Everyday Channeling — The Voices in My Head

It’s Not All Serious

When I set out to be a psychic channel back in the 1980s, I had expectations. People need to have something to aim for, no matter what they are trying to do. It’s no different from learning how to ride a bicycle. You envision yourself peddling down the sidewalk with your lunch box in your front basket just like your big sister does. Or, if you are a boy, you are hunched up over your handlebars peddling for all your worth, outracing the bad guys who are chasing you across the desert. These are the things that you might see in your head.

It is no different from if you were learning to play the guitar and see yourself eventually in a band or going to school, hoping one day you’re going to be big enough to peer over the counter in the office. Stuff like that. It happens naturally, or it happens with deliberate intent.

So, what I envisioned when I wanted to be a psychic channel was hearing the truth about the universe and, finally, solving all those riddles that never made sense to me. I figured I’d be talking to a spirit guide who would tell me the secrets of life. I envisioned this “person” as being very solemn and who didn’t have a funny bone in their body.

Well, it was something to aim for. Little did I know what was coming next.

I spent a good five years or so trying to channel. I never took a class, but I read lots of books. It wasn’t until I’d already started channeling that I began meeting other people who channeled, so I could see if I was measuring up. It was funny all the stuff I had to do to finally get to the point where I could meet my spirit guide and start learning about stuff nobody else knew about.

Right. I’ve seen other people learn how to channel in 15 minutes. It made me feel like the world’s worst student because it took me so long. However, I figured eventually that if I was that bad a student and finally was able to do it, I was certainly qualified to help anybody do it.

So, finally, I met my guide. It was a couple of days before I actually heard anything. In the guided meditation I used (pretty boilerplate and works for most anybody), my guide was about my height, older than me, balding, and wore a Roman toga with one shoulder bared. He was standing with his back to me in a garden with low stone walls. He turned, and I saw the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen on anybody’s face. I was speechless. According to the meditation, you’re supposed to do a meet and greet. Say a few words. Be polite. Whatever. I was so startled that I abruptly flung myself out of the meditation in shock.

I originally talked with my guide using a Ouija board. Yes, I protected. No, there were no demon spooks. I maintain that I was completely safe, and this is where it started getting way weird. Nothing I ever expected to happen, but it did, and here I am, an experienced psychic channel.

So, when did it start getting funny? Soon after I’d started channeling on the board and had not yet moved to the stage where I was hearing my guide, Dennis, my husband, came home with a bunch of mangoes and lemons from a co-worker’s yard. I’d never had a mango in my life, and I asked Seth, my guide, “Do you know anything about mangoes and lemons?”

I remember he said, “Funny you should ask. I applied to be a pastry chef for Louis the Fourteenth.”

So, I was startled, but I was game. The going was slow because I was still using the Ouija board. If you’ve ever used one, it is tedious work with the planchette moving here and there over the board to give you the next letter or number. This recipe was channeled 16 days after I first made contact with my guide.

Seth’s No Fail — No Fall Lemon Mango Cake — 2/28/93

Mix 2 cups of flour 1½ cups sugar 3 tsp baking powder 1 tsp salt ½ cup Crisco 1 cup milk 1½ tsp vanilla 2 eggs

Mix ½ minute on low and then 3 minutes on high with your electric mixer (or by hand, about 150 strokes). Add the juice of one lemon and rind, and one peeled chopped mango. Add more water if too thick. Bake 350° F in a 9x13 inch pan for 45 minutes or 2 round layers for 30 to 35 minutes. Frost with icing.

Icing: 1 stick butter (softened) and 1 box of confectioners sugar. Juice of one lemon and water for desired consistency. Sprinkle top of iced cake with lemon rind.

So, my first expectation was shattered. Who the hell would have thought my guide knew anything about baking or, much less, had any connection at all with Louis the Fourteenth’s kitchen? I was blown away. I also don’t know that I’d put 3 tsp of baking powder and not as much salt in the recipe if I were doing it today, but hey, it’s fun to experiment in the kitchen.

It was a few days later after this incident that the planchette was moving so fast over the board that you could no longer tell what letter it was stopping on. But I knew what was going to be said.

That’s when I said to myself, “Pauline, this is what it must be like to go crazy.” And that was the first time I ever heard the voice of my guide. He said to me, “Go outside. I have something important to say to you”.

At the time, there was a whole lot of noise going on in the house. The television was blaring, and my husband was doing something in the kitchen that involved a lot of activity and noise. I retreated to our porch, and that’s when Seth said to me in my ears, “You can hear me now.”

It was hit-and-miss as the next few weeks went by. It felt like I was listening to somebody while putting my fingers in and out of my ears. Hear something. Miss something. Hear something. Miss something.

All this time, I was hearing audibly like my guide was right next to me or behind me.

It was about a year after I had started talking to Seth. He’d been suggesting to me that I start talking to other people in Spirit. I was shy and resisted.

I do remember once I was naked in the bathroom on the scale. I was just getting ready to get into the shower, and somebody said, “You weren’t kidding. She is fat”. Talk about rude, but it also let me know that Spirit doesn’t care if you are wearing clothes or not. The “rules” are different when you’re talking to Spirit. I remember once asking Seth what sort of clothes he was wearing. He said nothing. He told me that Spirit was all just energy. So, the “appearance” Spirit takes for you is just a politeness so that you’ve got something to focus on and not just a voice from the sky. I used to talk to the corners of the room thinking Seth was floating around, like he was in Heaven. I think he joked with me about it, but to this day, sometimes I’ll look up. It has always seemed to me that you are rolling your eyes, Dear. Yes, that was Seth. If he or anybody else in Spirit says anything, I’ll put their contributions in a bold italics font.

Hi.

Hello, yourself.

I’m writing a story about channeling funnies.

I see that.

I can’t remember them all.

We have had some good times. You could tell the story when you were channeling aloud in the office.

Oh, yeah. I started out talking to myself. I did that years before I started channeling, and still do to this day. But I think the transition from using the Ouija board to channeling verbally was easier. I don’t know. I’d need to talk to a channel who never talked to herself. Or himself. Anyway, I did a lot of verbal channeling in those days. Seth has always sounded like a count from Transylvania from the beginning.

If I might interject? (make a note that Pauline nodded her head) Jesus. Yes? Stop it. Fine, Spirit will accommodate the needs of the channel to ensure ease of channeling. If the person feels more comfortable speaking with a male, we can do that. If the person feels more comfortable speaking with feminine energy, we can do that too. If it is the wind, the rain, a plant, or an animal. Same with extraterrestrial beings, we are able to handle that. Spirit is all of that and nothing. Truthfully, we are invisible, and we are energies. Some have jobs that never take them to humans. Some are specifically enlisted to be teachers. The plans, as it were, are not held by another. You make the choices that impact your lives. There is no predetermination.

Thanks. In the old days, I would have had a cigarette after that much intense channeling. Now, I just take a deep breath. Oh, right, I was going to tell you about channeling in the office.

I can’t remember when this happened, though it had to have been towards the beginning. I know I made a rule after that happened that there be no out-loud channeling in public places.

Seth used to help me all the time with the more mundane things I did. He still does. He’s fabulous at finding my husband’s keys, but that’s another story. This particular one was me and him conversing at the office. What we were talking about, I can’t remember. Maybe it was the next thing to do, maybe it was solving an Excel formula. I just don’t remember. But it was all out loud.

My supervisor, with a face full of fright, poked her head into my office and said, “Is there a man in here?” It was just the two of us in the office. No men. Except for Seth. Who was invisible. I had not told her, nor would I for years, that I was channeling. Smooth as you please, I lied. I gestured toward the open window in the office and said, “It must have been somebody out on the sidewalk. There’s nobody here.” She nodded, went back to her desk, and I hissed at my guide, “New rule! No talking out loud!”

I know I was as much to blame as anybody. It is my mouth, isn’t it? But I was furious, and that was pretty much the end of verbal channeling. It’s a shame, though, because verbal channeling is very different from written channeling. Sometimes I will channel for another person. It is rare now. But the thing is, I don’t remember the stuff that comes out of my mouth. They will grill me afterward about what I said, and I have to apologize and say I can’t remember. I’m in a semi-trance. Maybe the next time, I’ll say to them, “You’d better take notes because I sure don’t.”

I’m also wondering now at the ease with how I recovered in that moment, lying to a person I loved and still love. Not stuttering, which was how I generally acted when someone would put me on the spot. Just smooth as silk, “somebody out on the sidewalk.” Do you know what I think? I think Spirit helps us more than just the obvious at times. It can make you really humble.

I don’t channel verbally when my husband is in the house, either. I don’t know if it bothers him, but I know he likes his quiet. We both do. After all these years, since 1993, I’ve just pretty much kept my mouth shut when it comes to channeling. I have got the technology to record now, though. Maybe when Dennis has gone to work, I can do a bit of verbal channeling.

One thing I will say about talking to Spirit. They can be eloquent. Seth can be so old-fashioned at times. They do, sometimes, talk like Old Testament folks, but then again, they can just as easily talk like you and me. I guess it depends on who I am talking to and what the subject matter is. Or, like the other day when they talked Cowboy with me. Seth does not sound like a count from Transylvania when he is speaking to me. No longer does it sound like a person sitting beside me. Now, what started as audible channeling is a telepathic kind of listening. The voices in my head.

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