Sunday, November 19, 2006

It's Easy...Yeah, Right

Nothing irritates me more than to hear somebody say, “It’s easy.” Yeah, right. Maybe for them. But, if you listen to what they have to say, if it doesn’t involve buying something in order to get started, they will get my attention if it’s something I’d like to do.

If it’s too hard, then, I’m not going to do it at all.

But, I’m a teacher. And, I was a really lousy student. Not that I didn’t study. I just didn’t get it. I’m talking about channeling.

I got the idea that I’d like to channel as an adult. I was about 37 years old. At the time I’d been a secretary for 17 years. Now, I’m 52. I’ve been a secretary a hell of a lot longer now. But, what I wanted to do was to talk to my Spirit Guide. I’d been assured that I had one. I’d been told everybody did. So, I was okay on that one. The problem was did they even want to talk to me? I sure wanted to talk to them.

That’s all I needed to get started. The desire to do it.

I bought a book. I bought, “Opening to Channel” by Sanaya Roman and Duane Packer. It didn’t cost a whole lot. I began reading it. I’ve never finished reading that book. I told you I’m a bad student. Well, I read enough to get it to work right.

I began to do the exercises. Most of them were a little bit too tough for me. I remember trying and trying to visualize anything. It just didn’t work. Until I picked up a pebble. A real stone. I looked at it. I shut my eyes and then tried to visualize it. Nope. I opened them again and stared at it some more. Shut them and then tried to “see” the stone. Nope. I tried. That was also key to the process.

I tried.

So, I had desire and I was trying. I didn’t appear to have anything at all else going in my favor. I couldn’t meditate. I couldn’t visualize. I was a flat out failure at learning how to channel. But, I kept trying.

I tried for months. Then, my husband had the bright idea that I should purchase a Ouija Board. Maybe that would work. They didn’t really recommend it in the book I was reading, but I was ready to try anything. He and I started in using it and wham…his guide, Nathan, began talking to us. What? His guide? He wasn’t even trying to contact his guide. I was trying to contact my guide. Was he sure he was DeeDude’s guide? Yep. Not mine. Poop. Major poop. So, we started talking to Nathan. Even though it wasn’t my guide it was still thrilling to talk to anybody on the board.

Poor DeeDude. I wore the man out. Finally, he said he didn’t want to work the Ouija Board with me anymore. What was I going to do? I didn’t know anybody else well enough to ask them to do the Ouija Board with me and I couldn’t do it myself.

I went back to studying, “Opening to Channel” where nothing seemed to work. I was also reading other things and one of those things I was reading was, “Messages from Michael”. Michael is a Spirit Guide who talks to folks via the Ouija Board. (At least in those days…now, Michael comes through like my guide comes through for me…telepathically.) And, at that time there was only ONE person working the board at a time. They would call out the letters and words and somebody else transcribed what was being said. I thought to myself, “If they can do it, so can I.” That was the third key thing I needed to make it all work.

So, I began the process of trying to work a Ouija Board on my own. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Shit. I’d meditate. Or, I tried to. Wasn’t very successful, but I kept trying. Then, I’d sit quietly with my hands on the planchette. Waiting.

Most every night after work I spent some time doing this. For at least six, very long months. With nothing happening.

Finally, I gave up. And, that was the final key to making all of this work.


Actually, I got mad is what I got. I said to myself, “This is absolutely ridiculous. You need to go write again. You haven’t done any writing in days. This is silly. You have to stop.” But, to hedge my bets I decided to keep my left hand, my non-dominant hand, on the planchette and type with my right hand. I was a good enough typist that I could do that. It was sort of awkward. It was definitely slower, but at least I was writing again. A little bit.

I remember having a very strange thought. I remember thinking I needed to become as innocent as I was when I was a little girl. I remember wondering where that thought had come from.

I continued typing with my right hand and suddenly my left hand zipped across the board. I was shocked to say the least. Finally? After all this time and the sucker is moving? I put the planchette back on the board and put only my left hand on it. It spelled out, “Seth”. I asked, “Is this the same Seth Jane Roberts channeled?” The planchette moved up to the word, “Yes”. I asked, “Are you my guide?” The planchette circled the middle of the board and went back up to the word, “Yes”. After that it was just garbage, nothing made any sense. The planchette just sort of meandered all around the board visiting this letter and that. Nothing I could make any sense of. And, then things were quiet.

That was February 12, 1993.

The next night once I got home from work I got the board out and began again hoping that Seth would be there to speak with me. He was. As the days wore on I suppose I got better at it. The planchette would zip and zoom around the board. I would use my right hand to record what was being said while my left was on the planchette.

Ten days later I realized that I’d gone nuts. I was anticipating what my guide was going to say even before the planchette had finished moving around the board. I said to myself, “You’ve gone nuts. You are certifiably crazy now. You have to stop this.” And, that was when I first heard my guide say to me, “Go outside. I have something important to say to you.” Stunned? Moi? You bet.

So, I stepped outside on the patio and Seth said to me, in my ears, where I could actually hear him like he was standing beside me, “You can hear me now.”

It was February 22, 1993. 2/22 and I’d been seeing 222’s everywhere for some time. I suppose that’s what it meant.

Anyway, it’s been 13 years since then. The “hearing” got a little easier as time went by and I don’t hear Folk in Spirit like they’re standing next to me. It’s more along the lines of I hear them in my head…voices in my head…it’s called telepathic. I got used to it.

But, if I can do it, so can you.

One major reason why a person should NOT go after channeling for themselves is if they are under a doctor’s care for a mental condition. If you’re already hearing voices you sure as hell don’t need to hear any more.

Anyway, it’s been fun. I especially like not having to pay a psychic to tell me what my guide said. I do go to them occasionally just to see how they do their readings and to see what I can learn from them. Sort of professional development. I’ve met a great many wonderful friends who are psychics. I’ve been having a ball.

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