I have many regrets in my life, but the one thing that I have never regretted is developing my relationship with God and Spirit. I have never once looked back with regret for a time when I prayed, meditated, practiced channeling, or sent healing to someone. I have only walked away from those moments filled with peace, love and, at times, even awe. The more I do these things, and the deeper I dig inside of myself for that connection with the invisible, the more filled with awe I become, because the more tangible God and Spirit become as well.
Sometimes trying to connect with God and Spirit is like digging through boxes of things you haven’t looked at in years. It’s a lot of hard work at first. You open the boxes, pull out junk that you didn’t even remember you had…old tax receipts that you never filed or accounted for…and then you stumble across a tattered photo of a beloved family member, or a yellowing packet of sugar that you saved from that diner you chanced upon in Detroit where you met your first and greatest love. And then, the mother lode! Your Mama’s rolling pin or your Daddy’s pocket watch surfaces, along with other unexpected treasures. And, then the truly unexpected! Uncle Charlie’s mysterious painting that he purchased at a garage sale, which turns out to be worth millions of dollars!
Just like unpacking a bunch of boxes can seem daunting, so can the thought of sitting down and communing with God and Spirit. It gets easier each time you do it. But, where to begin? Should you set up an alter? Light a candle? Wear purple? I remember how, as a fledgling trance medium, I thought I had to do all of these fancy rituals before channeling Dr. Peebles and others. I would take incense and walk around the house “opening the portals” and inviting Spirit in. And, as I sat in my chair in preparation to go into trance I would say the prayer that I learned from trance medium, Thomas Jacobson, many years ago:
"I call upon the spirit of light, love, inspiration and truth.
I reach beyond the confines of the earth, body and mind.”
This was a great prayer when I was first teaching myself how to channel, and I have used it when teaching others. It's a wonderful point of focus, as was my incense ritual. However, it soon became apparent to me that, at some point, this prayer was now a totally unnecessary step. I had worked hard at developing a deep, personal relationship with Dr. Peebles, and there was no fanfare required. I could take the training wheels off. I could “drop by” his house anytime, and he was always happy to greet me and meet my family, friends, and clients through me. I stopped with the incense/portal opening ritual, and decided to just be me. It was a whole lot easier, and that’s when the real magic began, because I'd stripped away the expectations that I had about "the right way" to commune with God and Spirit.
If I wanted God and Spirit in my life as my dearest and bestest friends, I would have to treat them like that. I made a decision to be real, not hold back on speaking my truth (sometimes quite colorfully), sharing with them my joys, pains, gratitude, fears, wonderings, and even anger towards them, if that was what I was feeling. I wanted to have an open and honest relationship with them, and that’s what I got. I began to see spirits in full color, and heard voices…even the voices of God and Dr. Peebles.
My life continued on, and there were challenges. Many, many challenges. But, now, with God and Spirit in the equation, those challenges often became very interesting, rather than challenging. Such as the one day that my husband was coming after me, and I knew that it wasn’t going to end pretty. Another potential beating was on its way. I stood in the hallway, uncertain where to turn when, in full array, a broad shouldered Chinese man, with a Fu Manchu moustache, leaning on a staff, appeared in front of me. He smiled and looked me in the eye, and said telepathically, “Do not move.” More amused by him than I was afraid of my husband in that moment, I did as told, and stood my ground. My husband stormed towards me, but when he got to my Chinaman (which is what I lovingly dubbed him, since I didn’t know his name) he couldn’t get past him! Every time he tried, it was as if he’d hit a wall. My husband waved his hands in frustration and cried to me, “What are you doing? What are you doing?” and I had to stifle a guffaw of victory. My Chinaman just stood there, and finally my husband turned and walked away, and went back to working on his computer. My Chinaman disappeared, and the day went back to being peaceful.
Opening up to receiving light, love, inspiration, and truth is tremendously powerful. It means putting total faith and trust in God—that all is in right order, and that you are safe. In these tumultuous times on earth, I choose to open myself up to the light, love inspiration and truth—to the miracles, rather than the madness. I encourage you to do the same.
I believe that the best gift that we can give to ourselves is to build a strong relationship with God and Spirit. By developing these relationships, you will come to know and love yourself and others more deeply.