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| Created by Pauline in Canva - The picture of Jesus? Even though I was embarrassed to use it, it also felt right. Spirit agreed, so I used it. I don't believe God is Christian. That's just my upbringing. |
When do you know you’ve been lined up for a calling? I’m talking about God. I was a secretary. I had not led a blameless life; more like an ordinary, sometimes getting into deep sh*t, uneventful life. I was an indifferent Catholic.
I was nobody special. I am nobody special.
I can say I’m a writer. I write every day. Sometimes, just
in my journal that nobody sees, and even I hardly ever read, having moved past
the moment. I suppose I could say my journaling is like creating a zentangle. A
sort of writerly meditation. Sometimes the thoughts I have there that I write about
might become an article to publish. More often, it’s just me talking.
In the last several years, I have become active on several writing
platforms. They are down there in the links area of this article.
The focus of these articles, to date, has been various
aspects of writing, the writing life, and insights into my life as a psychic
channel. Technically, I don’t like to call myself a psychic channel, but then
people don’t understand when I just say I am a channel, which they tend to
think of as a waterway.
The way I look at it is everyone is psychic to one degree or
another. It’s not necessarily a talent, but more a sixth sense. People don’t
understand it and tend to fear it. You can awaken it or develop it much like a
person learns to draw. It’s like talking, and yet it’s almost like a deeper
level of talking. Call it a cousin to our sense of feeling.
But here is where things sort of diverge. Psychics tend to
be able to answer questions. At least, this is what I think people think. They
can reach into your subconscious and give you answers like, “Don’t continue
pursuing a relationship with X. He’s bad news.” Or “Your business will be in
dire straits for the first quarter, but if you stick it out, it will get better
in a few months.”
Before I had the idea that I could learn to be a psychic, I
went to a lot of psychics. I remember one of them saying I had financial
troubles. Everybody does. The fact that I did, well, a lucky guess? This
particular person, when I didn’t grab the bait right away, said I had a curse
on me, and if I paid her extra money, she could lift it. I knew when she said
that I had gotten hold of a fraud. Then, she said if I paid her even more money,
her sister could find out who put the curse on me and would put a curse on
them. For even more money, they would light a three-foot-tall candle and pray
for me.
Was I surprised? A little, but the idea of going to
different people who called themselves psychics was to see how it worked. Did I
ever go back to her? Oh, no. I mean, what do you want for a $5 tarot card
reading?
However, that was the worst psychic reading I’ve ever had.
In a sense, it was also a lesson in how not to act. Other readings that I’ve
had were a lot better. They provided me encouragement to continue down the path
I was on. Mostly, they told me to trust the guidance I got from Spirit.
Anyway, I grew up in a place where people prayed, but God
did not talk to them. Priests did. Priests were there to interpret what we
read. They knew how to be good. They also knew what people did when they were
bad. Now, remember, this is me as a kid. I did not then have the luxury of
having lived a long life. I was just a kid.
I am a baby boomer. I’m also an ex-hippie. I’ve done drugs
(no more). I’ve drunk lots (don’t drink anymore). I’ve smoked lots of things.
(I don’t smoke anything now).
And yet, all those feelings you have from substance abuse?
The good feelings is what I’m talking about now. I can recreate them. It’s not
exactly the rush, but it is a rush.
I dream. I meditate. I talk to Spirit. I talk to God (or, at
least, the higher-ups). People have thought in the past that I’m nuts or that I
am dangerous. I’m not.
But I do know one thing. You can talk to God. Sometimes, God
might talk back to you.
After one of my brothers died, my sister told me that Mike
used to go out into the pasture on his farm after work and talk to God. It was
then that I realized that others do as I do. He had plans to become a minister.
Instead, he died. Not knowing Mike’s story other than he had a habit of
marrying difficult women, but also knowing he almost died as a teenager in a
car accident and that he had a drug habit that might have been a whole lot
hairier than my own, I knew him as a gentle person. He was like a lamb in our
family of wolves. I still think of him that way.
Anyway, back to the calling. I’m 70 years old. Other than
Grandma Moses, I figure I should just stay in my own lane.
Okay, here’s something to think about. What if, in my mind,
I expect that somebody who talks to Spirit ought to be in a position of shepherding
a bunch of people. What if I’m thinking about it the wrong way? What if it
doesn’t matter what I think, and helping out by doing what I’m doing is the
best way to help?
I don’t advertise myself or my writing. It’s more homegrown.
I wait for the readers to come. When they are ready to read whatever it is I’m
talking about, they will find me.
The world is a big place. Meeting on the astral isn’t like
winning a lottery ticket. You already bought the ticket, and we’ll talk on the
astral when you are ready. Maybe.
Thanks for reading. I appreciate the
support. I’ve listed a bunch of places where I am on the internet.
🌺 Pauline
Evanosky
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