My most recent channeling has come in the form of music. The one who directed me to composing music was Ken Wapnick. The day he brought it up, I was flustered and responded, "I can't compose music because I don't know how to read music beyond "Every-Good-Boy-Does-Fine" for dots on the lines, and F-A-C-E for dots in-between the lines." He shook his head with a smile and asked me to "give it a try."

I love music and I sing by ear and from my heart. I know a few things on a drum set and learned that X's and dots on certain lines equal hitting either a snare, a tom, a cymbal, or the bass drum. I inherited a keyboard I don't know how to play, but more importantly, it looked good in my living room.

I was very curious to discover why Ken would point me to compose music? Part of me knew I could trust his guidance but, truly, I had very little expectations of anything sounding good. I knew he wanted me to compose from my Holy mind because when he said to give it a try, and I frowned, he added that I should approach it the same way I do when I channel "Messages."

The same day Ken gave me the suggestion, I turned on the keyboard. I cleared my mind, changed the piano setting to "strings" (have no idea why) and placed my hands over the keys and trusted. To my surprise, my fingers seemed to be exploring the keys in all directions and what came out of the speakers was sounding like music - I mean, like music! What do I do now?!

Knowing very well I couldn't repeat what my hands were doing, and afraid that I'd lose whatever was coming through my hands, I futilely searched for a recording device in my house, forgetting the one on my cellphone. Instead, I bought a handheld digital recorder at Radio Shack. When I returned home, I repeated what I did before. I placed my hands over the keyboard and trusted to make way for "It" to do it again.

Forgive the lack of a professional recording because all I do is put the recorder in the room and hit "record." Sometimes, in the background, you might hear cars passing outside my window, dogs barking or me shifting in my seat. When the musical samples seem to end abruptly, they represent the "session" in its entirety - meaning, when my hands stop, they stop. My experience is that I'm on a musical ride.

After recording #0145, I thought it would be a good idea if I pursued piano lessons from a very good instructor with the purpose of giving "It" more tools or skills to take this music farther. I tried and tried and tried to stay with the lessons (still can't play Jingle Bells without a mistake ... oy!) Learning to read music and play a piano over the age of 50 is no easy task! Before I stopped taking lessons, I made it to my first recital, in which I played "Are you sleeping?" I was terrified the entire time I was playing for fear I'd mess it up! The performance lasted all of 30 seconds but I made it without an error. Whew!

My idea of taking piano lessons to help "It" was not working because It was using a different channel, my Given mind. My learned mind complicates everything with control and judgment. Sigh. There is the lesson again: Step out of my way so that what is natural to my God-given Holy mind, is allowed to Be.

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