I really don’t know how to talk about this in a way that doesn’t sound insane. Or California fruity to the nth degree. Maybe it’s that East Coast education, but I generally try to keep my severe Church of Hippie leanings under wraps.
That said, there’s this thing I do. I really don’t know how to explain it, but if I’m going to write a blog post about it, I guess I have to try. When I have a question or more emotions than I know how to manage, I’ll sit down at my computer. Sometimes my questions are profound, sometimes they have to do with my to-do list. Then I’ll just start typing. When I read it back, it doesn’t quite sound like it came from me. It’s smarter and wiser and kinder, but has worse grammar and often misspells things. It feels like whatever this is has a better sense of the truth, a better understanding, more love, more wisdom, just more than I could possibly have with my limited senses and smallish, underused cerebellum. I remove myself and my brain from the process and just allow the information to flow through my fingers. Some of my favorite things have been written this way. I’m learning to tap into that and the more I practice, the easier it comes.
Sometimes when I start typing, this flow of information causes an emotional or physical reaction. There’s an energy to it. My nose will tingle or tears will start running down my face. It’s like all my senses get involved and something shifts energetically. It’s not even so much about the words, it’s more about the feeling.
When this happens, it really starts to feel like it’s coming from somewhere other than me. I know how that sounds. Because, what – am I channeling spirits? Aliens? The universe? If you google this type of writing, it sounds desperately flaky at best and charlatan-infested at worst. The cited wikipedia example is a woman who translates Martian messages into French. Which, let’s be real, would be amazing and I definitely want to see that.
But I’m learning to guide my life by what feels good – because we’re all just making it up as we go, so why not go toward what feels good? I’ve tried following the things that make me feel bad and I never end up in a place I want to be. And this feels good. It feels powerful, it feels energetic, it feels useful, and it feels loving. So I ask my questions. Because sometimes that’s all you can do: ask and trust that the answer that boomerangs back to you is the right one.
Recently, I started doing this writing for friends. Doing this on a bigger scale feels a little scary, a little vulnerable. But that’s what I’m trying to play with right now. Opening up to who I really am and trusting that the people who need this and who think it makes some sort of sense will find it and everyone else will just click away to the next thing on this infinite internet of ours.
But still, I think I’d rather take my clothes off in public than say I type messages from the universe. SEE? THAT’S WEIRD.
Calling All Guinea Pigs
Want to help me find out if this is really a thing?
If you’re game to be a guinea pig, email me with a question. (Click the “Send me a pandagram” box in the sidebar.) Or leave it in the comments. I would love to do this for you. I honestly don’t know what I need or what works. So far I’ve done it just with people’s names, but these are friends and I have some background knowledge of them. You can try sending me any burning questions you have. Or your first name and a little about your life and where you want some clarity. I’ll sit down with whatever I get and see what comes. Obviously, I have zero training and am not a coach or a doctor or anyone with any respectable letters after her name. All I know is that what I’ve written has been useful for me and seems to be useful for the people I’ve done it for.
If you’re willing to let me publish your question and answer here, let me know. (If you’d rather keep it private, that’s okay too.)I’d love to do this once a week on the blog for awhile, just to see how it lands. Maybe I’ll even give it a snappy name, although I am admittedly terrible at coming up with snappy names.
Have a question? Need some clarity? Let me know and I’ll apply my weird voodoo to it and see what I come up with for you. It may or may not give you any answers, but it will probably make you feel better.