into the background as I got older.
Stuff crept through, of course. Being nudged out of the psychologist’s office when he wanted to prescribe me a bunch of drugs. Blogging my way through my late twenties and learning that I could write my way to healing and answers. My physical body saying “hell no” as best it could to a relationship that wasn’t good for me.
It wasn’t until what I call the cracking open moment in 2012, around the time of my dad’s death, that this weird path really began to unroll in front of me.
Kind of like the universe said, “All right, it’s time. Let’s give her a kick in the ass.”
A few months later, one of my first teachers walked into my apartment in Santa Monica and said, “Oh, you’re an empath and a channeler.”
I nodded like I knew what she was talking about and then, as soon as she left, googled “empath” and “channeler.”
Slowly, I began playing with the channeling - automatic writing at first, for friends and then for kind strangers who were willing to be my guinea pigs. Eventually, I graduated to spoken channeling and then group channeling and energy healing and energy healing on a timer - setting it up for people like I was preparing the coffee machine to dispense life-giving elixir in the morning.
It seems that as long as I’m willing to say yes to whatever is coming through, the more I get handed. As long as I’m willing to keep barreling down this unknown path, the universe will keep handing me etheric superpowers.
So that’s cool.
For a long time, I didn’t know what energy I was channeling. I knew it was deeply wise and loving - beyond that I didn’t need much information.
A few years in, I figured it was time to find out.
I was walking through my neighborhood in Mill Valley and idly asked, “Is there anyone specific I’m supposed to be working with?”
Immediately, I saw seven figures in front of me, and I stopped dead on the sidewalk. It was a rather immediate answer, like they’d been waiting for me to pop the question.
So I saw them. But since they weren’t wearing convenient name tags, I had to ask who they were.
The first guide to step forward was Jesus.
I admit, that threw me.
Since I was raised in the Church of Hippie, I didn’t have any particular thoughts about Jesus, except that he seemed like a cool dude and super helpful to everyone, regardless of race, creed, gender or occupation. Also, Christmas is the best because who doesn’t like cookies and presents and trees in the house?
But I had questions and wanted to do some double-checking, during which he patiently humored me. “Yes, it’s me. Yes, people call me Jesus. Yep, still me.”
Standing with him were Mother Mary, Mary Magdalene, Archangels Michael and Ariel, Brigid, and Joan of Arc.
Sure. Okay. Why not.
So I worked with them for awhile - both for myself and with groups of amazing women - and, sure enough, it just kept getting weirder. Because etheric rabbit hole.
A council of magical animals stepped in about a year later. Giraffes, unicorns, lions, otters, dragons, a peacock, and a feisty phoenix.
A few years after that, star beings started waving at me. So I started channeling them too - and basically dropped dead because the energy was so high.
While I call it channeling, because that’s the word that resonates for me - like I’m turning my super sensitive radio dial to different frequencies and sharing what comes through - there are tons of speakers and teachers and writers who are tapping into this universal source and frequency in a similar way without calling it channeling.
It really doesn’t matter what you call it.
We’re all simply tapping into that well of universal wisdom.
Everyone can do this. We all have access to this guidance and the healing. But it can be so helpful to have other people translate it for us, especially when we’re learning. Especially when we’re floundering.
(I personally spend at least five percent of each day floundering, often quite a bit more.)
But it was first called channeling for me, and that’s what stuck.
Since falling down this rabbit hole, I’ve talked to dragons and Joan of Arc, gotten dating advice from Mary Magdalene, had visions of my future babies, had visions of other people’s then-future-now-present babies, hung out with Jesus, gotten writing tips from the ghost of Mary Oliver, released the ghost of the dude my grandpa killed in a bar fight in the ‘40s, had etheric birthday parties with unicorns doing back flips on trampolines - as much weird, amazing stuff as I can handle.
Playing with all this keeps opening new doors, and I’m so excited to see what comes through next.
