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Hear Me Roar
This month, I’d like to write about what you stand for and your principles. Assuming you all have good hearts, you have already learned how to put good out into the world. You do it in your own way, in your family, at work, and with your friends. You’ve already learned that cutting others down to the size you want them to be is not good behavior. If you live a life like I used to, which was insulated and with not that many people in it, it was easy enough to do.
But I had what I thought was somebody challenging me this week.
I write about the WooWoo here in this column and how much
closer it is than a person might think. What I want to do is to open
people’s eyes to some fun stuff that doesn’t cost a cent. It involves
their relationship with Spirit, with God, and with ideas that can
sometimes knock against the bedrock of how they were raised.
It’s what I do.
I had the same bedrock. I was lucky, though, in that my
parents didn’t much care what I was doing just so long as I didn’t get
in trouble and there were no complaints against me. Hey, I know how to
keep my head down. I did it for much of my life. So, though I might
complain that I was almost invisible in my family, which led to adult
feelings of abandonment I had to sort through, I was also allowed to be a
junior psychic explorer with nobody the wiser.
I am writing this piece for the March issue of Pencil Stubs.
The day is February 12, 2026. That day is significant because it was the
day 33 years ago when I broke through and began channeling. The journey
for me was long. I knew what I wanted, but somehow, I always fell
short. I didn’t know in those days that every step you take toward a
goal means there will be a bit of slippage on the trail. Failures are
not actually failures; they are merely steps in the right direction.
Also, you could say, why take a journey if you aren’t going to enjoy the
view along the way?
Determination appeared in my rear-view mirror to be a most valuable trait for getting things done.
Anyway, it happened, and I’ve lived my life with it ever
since. The thing is that although my principles never changed, what I
talked about did. Before it was “what if?” Now, it is still “what if?”
knowing that the what-if part of the journey, of my journey, and of your
journey can be rich beyond words.
Your principles will not change. What will change when you
become that junior psychic explorer, no matter how old you are, is your
worldview. You will see the differences between people disappear. You
will see how much alike you are to folks who live a million miles away.
You will see the border between countries and between Heaven and Earth
fade, and what happens to you after you die is an exciting thing to
consider.
Getting there challenges all the ideas you have held your
whole life. You will batter down the dangerous ideas of tempting fate.
You will learn that you are in control of your life.
So, I’m not saying all of that is instant knowledge. I’m just
saying it came with my journey. I’ve had 33 years to think about it.
I’m pretty sure it would come with your journey.
The best part about it for me is that I am not afraid. Much,
anyway. But it was interesting that in the past week or so, where I
write at Medium.com, a gentleman began leaving comments about something
WooWoo I’d written. He sounded like some of the members of my own family
warning me of the dangers of psychic involvement with Spirit. It’s
dangerous, he said. He said he’d heard reports of haunted houses. Once a
demon gets hold of you, you are toast, sort of thing.
I was polite. I answered his concerns, though he wasn’t
looking like he was going to be swayed from his beliefs. I couldn’t
change what I write about because to me it is the truth. I don’t lie. I
don’t fabricate my experiences with psychic things that don’t actually
happen to me. Granted, I’m only one person, but at 70 years old, I feel
like I’ve had quite an adventure. I learned a lot about myself and other
people through it all. Lovely stuff. Stuff not to be afraid of. Things
that encourage people to dream and to dream big. I’ve also learned a lot
about Spirit. Stuff that I’d been brought up not to think about. Stuff
that I now know to be true.
So, we went back and forth a few times during the week. I
tend to answer questions when people ask them. The answers are involved
and touch upon things they hadn’t actually asked about, but that, to me,
are natural extensions of the story.
This morning, I became concerned about how he was pushing at
me. I was almost having to defend myself that what I had experienced was
real and true. I wondered what I should do about this gentleman.
In my email this morning, there was a gracious response from
him. He said the way he used to think was an old way. He said he
realized that now. He enjoyed what I was writing and asked me to
continue writing. Then, he said he realized that what I wrote about was
learned from hard experience. I couldn’t have asked for better.
So, it was a lesson to remind me again that the life path I
had chosen was important. I continue to spread good. I don’t dwell on
the horror or terror, though I can see where it arises in those psychic
adventures if you pay too much attention to the warnings of people who
don’t want you to step outside of the lines of proper and acceptable
behavior. I also learned that where there is fear, there can also be a
disturbance in the force. It’s like if you look for fear, it will be
there. Consequently, if you look for love, it too will be there.
You know where I think some of this began? When I was a
teenager, I heard Helen Reddy sing, “I am Woman. Hear me Roar.” I might
not have known what that was going to be about, but it started me on a
path that would take me much of my life.
Do you have a dream? Go after it. Thanks for reading. I’ll see you next month.
Pauline Evanosky
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