When I was young, I channeled without knowing it. I can look back in diaries written at twelve, fourteen, eighteen and see clearly the difference between my own, egocentric, teenage babbling and a voice speaking to me from afar, calling me back to reason, to love, and to higher understanding.
I am lucky to have survived those years and I attribute this to all the people who loved me enough to hold on to me, even when I ran as far and as fast as I could away from them…
And I attribute it to my Spiritual Guides, the Spiritual Ancestors, who winked to me from the stars every night.
Here’s something of the both of us: myself and those higher energies, mixed into one, poetic reminder.
Enjoy the channelings of young Lindsey and, remember, there are many channels we opened, even at the very beginning. Trust.
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