It’s funny, but before I learned how to channel I always had this ache inside. It was like this unfulfilled yearning that never really stopped. I couldn’t really put a finger on what the matter was, but somehow I just wasn’t hitting on all cylinders.
I learned how to channel almost 15 years ago. Doesn’t seem that long ago. I don’t have that ache anymore. I still get angry. Hell, face it, I’m going through menopause. You think menopause for a psychic is any easier than menopause for anybody else? I doubt it. But, I don’t have that ache anymore.
This evening on the road coming home from work I was testing out one of the basic channeling exercises. I delight in helping folks learn how to channel or just moving them a little closer so that one day they’ll break through for themselves. I was sort of down and up all at the same time emotionally. A bit on the needy side. Not really feeling sorry for myself, not in an absolutely pissy mood. Just a little needy. Anyway, one of the guides suggested I start counting. It began as a rhythmic sort of a thing.
One two three
One two three
One two three four
One two three
It felt to me sort of like a rhyme.
One two
One two
One two three four
One two three
One two
One two
One two three four
And, then they started singing the numbers.
And, somehow I relaxed into it.
I mean I really fell into it. And, I was still driving. I’m pretty amazed at it now.
Somehow I relaxed and let go of so much tension the tears just started streaming down my face. I’d swipe at my face. I was still singing. Numbers. Stupid, silly numbers. But, it was the love of the guides. I was having one of those moments when you just know in your bones that you are so connected to the universe and so much a part of your life and the people in your life that it just brings you to your knees. And, that’s what it did for me.
I feel better.
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