Silent Voices of the Soul: The Backstory (part 2)

Time was the operative word here. I wasn’t confident at first. I didn’t trust the messages that were somehow appearing in the notebook I was holding in my lap. My pen was moving across the paper so fast that I could barely read the writing. Words were magically appearing in front of me. Deeply meaningful phrases and sentences and paragraphs were being written, but it didn’t feel like I was writing them.

Over the years I had written poetry and a few short stories. But this wasn’t that kind of writing. I have a certain style; clearly, this one wasn’t mine.The notebook I was holding held definitions of things I had never heard of before: energy and intention, transition, transformation and truth…. It was as if I had hired a private tutor to teach me spiritual awareness.

There were some unspoken rules; I learned how to channel the hard way. I wasn’t allowed to think. I wasn’t allowed to analyze. I wasn’t allowed to ask any questions– to try to figure anything out while the channeling session was in progress. If I did, there were immediate repercussions. The information stopped flowing. The silent voice stopped speaking. And then I would have to wait until my mind was quiet enough to resume the silent conversation Spirit had started. My mind was anything but quiet then. Sometimes it took days before I was receptive again.

Channeling gradually became a part of my morning routine. I poured myself some coffee, propped a notebook in my lap, grabbed something to write with and waited for Spirit to find me. There was a warming up exercise to get me in the mood. I wrote in my journal. I wrote about my life in my own voice–whatever was happening at the time. I wrote about my hopes and fears, my desires and dreams. I wrote about getting my driver’s license at age 35 and having my second child when I was 40. I wrote about all the old friends that were leaving my life and the new ones that had taken their place. I wrote and wrote and wrote…and then Spirit wrote back to me.

I had no idea that I was writing the book Spirit had spoken of. But I was grateful to be writing again, and more than grateful to write down every word that was being whispered to me. I knew something significant was taking place, that my guides were guiding my hand and that the information I was receiving was important. As chills traveled through my body, I knew I was learning about truth…to be continued.

Silent Voices of the Soul: The Backstory

Twelve years ago I was sitting at my computer in silence, staring at a blank screen. I hadn’t written anything in years, not since college. But something was telling me to write, and I knew I needed to do as I was told. I recognized the voice that was speaking to me. It was the voice I heard while I was doing my psychic work–the energy that provided me with information about other people’s lives. But this time was different. This time that voice was not only speaking to me, it was also speaking about me.

“You’re going to write a book and we are going to help you,” the silent voice said. At first, I laughed. I had no idea what they were talking about. I thought they had made a mistake. Then there was a very long pause. They said nothing. It was silent, and in the silence I realized they were not joking.

Had I asked my guides to help me write a book? I didn’t have any recollection of it if I had. On and off over the years I had been keeping journals. But lately it had been more off than on. I missed writing. I knew it was something that fed my soul. But at the same time, I couldn’t bring myself to pick up a pen. I was too tired and depressed to write, too afraid of what would come out of my pen if I tried. I can say that now. At the time I didn’t know how sad I was. I was too busy feeling other peoples emotions to feel my own.

I was a psychic, then. I spent my time tuning into other people’s energies, picking up their vibrations, telling them all about their lives–what had happened to them yesterday, what was happening now, and what was going to happen tomorrow. I thought I liked what I was doing. But the truth was, I was lying to myself and didn’t even know it. Deep down I knew I needed to give people more than what I was giving them. I needed to do more for them than what I was doing. My work made me feel empty; something was missing and Spirit knew it.

The silent voice startled me. I was holding my coffee mug in my hands when it fell to the floor. That’s how startled I was. The whisper intrigued me. Yet at the same time, it scared the hell out of me. How could I write a book? What would it be about? How, exactly, were they planning to help me?

“Thanks for the offer,” I said. “I really, really appreciate it. But I don’t think I’m the person you are looking for. And there are some things you need to know about me before we continue this conversation. For instance, I am a terrible procrastinator. My follow through skills are worse, and I am really, really, really hard on myself.”

“Perfect, ” they said.

That was the conversation. After the one word reply, I heard nothing in my head. At the time I was annoyed because I had so many questions. But Spirit in its infinite wisdom knew me. My higher self understood me to my core. “Perfect” was the perfect answer.

I wasn’t kidding when I told my guides I thought they had made a mistake. At the time, I thought it was the truth. I didn’t know how to write a book. I didn’t have anything to write about. I didn’t have time. I didn’t have patience. I didn’t have energy…. My list of excuses was long and wide. It went on and on and on… Fear consumed me; Spirit couldn’t have reached me if it tried. In order for that to happen, I needed to listen to my heart. I needed some time to get out of my head.

I’m not sure how much time passed before I bought a notebook, probably a month or more. One day I was shopping and put one in my cart. A few days later I started writing again. But this time, the writing was different. The words that came out of my pen had a different rhythm and cadence. I knew were not my own. This voice was very different than my voice. Words were coming through me, but it was clear that they were not coming from me. A spiritually intelligent energy had taken over and was writing about truths I didn’t yet understand. Something inside me told me to keep writing, so I did. And as much as I wanted to know what the words meant, I knew I needed to be patient. I knew I would know in time…to be continued.

Silent Voices of the Soul: The Backstory

May 09 2009
Silent Voices of the Soul: The Backstory

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Twelve years ago I was sitting at my computer in silence, staring at a blank screen. I hadn’t written anything in years, not since college. But something was telling me to write, and I knew I needed to do as I was told. I recognized the voice that was speaking to me. It was the voice I heard while I was doing my psychic work–the energy that provided me with information about other people’s lives. But this time was different. This was the first time that voice had ever talked to me about me.

“You’re going to write a book and we are going to help you,” the silent voice said. At first, I laughed. I had no idea what they were talking about. I thought they had made a mistake. Then there was a very long pause. They said nothing. It was silent, and in the silence I realized they were not joking.

Had I asked my guides to help me write a book? I didn’t have any recollection of it if I had. On and off over the years I had been keeping journals. But lately it had been more off than on. I missed writing. I knew it was something that fed my soul. But at the same time, I couldn’t bring myself to pick up a pen. I was too tired and depressed to write, too afraid of what would come out of my pen if I tried. I can say that now. At the time I didn’t know how sad I was. I was too busy feeling other peoples emotions to feel my own.

I was a psychic, then. I spent my time tuning into other people’s energies, picking up their vibrations, telling them all about their lives–what had happened to them yesterday, what was happening now, and what was going to happen tomorrow. I thought I liked what I was doing. But the truth was, I was lying to myself and didn’t even know it. Deep down I knew I needed to give people more than what I was giving them. I needed to do more for them than what I was doing. My work made me feel empty; something was missing and Spirit knew it.

The silent voice startled me. I was holding my coffee mug in my hands when it fell to the floor. That’s how startled I was. The whisper intrigued me. Yet at the same time, it scared the hell out of me. How could I write a book? What would it be about? How, exactly, were they planning to help me?

“Thanks for the offer,” I said. “I really, really appreciate it. But I don’t think I’m the person you are looking for. And there are some things you need to know about me before we continue this conversation. For instance, I am a terrible procrastinator. My follow through skills are worse, and I am really, really, really hard on myself.”

“Perfect, ” they said.

That was the conversation. After the one word reply, I heard nothing in my head. At the time I was annoyed because I had so many questions. But Spirit in its infinite wisdom knew me. My higher self understood me to my core. “Perfect” was the perfect answer.

I wasn’t kidding when I told my guides I thought they had made a mistake. At the time, I thought it was the truth. I didn’t know how to write a book. I didn’t have anything to write about. I didn’t have time. I didn’t have patience. I didn’t have energy…. My list of excuses was long and wide. It went on and on and on… Fear consumed me; Spirit couldn’t have reached if it tried. In order for that to happen, I needed to listen to my heart. I needed some time to get out of my head.

I’m not sure how much time passed before I bought a notebook, probably a month or more. One day I was shopping and put one in my cart. A few days later I started writing again. But this time, the writing was different. The words that came out of my pen had a different rhythm and cadence. I knew were not my own. This voice was very different than my voice. Words were coming through me, but it was clear that they were not coming from me. A spiritually intelligent energy had taken over and was writing about truths I didn’t yet understand. Something inside me told me to keep writing, so I did. And as much as I wanted to know what the words meant, I knew I needed to be patient. I knew I would know in time…to be continued.

About the Silent Voices...

As a spiritual healer, I feel a responsibility to share the things Spirit whispers to me– lessons I have spent my lifetime learning, life-changing things I believe to the depths of my being. Every day there is a new insight, a fresh way at looking at an old truth. And every day, I am blown away when it finds me. Every day, I am awed by the messages I receive.

I have a routine every morning. I grab a cup of coffee, a handful of paper from one of my old manuscripts, and a pen. Then, I just write. I write about my life from my heart, all the things that are happening to me and around me. I write about the dreams I had the night before. I write and write and write. And then something magical happens, the writing changes. Suddenly, spiritual messages stand out on the page. The words on paper have more than one meaning. Sometimes, they are layered with different meanings. Spirit shines a light on the truth in ways I was not aware of before, and chills race through my entire body as if I had just heard my favorite song.

This is something that happens every day, sometimes many times a day. And every time it happens it feels like I am experiencing it for the first time. It is a sacred and mindblowing event, yet at the same time it is completely effortless.

So what happens, you ask? How do I make the shift from being the writer to the one who just writes down the words that are whispered to her? It happens in between the writing, when I lift my pen from the page for a second. It happens unexpectedly. The me who is holding the pen hands it over to the all knowing energy who knows better. And suddenly the words come. They flow from my heart to my head and out of the pen I am holding. Do I hear a voice? Tough question. There is a voice, but do I actually hear it? No. The voice is silent. Somehow ideas and insights find me and I am able to turn them into words. It is as if someone is reading a book to me, like I am a secretary taking dictation.

Then, the miracle happens. The message comes. A word stands out above all the rest. A phrase gets turned in a different direction. A truth is revealed.

I want you to know that I feel very blessed to have this blog–this wonderful sharing place. Thank you so much for visiting. Thank you so much for listening! xxxooo Robin

The Intention to LOVE

Intention is a powerful thing, a living breathing thing that holds energy. Whatever we send out comes back to us. Whatever energy we are holding finds us everywhere. We must make the conscious decision to be the energy of limitless possibilities. We must love ourselves, so we have enough energy to share with the world.

It is only when we love ourselves that the healing can begin. It is only when we love ourselves that we have the ability to send positive healing energy into the universe.It is through the act of loving that we transform the world.

While we love, we are sending peace, not just to our own soul, but to every soul who has asked to receive it. While we are in love, we are sending acceptance and patience and hope and Good into the universe. While we are smiling, we are loving. While we are thinking good thoughts, we are making the energy of love–we are strengthening our vibration. We are expanding it by becoming lighter and brighter–the energy of all that is.

When we are imbalanced, we need to right ourselves. We need to think thoughts that will lift us back into the light. We need to do Good things for our souls. We need to feed them Good, so we are spiritually equipped to give Good to the world. When we are imbalanced, we need to love ourselves. We need to send love to every single cell of spiritmindbody–hugs and kisses to body, mind and soul.

This is the time to STOP- to STOP being frustrated, STOP being mad, STOP being the energy that is the opposite of truth. This is the time to BREATHE–to reintroduce Spirit to all of who we are–to remind ourselves to remember that Spirit is always HERE in our every breath. Every breath we take is who we really are.

This is the time to be grateful. We must shift the focus from what we do not have to all the gifts we have always owned–the gifts that live deep within us.

Love is the light of truth. When we love, the light is not only on, but it is also shining. It is shining and it is healing the things within our souls and throughout our lives. Love is not something we can touch, until we allow it to touch us–until we allow it into our hearts and our lives and let it touch our thoughts and our actions, our desires and our dreams.

It does not cost anything to love. Love is not a luxury. It is the energy we all hold–the energy from which all good things are made. Do we always feel like loving? No. Sometimes we allow frustration and anger and resentment to get the best of us. Sometimes we stand in our own way; we block the light of the sun. But when we stand in the dark, we are not in the process of loving; we are in the process of diminishing our own creative power. When we are not in the process of loving, we are holding the dimmer switch in our hands and turning it in the wrong direction. We are darkening our world-casting a shadow on truth.

This is the time to be grateful for ourselves and each other. This is the time to see the truth in ourselves and to see the world as our reflection. This is the time to look into the mirror and say, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Breathe, Breathe, Breathe...

What is fear? Fear is an illusion. It is the “reality” we create when we forget who we really are. Fear finds us when we forget to turn on the light–when we try to find our way in the dark. It is a very convincing illusion. Sometimes we forget it isn’t real. Sometimes we believe the darkness;we think we know the truth because we have rationalized and analyzed our way to the answer. But then the frustration builds and our dark thoughts multiply. Our mood shifts, adrenaline rushes though our body, and we react in that fight/ flight way. We become one with the energy of All That Isn’t.


Why do we go to that dark creepy place? Why do we choose the hazardous road when we know better? We do not do it consciously. We go there because we forget we have another choice–a better option. In that moment fear(frustration, doubt, anxiety, resentment, anger, guilt, regret…) tricks us into believing that The Path of Most Resistance is the only route that is available to us. So we continue walking while our thoughts race in the wrong direction. Then, our physical self follows. Our head starts to hurt because there are too many heavy things on our mind. Our heart begins to pound because Spirit is shouting at us to turn around and walk in the opposite direction–because we are not listening.


How can we get back to peace when we are walking in fear? How do we get out of our head and stay in our heart? There are many ways to do it, but it all comes down to one thing. We make an immediate decision to stop walking down the imaginary road negativity has created. We remember that fear is nothing. We remind ourselves that if fear is nothing, there is nothing to fear. We let go of the darkness, let in the light and allow Spirit to guide us to Truth.


Where do we begin? We stop the process of fearing and start the process of loving. We take slow, deep breaths and send peace to our mind; we set the intention to think positive thoughts. Then we take some more slow, deep breaths. We send peace to our body. We stop moving. We stay still. We continue breathing. We breathe peace into our soul. We say “I love you” to Spirit, knowing that we are being loved in return.


We keep breathing. We remind ourselves that we can’t go there, because we don’t live there anymore. We live here, now. We embrace ourselves in love; we breathe in the light of truth. We whisper to ourselves,”shhhhhhh, fear is nothing, there is nothing to fear,” while the fear disintegrates into nothing.

How do we start the healing? Where do we begin?

The healing process has already begun. We are facing the truth, and in doing so the illusion is disintegrating into nothing, presenting us with the opportunity to create a new reality. Every illusion is created out of fear- the fear of being “not enough.” In the energy of “not enough”, there is never enough. When we live in a constant state of lack, we turn our backs on abundance.


Whatever energy we hold is the energy we attract. We are an energy magnet. If we live in lack, lack is what we attract. If we live in fear, we create more things to be afraid of. In order to change things for the positive, we need to view them from the position of Spirit. We need to ask ourselves some questions, knowing our soul will give us the answers as soon as we are ready to know the truth: How can I bring light into my soul? How can I bring light into my life? What do I need to do in order to heal myself?


The first thing we need to do is BREATHE. We need to remember that Spirit is HERE. We need to slow down and make ourselves quiet, so we can hear Spirit speak the truth. The next thing we need to do is BREATHE. We need to allow whatever is happening to happen. Without fear, we have to trust the process, knowing and believing that ultimately it will guide us to good. Kicking and screaming about the changes we must make, only make things worse. We have to be strong enough to bypass the details and trust the invisible plan that Spirit has created for us. We must look at the big picture- the picture we are all in the process of creating TOGETHER.


We are letting go of all the old things that no longer serve us. Personally and as a world, we are letting go of lack-we are letting go of the fear of not being enough and not having enough, in order to make room for abundance.


How do we do this? Where do we begin? We heal the fear by loving ourselves more. We heal “not enough” by making more of ourselves, so we can be more to each other.The more love we are, the more light we have. The more light we have, the more love we have to give to the world.


There is music all around us. In fear, it sounds like loud noise. But, when we get quiet, when we stop thinking and start knowing, we will be able to hear the melody. We will sing our songs together in harmony and the music will heal our souls. We need to be quiet. We need to turn off the TV and put down the newspaper. We need to stop listening to the stock reports and tune into our heart. The whisper is everywhere. Spirit is in the process of guiding us to Good.


Healing doesn’t happen over night. We have to be patient, believing it will happen in time. These are old patterns we are scrubbing away, set in stains that are challenging to remove because they were ignored for so long. But we can do it. We will do it. We are making it happen TOGETHER.