A couple of days ago, I sat down to seek counsel and guidance from my spirit guide. I used pen and paper to take down the message in a blend of inspired and automatic writing.
Mediumship is a skill I continue to develop. As with any spiritual writing, I encourage the reader to use their own discernment to ascertain what information is being provided by the spirit and where the mind of the medium is interfering in the transmission. It is my belief that as I continue to practice and hone this ability, I'll get out of the way more and the content and character of my spirit friends will come through more clearly.
I’d like to talk about my current state, the progress I’m making, any key considerations for decisions I’m about to make, and for any additional encouragement or insight for how I can more authentically embrace my gifts and desires. Thank you for talking with me and loving me, my friend and spirit guide.
The yawning you experience is due to a change in energy. It is good to visit with you again. I’m glad to see that the success of feeling a spirit write through you some nights ago has had a lasting impression upon you.
To say there is just one of us would be a bit misleading. For there are often many spirits that come along and join me in my efforts to steer you lovingly toward God.
To inspire your arm to move across the page does require some effort on my part - for truly this is manipulating matter. The interplay between your brain and my thoughts are similar as you might liken to a tool, say a hammer. It is a remarkable tool, but still requires effort and a motive force to utilize it. The same could be said of your brain. It is a remarkable tool but still requires motive force or the manipulation of thought into matter to obtain the desired effect.
There are all different phases of mediumship and yours will improve with practice. As you had the impression of the spirit standing next to you, this has given your mind something to picture and hold onto as we do this work. Just like with anything though - it’s best not to become too reliant upon the tool or method as this could inhibit further development.
There are a great number of us that attend you throughout your day. Varied interests are at play here but all have their basis in love. Those of us that are responsible for your well-being and spiritual growth remain particularly close. You can feel us more and more at times now and are correctly perceiving different spirits or thoughts being shared with you in your different moments.
We love you and our love for you is one of brotherly affiliation. We know from our own experiences just how deeply the Father can and does love you and we mirror this in form, but not quite similar in depth or intensity. The Father’s Love is a remarkable force and when you come to consciously experience it more and more and with greater emotional openness as it’s being received, you’ll see just how it can work upon your soul and influence your life.
We do have observations to share regarding the problems you currently face - you are correct that we don’t view them as problems - this was your mind playing in the sandbox! We would look at them more as decision points, and isn’t that grand and beautiful that you’re at a point in life where you have the ability and privilege to make such elevated and spiritually inspiring decisions.
You will share with the world. Of this there is no question. Your soul greatly desires others to have the truth and this theme will continue to manifest in your life...perhaps for all eternity.
As with all desire we encourage you to pursue it fully. Go all in. Don’t plan it to death or second guess yourself to the point of inhibition or prohibition. Instead go with gusto! There is nothing that you can’t not do when you put your desires to work and allow them to carry you.
Me: How do desires carry you?
Imagine being lost in a piece of music, or that feeling when you’re dancing and in a place of no time and somewhat lost to the world. In those moments, you were quite literally in your desires. We would encourage the going into more of your desires with this completeness, with this same level of awareness - that is to say, completely present to the desire.
The answers will come and you will feel at peace. Yours is a reflective soul and one that needs much time for assimilation. The fact that you’re starting to see just how important this is to you and taking steps to preserve it, is a beautiful thing.
Our love is with you. Let’s keep this up, eh? We could really have some fun!
Stop letting fear keep you from your desires. Acknowledge the fear, breathe into it, and push forward.
In addition to form and function, incorporate beauty and aesthetics into your creations.
We’re hardwired with curiosity. It’s a faculty of the soul to help us eternally grow and develop.
If you’ve ever watched children, they’re constantly asking this question. “Why this?”, “Why that?”, “Why?”…”Why?”…”Why?”
Somewhere between childhood and high school, most people have learned to suppress this natural curiosity. Parents teach us, that’s just the way things are. Schools confine us to a rigid curriculum, punishing anyone that strays too far from the norm. Our jobs turn us into robots.
To begin to understand our true selves -our soul - we need to reawaken our curiosity. We need to build the desire to know ourselves truthfully, honestly, - warts and all.
To open the doors to your soul, ask Why questions: - Why do I continue to repeat the same pattern in my relationships?
- Why don’t I love myself?
- Why don’t I give myself the time I need to develop?
- Why do I stay in this job I hate?
- Why do I get frustrated and lash out at my kids?
- Why do I continue to sabotage myself?
- Why do I procrastinate on the things that are really important?
- Why am I not working in my passions and desires?
- Why am I afraid to express my true self to the world?
- Why do I let these secrets imprison me?
When you make room in your life for reflection and give your Why questions careful, thoughtful consideration, the answers will start coming to you.
Armed with this knowledge, you can begin to work on the cause of a problem, instead of thrashing around in the effects. Dealing with the cause is the only way to make lasting changes in your life.
Last night, a heroin junkie became one of my great spiritual teachers and forever changed me. I passed him on the street, leaning on a trash can, head and shoulders slumped, rocking back and forth and swooning from his recent fix. As I continued down the street and the distance between us grew, I was initially struck not so much by him, but by the indifference a lady standing next to him seemed to show - as if she had no clue he even existed. With each step, a gnawing pull and tug came over me. The still small voice inside reflected back that I could only see the indifference of this woman so well because I possessed the same. The love in my soul whispered to me. I could’ve ignored it, but instead I chose to answer the call and turned around…
When I got to him, I asked if I could help. Deep in the throes of the drug, it was hard to make out what he said. He mumbled unintelligibly and his eyes barely fluttered open. He declined my offer to sit down and instead opted for some chairs outside of Jimmy Johns some fifty feet away. I took his arm and he winced in pain. The blood stains on his sweatshirt indicating that he was recently injured. It took us nearly 20 minutes to traverse the short distance. Slowly we shuffled. With each step he groaned in pain. He put his grimy, street-stained hand on my shoulder to use me as a crutch. I thought to myself, “I hope he doesn’t get my Patagonia jacket dirty.” And I wrestled with feeling like a douche for valuing some material possession so much.
As we shuffled, he mumbled and told me he was a hemophiliac and had a condition that caused him to have severe arthritis, akin to that of an elderly person. He was in his twenties but with each slow step I could hear his bones pop, grinding against each other. He told me he used to be a track star in high school - one of the fastest kids in the state. I wondered about what had led to him being homeless.
We sat down and he asked to use my phone. I watched as his dirty fingers tried to type on the screen. He was nodding off and drifting in and out of awareness. I thought about how I’d need to clean my phone. Again my spirit pulled at my heart. Somewhere along the way, I had gotten life so wrong! I felt sick that I’m so enamored with my possessions.
He wasn’t able to stay with it well enough to do anything productive with the phone. Inside of me, I fought the desire to leave him there. I prayed. I asked for guidance about what to do. I was reminded about the concept called the “ministry of presence”. It didn’t require that I “do” anything. Rather, that I just be there with him. Just be present. That my presence and the space I held with him was an act of love. In my soul, I felt God whisper to me. With new eyes, He inspired me to see this man as one of my brothers and a most beloved and revered creation. Even in his grimy, street-wore state, this man addicted to heroin is the greatest of all God’s creations - a human soul and spirit. His humanity soul the object of God’s great love and tenderest care. The story of the Prodigal Son danced in my head. In that recognition, a flood of openness and new strength washed over me.
Over the next couple of hours I helped him shuffle blocks to the corner store for a sugar fix. I got him some food and watched him steal an ice cream sandwich. I eventually called a Lyft to get him to the hospital. During those hours, the drugs slowly wore off and his spirit emerged. We joked. He had a dry wit that cracked me up. He told me about the people on the street and the things he did to support his $80/day addiction. As he got in the car to go to the hospital, we hugged. I embraced him as my brother. I leaned in. I didn’t care what got on my jacket. I walked away feeling forever changed and thankful for the great gift he’d given me.
A lover of crusty breads and wholesome foods. A chaser of wonder and seeker of God's Truth. Practicing to be an amazing husband to the man I will one day meet and marry.