Channeling My Spiritual Path: A Woven Tapestry Across Decades
- The Mindful Balance
- Jul 8
- 10 min read
Updated: Jul 22
I was sitting in bed at night thinking of something else when my channel opened, and out came my spiritual history as a great winding path. I was shown all the parts of my story and how they wove together. It was a revelation and a gift. I share this with you so you may see yours.
When I look back at the journey of my spiritual path, it doesn’t move in a straight line. It feels more like weaving—threads of knowing pulled in at different times, sometimes years or even decades apart, each one adding a layer of depth, color, or clarity. Some threads were obvious. Some came in sideways. But all of them were part of a conversation I now realize I was always having with the divine. Each interest still lives in me today, evolving and maturing in shape and knowledge, as I do.
The First Whisper: Animals, Nature, and Art
As a child, my first sacred bond was with animals and the natural world. I felt at home among trees, grass, sunshine, and water. My deep empathy with animals wasn’t just affection or curiosity—it was communication, communion. This life's lineage bench was filled to the brim with different types of artisans, and I was no different. It gave me a way to express myself where I was at—and still does. I was already channeling, I just didn’t have words for it yet.
Spiritual Thread: This early communion with nature and creative expression was the first spark of intuitive awareness. It grounded me in sacred relationship with the Earth and opened me to a nonverbal, energetic connection with the unseen.
My Spiritual Path's Ancestry
After some family members passed, I felt a deep sense of loss—not just of their physical presence, but of the knowledge they left unshared. I made the best family tree I could and felt ignited with passion for this life's lineages. It also sparked a yearning for travel, to see where the ancestors before me had walked.
Spiritual Thread: This deepened my sense of identity and belonging. It opened the portal to ancestral remembrance and initiated me into a larger story—one that includes the wounds and wisdom of those who walked before me.
The Body Knows: Vegetarianism and Healing
My mind led me into vegetarianism—and later, veganism for seven years. At first, it was about animal rights and the suffering I could no longer swallow, literally. After twenty years, it became an entry point to consciousness. It taught me how food, energy, and choice affect the body and soul. This shift came with harsh and traumatic daily judgment from others, but I stayed with it. In doing so, I unconsciously lit the flame of sacred boundaries.
Spiritual Thread: This was the beginning of learning embodiment as sacred. It taught me that my choices—what I allow in, what I honor—are extensions of my spiritual path.
Nature Hikes
I spent the better part of four years hiking almost every weekend. Nature called to me—the forests, the desert, the rocks, the soil, all weather, all seasons. It had an extremely calming effect on me and fed the soul I didn’t know I had yet.
Spiritual Thread: These hikes were walking meditations. I was connecting to Earth as temple, and reawakening my inner silence, strength, and resilience.
The Early Sparks: Feminism and Voice
Later, feminism ignited something deeper—a need to reclaim the silenced, the sacred feminine, the parts of myself and history that had been erased. I didn’t yet know this was part of witchcraft, priestess work, or ancestral memory surfacing. I just knew my personal trauma needed to be voiced, and I had to listen.
Spiritual Thread: This phase awakened the sacred wound. It asked me to speak truth, to resist erasure, and to begin reclaiming the divine feminine within and around me.
The Urge to Create and Feed Myself Wholefully
I became interested in making my own cleaners from herbal or natural sources, shopping organically, and growing and making my own foods. This was the infant stage of self-love. I chose where I spent my money, what I put in my body, and what I used in my home. I didn’t know this had ancient roots in my soul and would resurface later in spades when my body was healing.
Spiritual Thread: This practical magic rooted my spiritual growth into everyday life. It showed me that devotion could live in a recipe, a ritual, a household choice.
Health as a Spiritual Portal
Living with chronic illnesses like hEDS, POTS, MCAS, Blood Volume Disorder, ME/CFS, and PTSD cracked me open further. Illness forced me into presence. It demanded I listen to my body as an oracle. Each symptom was both a wound and a messenger. After fighting battles for my son’s health, I learned to fight through medical bureaucracy for my own in healthcare settings.
Spiritual Thread: Pain became a teacher. Illness taught me that the sacred also resides in the broken, the hidden, and the slow. It refined my discernment and my sense of divine timing.
Therapy
I was fated to find a therapist who not only knew about chronic illness, the complex medical system, psychology, and trauma—but one who valued all spiritual paths. This open-mindedness allowed my own light to shine. I went from grief and pain to believing in myself, learning so many healing tools, and a knowing that the universe has my best interests at heart. We still meet weekly because healing isn't a destination, it's a life journey of learning and remembering.
Spiritual Thread: Therapy was a crucible—where spiritual truth met emotional healing. This phase helped me integrate all parts of myself into one sacred whole.
Ritual Daily Baths
During pregnancy, I began taking ritual baths to soothe my body and symptoms. What began as necessity became revelation. After trauma work in therapy and chronic illness, I returned to this practice—and now, it is daily. Whether for meditation, illness recovery, energetic activation, or just play and fun, the act of laying in water is sacred. Especially living in the desert, water has become my temple.
Spiritual Thread: Water became medicine and mirror. It reminded me that stillness heals, that flow is holy, and that I am worthy of comfort, restoration, and joy.
Mediumship and Messages
A few years later, TV shows about mediums (especially Tyler Henry!) deeply sparked my curiosity—but it wasn’t just entertainment. Death was no longer the end for me! We had souls, and I was hooked. It was preparation. Later, I began receiving messages—visions, synchronicities, channeled thoughts. I documented them. Some came true. Some opened doors to deeper truth. Channeling had shifted from body and Earth to spirit and sky.
Spiritual Thread: I began to truly embody my role as a seer. This was the awakening of my spiritual sight, trust in divine communication, and understanding that the veil is thin for a reason.
Mindfulness
I began using mindfulness, meditation, yin yoga, and spiritual tools not as accessories—but as survival. My daily life was stressful and painful, emotionally and physically. My nervous system had learned to stay vigilant from a young age, and all of these medical and emotional traumas were only building on each other. Now, after much shadow work and self-love—which I will never stop—I see tools like my wheelchair as amazing gifts! Mobility aids help me save my spoons for the things that light my heart up. Mindfulness is a daily tool for regulation and learning to trust my body because I know I’m safe now.
Spiritual Thread: This phase deepened my practice of presence. It taught me how to root spirit into body and breath—moment to moment.
Sharing Knowledge
This was a huge development for me. Putting myself out there as someone who holds knowledge—especially spiritual, embodied, and intuitive wisdom—was scary. I had spent much of my life learning to survive, not to be seen. But there came a point when I knew: it was time. I began sharing what I knew, what I was living, and what I was still learning. Whether through writing, speaking, or offering insights, I allowed my truth to be witnessed. This vulnerable, powerful act shifted everything. It was the beginning of trusting that my voice could serve, not just survive.
Spiritual Thread: Speaking my truth aloud became a sacred rite. It wove together all my spiritual steps into something living, something shared. My path wasn’t just mine—it was meant to ripple outward.
This is still developing! As soon as I felt safe enough in my physical body to start dreaming up a life again, I wanted to help others. But this time, I wanted boundaries and balance. Each way of worship was interesting, and I found that many different ways to worship appealed to me. For me, all devotion to higher self and Source was just energy with many faces. Even channeling this spiritual path was profound to me. I was walking a path I didn’t know existed—my whole life.
Spiritual Thread: This is the synthesis. All the previous threads merged into a knowing that Spirit is vast, multifaceted, and loving. I became a bowl—open, but not empty. Sacred, but not rigid.
Healing Stones and Daily Ritual
I felt the quiet call to healing stones. I began collecting and using them intuitively. I didn’t know all their names at first—I chose based on feel. Over time, I learned their purposes. I began using and wearing them daily—based on need, building altars, creating intention around their presence. This was a new kind of channeling—touch-based, felt-sense divination.
Spiritual Thread: This was embodiment through sacred objects. I was learning how to use the physical to connect with the metaphysical—stone as bridge.
Nighttime Devotion Work
Each night I lay in bed after my son is asleep, I devote sacred time to myself and spirit. This quiet, space is where I receive the most powerful downloads. I read for pleasure, listen to other channelers, journal, rest, and open fully to whatever guidance comes through my channel. This isn’t about doing—it’s about being. It’s a ceremony of softness and receptivity, a temple time that brings me into alignment with the mystery.
Spiritual Thread: Night became my sacred sanctuary. In the dark and quiet, I am reminded that intuition speaks loudest when I’m still. Here, I remember I am not just a seeker—I am a vessel.
Communing Daily
A sacred practice that formed during this time was communing daily with the world around me. Whether going outside or simply looking through a window, I ground myself to the Earth. I sit cross-legged and imagine roots growing down from me into Lady Gaia, while a trunk grows up my chakras and branches burst from my crown to form the Tree of Life. In this moment, I become a channel—a bridge between the cosmos and the Earth. I say Metta mantras, I do chi energy tapping, and I speak to the creatures around me. This daily ritual brings me into alignment with all that is, and keeps my path rooted and alive.
Spiritual Thread: This is my living altar. It merges body, spirit, nature, and cosmos into one sacred act. I became not just a student of the divine—but a participant in its unfolding.
Plant Allies and Earth Work
Then came the plants. It started subtly—with spirit pushing me in the direction of herbal and witch medicine, for learning. But I quickly felt pulled toward their medicine. I learned that these weeds had purpose, and even souls of their own. Each plant had a personality. Each had something to say. Rosemary, vervain, lavender—each one aligned with something I needed on my healing or spiritual journey. I began to learn their medicinal and spiritual uses, often by direct experience before research. Again: the plants were teaching me.
Spiritual Thread: Plants became my living teachers. They rooted my healing into the cycles of nature and reminded me that I, too, am seasonal, wise, and growing.
Avalon, the Goddess, and the Forgotten
More recently, I’ve felt drawn to The Mists of Avalon, Egypt, Gnosticism, The Sophia Code, and the Magdalene Rose path. I believe I’m remembering—not learning—what was once known to me. The sacred feminine in all her forms has become both a guide and a mirror. It is no accident I’m drawn to the places and beings that were erased.
Spiritual Thread: This is remembrance. I am reclaiming lost parts of the divine feminine and reconnecting to the ancient wisdom embedded in my soul.
A Sacred Spiral
This isn’t a staircase or a timeline. It’s a spiral. Interests return in new forms. Threads reconnect. Sometimes it takes years for the next part to make sense—but every piece belonged.
I now know: my spiritual path is being channeled, step by step. Each interest was never random. It was the next breadcrumb left by my soul.
And I’m still walking. Still listening. Still remembering.
Your Turn:
Now it’s your turn, dear one. What threads are weaving through your life? What passions or curiosities keep returning, whispering to be followed? You don’t need to have it all figured out. You just need to start listening.
Trust your intuition. Let your life speak. Your spiral may not look like mine, but it’s just as sacred.
Light a candle, journal your own sacred timeline, take a walk in nature, or simply ask your soul, “What’s next?” Then listen. The breadcrumbs are already waiting.
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