I have years of unpublished channelings beyond what is covered in the Holy Shift! book. This page will be a way for me to share some of the these. Even though a poem is also considered a "writing" I've chosen to put the channeled poems into their own category.

Experientially, a writing comes through me as quickly as I can type it, or write it down. I don't edit it. I write it as it comes and leave it as is. I don't think or contribute to the experience in an attempt to stay out of Its way and let It Be. I learned how to manage this experience with a great deal of help over the years.

I leaned heavily on Ken for spiritual guidance. I knew I was in good hands when my ego mind, my learned mind, did NOT like what I was learning. I often felt completely overlooked by him while simutaneously feeling more understood by him than anyone. He was appealing and appalling. More than once, Ken heard my discontent in the form of ALL CAPS and many "!!!!!!!!!'s!"

Ken seemed to think that my outbursts meant progress. To me it seemed he was happiest when I seemed the most miserable. In the beginning, my mind heard Ken's input as harsh criticism. I would accuse him of speaking in puzzles. There was no mistake I was being mentored by a brilliant mind. Too brilliant for me is what I was trying to tell him. I wanted him to carry me, to tell me what to do, but he was too smart for that. He reminded me of my power of choice and to trust my Holy mind.

I tried to hide behind the logic of: "I don't need to learn this. I must know this, I channel thoughts just like this. My job is to channel and pass it on. That's all."

Ken would say of the writings that they were lovely BUT my problem was that I put them aside after I channeled them and go right back to what I was doing before. I resisted accepting that the Messages were for me FIRST. No ego-respecting self wants to change - it's everyone else who needs to change, right?

In the early stages of mentoring, Ken would often say to me regarding my confusion of form and content, "You insist on identifying with the "bad" (ego) Jenny as you" or "you're focusing on the notes, not the music between the notes."

Ken seemed to be squeezing the life, I mean, the specialness out of me. He didn't want ANY! His mentoring hurt my poor long-suffering ego which suited my ego just fine because I could point an accusing finger at him as my newest tormentor! Oh my! When I look back at myself, I was a hot mess, one who was begging for the medicine to extinguish my pain, while often spitting out spoonfuls of Help. Or maybe I was an infant, however it's described, the good news is the I-am-doing-this-to-myself-medicine has taken a hold of me. Change is in the error.

Writings
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Music

Poems