Last October,
I was contacted by an author to read his book. At the time, I was having a very difficult time, to say the least. My new job (the absolute perfect job for me at present) took me
out of state for a 6-week training. The first couple weeks were hell for me. The training itself was easy, but the financial aspect
left me in a place of hell-bent self-prophesying a worst-case scenario. The last thing on my mind was attending to emails.
Ultimately, I found myself in a choice. The worst case scenario of
my situation would have validated a thought that trying (at this thing called life) simply wasn't worth it anymore. I tried and tried, and all my efforts lead back to failure. So one day,
I gave myself the right to have that choice. Keep trying and struggle fruitlessly, end it now, or have fun until that worst case scenario I was so sure was unavoidable and end it then. Seeing as how my son was with me,
I opted for fun. We simply made the best of our circumstances and enjoyed ourselves.
The funny thing about that decision -- to
just let go and take what the Universe was going to dish out -- was the result. The
worst case scenario never came. It didn't even get close. In fact, life turned completely around, doors of positive opportunity and support burst open, and the world became a safe and manageable place again (even when it still sucks or tries to scare the shit out of you). The
blessings are still pouring in. I would say "If I had known that it worked like that, I'd have done it years ago," but, honestly, the
truth is you can't really know better until you just do it: Completely surrender to the ebb and flow.
(Side note: To any of you who have ever heard me say, "I just want to be proved wrong," well, the Universe just proved me wrong and I'm eternally grateful for it.)
Last month, I finally sat down to catch up on all those emails I had intentionally ignored. I got back to that author.
His name is Jerry McDaniel and his book is Channeling the Mothership. Admittedly, I was a little hesitant. My mind instantly went to alien conspiracy theories, and, while I do grasp a few non-conspiracy alien theories to be worth contemplating and finding the truth in, it's not really my area of expertise.
So I
looked up the book to get a better idea of what it was about and was in awe. Questions about "are we alone or connected?" and topics dealing with intuition, mediumship, free will, karma, the Higher Self, etc. All things that had been on my mind and in line with omens and messages I had been receiving. This was definitely
a book I needed to check out. I asked him to send it my way.
When
Channeling the Mothership arrived, the very first thing I noticed was
Jerry's message to me. Three words. Just
three words, and all words I need to hear, need to remember, and need to work on. Jerry McDaniel is a psychic medium and clairvoyant. He reaches out to me at a potentially terrifying turning point in my life. He writes a message to me that resonates every part of my body.
I think his Higher Self was having a good, long chat with my Higher Self while I was busy attending to my ego.
At first, I
dived right in without wasting a second. That first chapter didn't include anything that was particularly new to me, and yet
I was blown away by it. Great reminders and questions worth answering (even though I had answered some of them before). What a fantastic tool! And I was already building my list of people I want to pass this book onto; some like me who may not see it as new, but valuable, and others who it will be very new and much needed.
And
then resistance set in. It wasn't immediately obvious that's what it was. It was the holidays and there was stuff (and more stuff) going on -- all different stories for another time. But there were slow moments and after-the-holidays moments and I was like,
"I'm going to sit down and read tonight." But didn't. Oh, there were lists of reasons why. Exhaustion (oh, yeah, turns out my vitamin D is extra low this year. My bad), lack of time, other priorities, etc., etc. Eventually I did
pick it up as intended, and it was like perfect timing all over again. The very things coming through to me were sure enough right here in the pages in front of me.
I'm totally going to finish it.
But then I didn't. That resistance rushed in again. Only, this time, I called it what it was: Resistance.
Why was I resisting? What was I resisting exactly? How do I overcome it? What's getting in my way? On and on. Sometimes I asked the question and let it go (guilt has a way of doing that). Other times I sat with it.
No idea. At least not yet.
Thankfully, Jerry reached back out to me to check if I'd had the chance to review the book. And, of course,
guilt washed over me. Horrible, terrible guilt. No, I had not.
Have to finish reading to write a review and I was being a very, very bad reader by not reading. But just as
guilt has a way of making us turn away from looking at the things we don't want,
it's also a super helpful emotion to motivate you to get your ass in gear. So I finished reading
Channeling the Mothership.
I didn't do it right then and there, mind you. This is a book with questions. Questions that
if you don't at least ask yourself (even if you don't have an answer yet), you aren't absorbing the messages this book provides. So I gave myself two nights, after getting my son to bed, to spend a
couple hours reading, contemplating, answering questions, and making notes (at the back of the book are lined pages for you to write whatever you like on each chapter). When I finished it, I was happy. Not because I'd finished it, but because
I thoroughly enjoyed it (and, yes, I chuckled at myself quite a bit when Jerry talks about resistance).
I wrote and published the reviews (the first draft was complete shit that failed to do any level of justice for
Channeling the Mothership, so I scrapped it; I hope what you see published elsewhere encourages you to read this book). And now
I'm writing up this long, little story about the experience of reviewing it. At least, that's
what it probably sounds like to you.
The truth is, when I thought about writing up a blog post review of Channeling the Mothership, it didn't feel right.
I love the book and highly encourage you to read it. But more importantly, we all understand that anyone can write a book about anything, have it published, and people like it.
When it comes to discerning the truth, things get trickier. Whether it's the title, the cover, the style, or even the message within a book,
we can be very skeptical. For me, it's easy to read Jerry's book and know that his messages are truth because they are messages I already have experienced or was in the midst of experiencing as I read it. For others,
powers of skepticism can sometimes blind us from messages of truth. And for that, you need validation.
This post is the
validation. I have never sat down with Jerry or had a full conversation (our emails are rather short and to the point; quite a feat for someone as verbose as me). He has never given me a reading and I certainly don't recall any loved ones who've passed running it by me to seek him out. And yet,
his timing to reach out to me, his three-word message to me, his book and the messages it brings, and his poke at my bewildering resistance speaks volumes. I don't know if it was intentional all along. I don't know if he consciously was aware of all this. (Given my experiences with intuition and psychicism, that's pretty close to never the case.) Still, he did it. That's
legit in my book. And it speaks volumes
to the validity of everything you find in Channeling the Mothership.
Thank you, Jerry!
Blessings,
Evy
