I’ve always been a channeler, even before I knew what it was.
As a child, I would bring my mom a coffee in the morning, sit on her bed, and we would chat. Gradually, the conversation became more advanced, involving insights my young mind could not have generated. They were coming through me.
It was a strange experience. It was as though I was sitting next to me, hearing words coming from my mouth, and thinking, “I didn’t know that.” Afterward, I’d feel as though I’d had electricity running through my spine, such was the energy of the channeling experience.
In his book, “Evolution’s End”, Joseph Chilton Pearce talks about an incident in which his five-year-old came into his room, delivered a dissertation on everything he needed to know for his lecture that day, and left. Later on, when he brought this up with his son, the child had no memory of the experience. Children are natural channels, receiving from the world around them without interference. There were times I would receive snatches of wisdom from my children, for example, who might spontaneously make up a song that contained answers I needed in that moment.