I’ve had a channel to spirit—source, the universe, God—for as long as I can remember. It’s always been one of the things that makes me uniquely me. For much of my life, though, I tried to deny that part of myself, afraid that people wouldn’t understand and wouldn’t accept me. It took time to realize that rejecting this part of me was really just me not accepting me—and that was far more painful than any external rejection could ever be.
For years I tried to shape this connection into something it wasn’t. I watched others with deep spiritual gifts and convinced myself that I should use mine the way they used theirs. I compared, I contorted, I tried to fit into boxes that were never meant for me. Somewhere along the way I created the story that if I didn’t express my gifts exactly like those around me, then something must be wrong with how I connected to spirit.
But the most powerful expression of my mediumship has always been when I become a hollow bone—empty, open, unattached. When I simply receive whatever spirit, the universe, or God wants to offer. In that space, the clarity and depth that come through are breathtaking.
This summer I created an “invisible offer,” something playful to counterbalance the heaviness I’d been feeling. Life had become stressful in ways that felt like they were draining my soul. Offering something mysterious and affordable felt fun—something light I could say yes to. But soon, recording content for the program became stressful. The words refused to come. Eventually I realized that spirit was redirecting me, nudging me into something entirely different, something co-created rather than pre-planned. I followed that guidance with full faith, and for the first time I channeled an entire program in real time—no scripts, no outlines, no structure. I simply spoke what spirit gave me. And in doing so, I felt life return to my body. I felt myself awaken in a way I had forgotten was possible.
The invisible offer changed me. It changed how I engage with spirit, bringing me back into a rhythm that feels ancient and natural—one I was always meant to move in.
It felt as though spirit and I had been dancing, but at some point I tried to lead. The steps grew awkward, the timing off. When spirit took the lead again, I had to surrender fully. The dance felt clunky at first, but soon I relaxed into it—and realized these steps were familiar. This was the dance I was born knowing, the dance that brings me into alignment with who I truly am.
The other morning, while firegazing, I channeled the entire “user manual” for my relationship with spirit. It arrived like a tsunami—one enormous wave of energy. My body trembled, my heart burst open, and more energy rushed through me than I’ve ever felt before. Tears streamed down my face as I understood myself more deeply than ever: who I am and what I’m here to do in this beautiful human life.
Something inside me nudged me to take a photo of that moment—and I’m grateful I did, because I know it marks a turning point. This single moment will change the trajectory of my life.