About Me - Pauline Evanosky

 

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It was in 1993, when I was 37 years old, that I officially became aware of my psychic abilities, and I started channeling. Since then, I have learned everybody is born psychic, but it wasn’t until my adulthood that I realized something strange was going on, and my curiosity got the better of me.

In the summer of 1963, when we lived in South Carolina, I was 8 years old.  Everybody had to take a nap at the same time.  I really wasn’t that tired, being too old for naps, so I amused myself watching the faces on the ceiling.  I never told anybody about them, but they were interesting.  Men and women were smiling at me.  Just faces.  Thinking about it now, I realize the afternoon light dappled through the flowery curtains and made patterns on the ceiling. 

As these things go, it was a meandering path. 

It happened more than once that summer that I was comforted by these smiling faces. None of them ever said anything to me, it was just the comfort I needed after being banished for an afternoon nap. I only ever saw them that summer. Seeing as how we moved as often as we did, it's likely we made another move that summer because I never saw them again.

When I was a little older and we lived in Norway, I attended a slumber party.  Someone produced a Ouija board, and much screaming ensued.  Hey, it’s what little girls do at slumber parties.  Of course, the planchette moved…more screaming…and everybody denied moving it. 

The first “spiritual” book to literally land at my feet was “Autobiography of a Yogi” by Paramhamsa Yogananda. That book started me on my journey. I’ve read it several times since then.  A funny story, though, was when I was walking through the library and took a shortcut through the religious section. From the bottom shelf, the book tipped out and landed in front of me.

And, on it went as the years went by, reading Herman Hesse’s “Siddhartha”, James Michener’s “The Source”,  “Exodus” by Leon Uris, Carlos Castaneda and “The Teachings of Don Juan”, “Be Here Now” by Ram Dass, and “Seth Speaks” by Jane Roberts were some of the books I read. Seth is my spirit guide now, as an adult. There are undoubtedly other teachers and guides I talk to, but he was my first, and I consider him to be my most constant guide.

As a teenager, I tried my hand at meditating and astral travel. Shot right out of the top of my head into the nighttime starry skies with that one. Scared me, and I didn’t meditate or do any astral traveling again for 20 years.

So, over the years, there were bits and pieces that, as I remember them, tend to stick out on my meandering path to becoming a channel.

In high school, I had a vivid dream of my grandmother. I awoke during the night and saw a woman with brown hair and a ponytail standing in my bedroom, her arms crossed, looking at my calendar. She did not look like Grandma Nieman, but I knew in my heart it was her. Scared me too. Who sees people in their bedroom in the dead of night, alive or dead? I squeezed my eyes shut, opening them again to see her still there. Yikes. I squeezed them shut a second time, and when I opened them again, Grandma was gone.  

In the morning, I told my mother about the dream, expecting her to say it was probably something I ate. Instead, she said she didn’t doubt it at all. 

She said my grandmother was psychic. It helped to know that, when years later, psychic things started happening to me. Somebody told me psychic abilities like that run in families, generally through the women. Now, I know psychic abilities are available to anyone.

The groundwork was being laid for what happened later in 1993. I guess it was a couple of years prior to that when our finances were hurting, and I chanced upon a book called “Creating Money” by Sanaya Roman and Duane Packer. It was a library book, and I was so intrigued by it that I said to Dennis, my husband, that I wanted to buy it. He said, “You don’t have to. It’s on the bookshelf.” He pointed, and three feet away, there it sat. He had been interested in the same thing years prior to that. Interesting how his and my interests have been so alike through the years. I started studying the book, and a year or so later, I had manifested a piano. 

I began to experience psychic phenomena that were really unsettling. So unsettling that I went to a used bookstore near us looking for information about ESP. I picked the first book at hand, opened it at random to see, and I am paraphrasing here: “It is an ordinary thing to experience ESP.” That was all I needed. 

So, while seeing the number 222 everywhere, breaking the video player from across the room, hearing kitchen cupboards slamming when nobody was nearby, and knowing who was on the phone calling before I answered it, I persevered in my quest to figure out what was going on.

I began reading with a purpose and relaxed enough to believe the books coming my way were the ones I needed to be reading. I re-opened “Seth” by Jane Roberts, a favorite book from my teenage years. From there, I began to read “Messages From Michael” by Chelsie Quinn Yarbro. And, finally, found “Opening to Channel” surprisingly by the same folks who had written “Creating Money,” Sanaya Roman and Duane Packer.

Somewhere along this meandering path, I learned how to draw.  I had read Betty Edwards' book, “Drawing on the Right Side ofYour Brain”. Years later, I was able to take an adult school class using Betty’s techniques. 

At one point, I began to read “A Course in Miracles,” a book channeled by Dr. Helen Schucman, who was a clinical psychologist and professor at Columbia University. Her department head, Dr. William Thetford, came to her at some point and said something along the lines of, “We’ve got to do something to stop this infighting among the faculty here.” So, they thought about it, and an inside voice began to speak to Dr. Schucman, who she later would figure out to be Jesus Christ although she never actually said so in the book. There she referred to the source as, ‘The Voice’. This was in 1965, and eventually, after seven years had passed, “A Course in Miracles” was published.

I had been drawn to this book, to the lessons, and had not yet learned the story of its writing. I had been in psychotherapy for a time. I felt better as you do when you do that, and upon leaving, I shook my therapist’s hand and mentioned that I’d been reading the book. He said enthusiastically, “Oh, you will enjoy it. I’ve read it three times.”

It turns out I needed this training to shift my focus away from what I expected to see to a place where possibilities weave and dance. All of this needed to go into the soup of what was to eventually be me, learning how to be a channel.

Sometimes, just to shake things loose, you need to turn your reality upside down. Reading “A Course in Miracles” did that for me.

I remember I’d been studying “Opening to Channel” for the longest time and having a difficult time. Finally, I remembered that Jane Roberts and her husband, Robert, had talked to Seth in the beginning using a Ouija board. I remembered the folks in “Messages From Michael” used a Ouija board too. And, of course, I’d had my own limited use of it during that slumber party so many years before in Norway. So, I went out and bought a Ouija board.

My husband and I worked the board together, and it did, in fact, work.  We talked to his guide, Nathan, for a while.  Eventually, Nathan said he did not wish to communicate via the board, and so we stopped.

I was bereft.  Actually, it was maddening because I wanted to talk to my guide.  Months passed, and it dawned on me that both Jane and the people who channeled Michael worked the board by themselves. If they could do it, maybe I could too. So, I practiced for what seemed like the longest time. Nothing, absolutely nothing happened.  I used to drag the planchette around with one hand, so I knew what it would feel like, and I wouldn’t miss anything if it did end up working. Time passed, and nothing happened.

One day, I realized I’d been wasting time trying to make the Ouija board work. My guide hadn’t ever said anything to me, either, using the techniques taught by Sanaya Roman and Duane Packer or the Ouija Board. I remember having this big sort of thought that seemed to come out of nowhere. It said, “You have to become as innocent as a child.” Okay. Advice. But I decided to go back to writing. 

See, I’m a writer too. A lot of journaling is also necessary for learning how to channel. I figured that I could hedge my bets by allowing my left hand to rest upon the planchette with the Ouija Board at my side and cover the keyboard with my right. It was a little awkward, but I soon got used to it. I was writing, but certainly slower than I normally did with two hands.

Zoom. Wham! The planchette zipped across the board. Fast. God, I still remember how thrilled I was. I quickly got both hands on it and moved the keyboard off to the side. The planchette meandered all over the board, not spelling anything out. Just wandered all over the board. I asked, “Are you my guide?” The planchette moved to “Yes”. I didn’t know what to ask next. The planchette started spelling out S-E-T-H. There was no more communication after that. It just moved all over the board again and again. But that’s a whole new story, and I’ll address it later on. At the age of 37, I met my spirit guide. It had taken the good part of five years and a whole lot of writing, studying, and reading. And yet, I've taught people to channel in five or ten minutes. This is why I know in my heart that if I can do it, so can you.

Now, at the age of 70 in 2025, I am telling my story again.

Thanks for reading, and please enjoy the site.

 🌺 Pauline Evanosky 🌺