Let me begin by telling you that I am a natural teacher. There is something about me which yearns to enlighten another, no matter the topic. And it has been that way all my life. I simply love information. I love to learn. I am an avid reader, although I don't exactly read books, I absorb them. And when I do watch TV, my interest always falls on the Discovery or Learning Channels. I laughingly call myself "A jack of all trades, master of none".

From the first messages I began to receive from "somewhere else", I have been coaxed, cajoled, and told outright that I would be a teacher of people, and I relish the thought! My fondest dream is to teach others how to channel, and to access that bit of themselves that we all have and most are unaware of. I am fascinated by the way people think, the similarities as well as the differences. What a diverse group of beings we are!

I have always felt that there was something missing in my life .....and I never understood what it was.Although parts of my childhood were difficult, there was always a ton of love in my family. In fact, we are still very close. My 10 year marriage is the stuff fairy tales are made of, and We have three beautiful children who are loving and smart and inquisitive. So what was missing? I never knew. But there was a longing..... for something that just wasn't there.

I have always had an intense interest in the paranormal, so I was thrilled the day I was invited to go with some friends to a clairvoyent for a reading. And it was at that meeting that my life began a new direction. There were three of us, housewives all, and we had talked this nice woman into seeing us in her home. We each were alloted 20 minutes, and I volunteered to go first.

The woman began with the usual telling me of myself, and she was good. She wove a story of my life that I knew very well. But after a while, my thoughts began to stray from what she was telling me to how she was doing it. Then I began to get unexplainably excited.

There she sat, eyes closed, holding my hand in one of hers, the other closed around a wand of fluorite. She was connecting with her guides and mine, and passing the information on to me. Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked straight into mine, and said, "You can do this too you know". I was floored! And yet it felt right. That there was this door inside of me, and if I could only open it, I could discover this ability too.

All at once, I found myself in tears, feeling like the dam holding back my emotions had given way. And yet I was not the least embarassed to be sobbing in this stranger's kitchen, because she felt more like an old friend. She had given me a priceless gift, because as she talked, I felt that void in my life begin to fill. I realized that maybe it was a return to Spirit that I'd always longed for.

Then I noticed that about 40 minutes had passed since I sat down at her kitchen table. It seems that her timer, which had never failed in the past, had certainly done just that! It never went off. She just laughed and commented on how funny it was that Spirit had fooled around with her timer in order for me to have all the time I needed that day. There are no coincedences....

So I rushed out with a hug for this special lady, and joined my friends, who were quite worried by now. I was babbling about what had happened to me. And on the way home that day, I stopped at a bookstore and purchased a book on channeling, a meditation tape, and some headphones. And so it began.....

I started meditating every night, with the intention of learning to channel. And I read everything I could get my hands on on the subject. Weeks went by, and although nothing extraordinary had happened to me, I noticed a certain peace had stolen over my life which hadn't been there before. I figured that this was indeed worth learning.

I began a journal on my computer, in which I recorded my thoughts about everything I was learning. It was soon a habit of mine to get up a half hour earlier in the morning so I could write in solitude. One day, my three year old twins woke up early, crying out for me. I was afraid they would wake the rest of the house, and so I closed my journal quickly, without proofreading what I had written, and ran for the girl's room.That evening, I again opened my journal, intending to write while my hubby was busy upstairs.

I scrolled back to edit what I had written that morning, and I noticed that there was some type there that I don't remember writing. It was all run together, without sentences or punctuation, and when I read it, I was shaken to my very core! The following is what I saw, except that I have gone back and entered spaces between words and slash marks where I thought the sentences might end. Otherwise it is untouched.

"I am thinking about the session with that clairvoyent this morning. She said that there were teachers wating to communicate with me but Iwasn't ready yet for that communication. So I'm supposed to just sit at the keyboard and start typing becase they want to write through me first. So here I am, babbling at the keyboard, blah, blah, blah...

I'm centered. I've taken several deep breaths. I'm alone and not being bothered at the moment. Writing in a journal is really kind of fun. Imagine reading this years from now and going,"What the heck is we are here and want to tell you that many people will benefit from your messages/ bring yourself into the light/ clear yourself to receive us/ we cant know about one word light abacus general steven april ansah said about this theme around/ feel angels are with you/ as you complete your journey into the light/ you are loved/ we need to speak to humankind/ we are as one/ you cant believe inner soul until you relinquish control/ be easy/ be seem/ see me/ seem/ seem/ see me/ i am of the light/ so i am allowing yourself to find yourself in the mirror/ we are with you/ end of message/ relax/ we are the seven masters who come to you to help you in your state of being/ same as i am you the/ on humanity is make a difference/ make a difference in your life/ we are here/ trust yourself/ at last you are total/ as a crown upon your head speaks about life"

As you can see, the message is quite jumbled, but I got a sense of what it meant. But the important thing to me was that I didn't remember writing it! It was as if I was reading it for the first time. Well, needless to say, I freaked out and got all excited that it had really happened to me. There was some trepidation as I set out to do it again, intentionally this time. I let myself relax as much as possible, concentrated on the keyboard, and then just began to type whatever came into my head.

I typed quickly, not stopping to put in punctuation, just trying to capture every word I heard. When the stream of words seemed to run down, I stopped typing. I thought for a moment, and realized that I couldn't remember what I had just written!And I sat there, still not looking at the screen, and I truly couldn't remember!

I had been looking at my fingers as I typed, and when I read the text, it was as if I was reading it for the first time. I was truly shocked that I had been able to it....twice! I felt that overwhelming emotion come over me again, and I began to cry. This was quite unlike me, this crying. But the depth of what I was feeling was so intense that I simply had to release it somehow, and this is how I did it.

My husband heard me from upstairs, and I called to him to come and see what I had done.When he came down, I was shaking and pacing the room. I told him what had happened, and he sat down to read what was on the computer screen. He was excited, which really surprised me, because of the two of us, he is the skeptic. Then he suggested that I try it again, with him there to witness. I was game, so I sat down again, and he sat behind me, looking over my shoulder at what I was writing.

And it happened again. We even got a small measure of proof this time.

My husband was asking questions from behind me, and I was typing the answers as they came through. And at one point, He asked something silently, in his mind, and was really surprised to see the answer to his question being immediately typed out right in front of him. We stayed up late into the night, talking about it.

I was having a real hard time believing that it wasn't just me, my imagination, which spoke the words we read. Hubby told me that to believe or not is really just a decision that I have to make. If I decide to believe, than in fact I do believe. But see, that wasn't enough for me. A big part of me wanted the burning bush, or some kind of proof that this was indeed real. I wanted to hear, see, and touch something....anything....that would help me to give myself over to belief. And I wrestled with that for many months after.

I continued to practice my channeling almost every night. And even though I still didn't quite believe that it was an otherworldly being giving information through me, I continued to pretend it was real. Wanting it to happen, and having it truly happen to me were two different things. And when I finally did channel, it rocked my whole world. It went against everything I was taught as a child growing up Catholic. That we, as humans, could communicate with other intelligences who love us and want to help us was a big pill to swallow, and I had a hard time of it. But I never gave up. I just adopted the attitude that I was going to fake it till I make it, and not worry about whether or not it was real. I just looked at the information to see if it was beneficial to me. And it was.

I didn't get many messages in the way of world events, or esoteric teachings. Alot of the information I brought through was geared toward helping me to understand and believe in the process. I just allowed the entity to speak as it would, and listened to the advice I was given. It has led me a long way down the path to understanding in this last year.

And so I go on. Someday, I am told, the channelings will come more easily and frequently, as I grow into my new role. Sometimes I feel more grounded in my mundane life, but that special connection is still in mind. I am learning. Every day holds more lessons for me it seems. And I am loving all of it.........

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Namaste,
Rebecca

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