So, channeling is one of those things I never much believed in, having been trained to evaluate everything through the lens of science and critical thinking and common sense, and having never experienced it, which was always my number one criterion anyway, it was easy to reject.
Then the cosmic science guy came along, and while I’d heard quite a few folks say they’d channeled this thing or that, and some pretty recently even, they all had kind of a new age silliness about them that allowed me to reject it pretty readily as imaginary. CSG didn’t fit that descriptor, at all. He was really bright, and well educated, and as the meme content of our conversations grew, it became obvious that he had lots of rationally acquired knowledge in that head of his, and I respected it.
He didn’t claim to have channeled anything. He told me that I had.
And oddly enough, that explanation was as good as any I’d come up with myself for the very bizarre experience I’d had several years before. I’d always thought of it as a time jump (hey, that’s not any more irrational than CSG’s explanation), that I’d somehow jumped twenty or thirty years into the future and then back, but CSG said no, what had happened was that I’d channeled some little old lady’s energy off her old bread machine and experienced her thoughts and feelings.
It’s an explanation, like I said, about as good as what I’d come up with. Thing is, I liked both of those explanations better than what others had offered, which was that I’d imagined it.
But today, I read a piece by a friend about talking to trees, and listening to what they have to say in response. Thing is, I’ve talked to plants my whole life, trees, houseplants, I’ve even cursed the spurge I was pulling quite a lot, it’s not always been sweet talk.
The conversation got deep while I was doing research in the desert; I often spent pre-dawn to dusk in the desert, alone, working with the plants. Olneya saved my life. Larrea blew me away with how tough it was, with how well it managed in that hellish environment, its skill in pulling water up from apparently nowhere.
When pruning trees, I’ve always consulted the tree. The butchery I committed against the shrubs in the name of quantifying the damage done by such butchery was done for naught; the damage continues. My research does not, thank the gods.
But the guy who wrote the piece on talking to the trees suggested that perhaps what the trees tell us in response is imagined, not channeled. It’s one of those questions I’ve asked myself, far more than once, ever since the plants (et al.) started talking back. Ah, empiricism.
Of course, just after the piece on talking to plants, one by Daniel Pinchbeck rolled into the queue, which included an excerpt from his book 2012 about what he’d channeled from a Mayan spirit in the Amazon. And since my accidentally in the right place at the right time life took me down to a Mayan site in 2012 just before the end of the world and so much of that book that I read just a few months ago was so spot on with my experience down there, after I had it, hadn’t read it yet, and the experiences that have been part of the non-stop roller coaster ride of my life since that time, well, my empirical experience and Daniel’s descriptions of what he experienced and channeled and the things the CSG told me lead me to pretty much accept channeling as something that happens, particularly with folks who’ve opened up those doorways of perception, and since I’ve seen (not so much heard) and thought so much bizarre seemingly out of nowhere stuff in the past few years, stone cold sober for most of it, well, yes, I believe.
Really recently I had one of those experiences, not heard, no, I thought it, or felt it, but a thought, or a bunch of them, a knowing, not one thing, but like, a 10,000 word essay, one that was written as pure feeling, entered the pit, and the heart, so suddenly, and responsively, and in such a way as to bring incredible joy where grief and misery had just been sitting, even if not a joyous and easy response, the response was all I needed to find some peace.
Was it channeled? I don’t know. They guy who tells me that maybe it’s imagined, maybe our hearts already know the answer, well, his answer is reassuring, sweet, in a way. Pinchbeck is more of a bitch (I like bitches); he tells me that I’ve got my answer, I can listen to it or suffer the consequences. Both are saying the same thing, really.
Channel surfing is a lot like real surfing. Sometimes, one catches a wave and takes an incredible ride. Sometimes, a person gets body whomped on the shore. Methinks maybe it takes practice to get good at it. Believing in it is a great place to start.