The Journey Begins

Ever since I was able to write things that I knew should not be read by others I’ve been one of those people that kept a journal. I had one with a little heart shaped locket on it, filled with all the thoughts and angst my little mind held so dearly. It was clear that the locket was there for a reason to establish a distrust between myself, my feelings, and anyone that may come into contact with either of these things. You see the fear starts early. We come here to this planet with full memory, all light, and then the suffering begins, we forget our gift, we forget our mission, and we begin the long journey to remembering. It’s our beautiful soul contract, a blueprint to be excavated, with this place we call home.

It wasn’t until I found poetry and cinema that I began to share my words, but somehow I could hide behind the characters or even the feelings and that felt safe. It is with a humble and open heart that I mention this is incredibly uncomfortable for me - to write as myself and share my experience of life. Cause I always felt it needed to be bound in some privacy and that whatever my truth was it was better to be kept behind lock and key. The experiences of my life at this point have become too extraordinary to NOT share, so here I am making a blog like it’s 1992 and hoping that no one reads it, and if they do that I damn well never find out about it, cause anyways I’m shy in that way. And what if you laugh cause it’s so bad? well Osho said thats a blessing too cause at least you made someone laugh - laughter is a gift, even if they are laughing AT YOU rather than with you.

And of course it’s fear. Fear that my words will not resonate for anyone (there’s the ego), and fear that it’s not my right (again ego). I live a generally blessed and fortunate life and I have been through A LOT of shit on this timeline, and others, and it’s my god given right to share it! And so should you, if you have somehow stumbled here to my website and found yourself reading this today, and should you continue to come back I promise one thing - something will begin to unfold in you as it did in me. It will be subtle and maybe extraordinary, but all I ask in exchange is for you to share this magic with as many people as possible, cause it’s the manifestation of pure love and we are worthy of it- all of us.

That’s My Mom - She was an amazing editor. She crossed over last year. She was a very special woman with many unique gifts. I learned a lot from her and I’m sure someday I will be able to write about my journey with her these past years. I miss very much the late night calls we shared when she would help me to fix all the typos of my screenplays. Even after we were both tired from work she would find the time to make sure I wasn’t sending out something which was not as close to perfection as possible. This in turn made me a bit of a perfectionist and I liked to used words outside the realms of my own vocabulary and plenty of unnecessary flourishes. I’m past all of that now and I’ll try to keep this all as simply put as possible. However, let’s pretend this and every post was reviewed by her before I published it and just look the other way from all my typos and mistakes please? Who am I asking? myself… obviously. See, it’s all SO unfiltered! Perhaps I felt here some authenticity could be found for who I am and why I am doing what I do. And….drum roll please? What I do now is this -

I am a Channeler.

And here’s the thing - so are YOU!

If you make art or create divine work from a place that you are or maybe are not aware of - you are channeling!

If you are aware that there is a deep connection of divine source energy that links all beings to a shared frequency of higher awareness - you can channel.

If you have the ability to surrender - you can channel.

If you have or are experiencing trauma and recognize it as a karmic vehicle for your soul’s awakening - you are being initiated.

If you are curled up crying on the bathroom floor- Congrats friend! You’re probably ready to start channeling!

The more we break our resistance to this divine flow the more we can receive from it. And sometimes the resistance is SO strong. Like holy hell… I’ve been on those bathroom floors.

My purpose is to help you find your divine path and your divine path is to find your divine purpose and the path we are walking together is right here, this path- yes this way! Wait for me- hey, I was following you! We’ll get there, afterall, there’s no rush.

I recently decided the best way for folks to understand my work and what I do would be to do the thing I do every day at break of day, and finally write about it! At one point I felt this story deserved some type of hard bound book with a pretty cover, and some glory tour for me to “tell my story” but it’s all unfolding too fast now so I will use this lovely tool of the internet to share my life experiences and hopefully to ignite others as channels, to remember, and maybe even to connect with humans I’ve never met. Because we deserve to find each other, and the time is now. How I was initiated in this frequency is another story for another post, and I look forward to sharing much more about my life and experiences here forth in this digital novel that is my life story.

It is my humbled and highest honor to initiate you as a channel, and to bring you back into the flow of your divine magic. So here’s where we start-

(actually photo of your inner child when you ask them to sit down and write.)

I wake every morning usually just before sunrise, I snuggle my dogs, watch the awakening light of day, and then I grab my journal and whatever pen has worked it’s way into my life at that moment. I sit and write- 3, sometimes 4, and rarely 5 pages of free-written text. Just flowing, it’s a process called “Morning Pages” (read - Julia Cameron’s The Artist's Way) and for me it’s vital to my presence and clarity throughout the day. Those pages started as feelings, became venting, evolved to lots of manifesting, later a moving prayer, and now back to some kind of diary entry I might have written when I was eight. It’s just where I’m at in this moment, what’s happening, true presence on the page, unedited, no filter, and never to be seen or shared. Perhaps someday even burned.

If I can give a first “How To Become A Channel” tip it would be this- Sit in a comfy place with a pen you like and a blank piece of paper, and write. Don’t judge what's coming out, don’t try to make any sense of the words, just practice allowing some type of flow of your thoughts or observations onto a page. See if you can be in a state of presence with yourself. Presence is afterall at the core essence of channeling to be present with yourself, to be the witness.

(find yourself a pen with some flow- fountain pens are incredible cause you will be encouraged to keep the ink flowing)

It takes practice, and I realize it’s not for everyone but I have seen such incredible results from folks who put forth an effort to do this for 30 minutes a day. Do this practice before everything begins, before the joys and dramas of life and the day unfold, or the others enter. Also I highly recommend to do this before looking at your device or anything other than nature, or the being(s) you may share your nest with. Just take that time for you and your truth, and you will begin to witness there is some piece of joy, and sovereignty between you, the pen, and that piece of paper, and it lies in your essence pouring out for a brief moment of blissful serenity, like a prayer.

One of the reasons I feel called to begin writing about my story is so I can reflect back on my experiences to embody these moments in my future self. If these miracles go unnoticed then they will be lost and forgotten. This magic has burned for thousands of years so it’s time we begin again to share the good news!

Welcome to my channel. I pray these posts can ignite in others what source and a few incredible light workers ignited in me. In an effort to keep things concise I too will keep these posts short and sweet- just like life.

Let’s keep remembering - We are heaven on earth.

Love & Robots