March 17, 2018, by Bob Jackiewicz
I’ve read suggestions about recording insights, inspirations, epiphanies, or “aha” moments so they aren’t forgotten and can be referenced.
The information contained therein may be linked to past-life experiences helping to establish a thread of remembrance.
Perhaps they’re “light codes” buried in the energetic body’s memory that will aid in the ascension process.
Or, these telepathic messages could simply be guidance.
For a very long time I resisted journaling despite impulses which were nothing short of strong and repetitious directives.
I don’t know where the resistance was coming from but fear had to be in the mix of it.
If it’s not love, it’s fear.
The first journal entry surrendering to those pesky prompts to express took place a few years ago and follows:
“‘Ok, I’ll do it’, I heard myself say aloud, stiffly. I’ll start writing!”
The initial journal entry continues:
“…The trouble is there’s no one who really understands what I’m trying to say, myself included. So, now I’ll just start talking to me. It’s just that I’m tired of trying to tell others something when I’m really using them to hear myself. I don’t even know for sure what it is I’m trying to say.
“Finally…I think I might have an audience. The time has come for me to start a relationship with me because nobody else seems to get me and it’s time I try to get myself.”
The source of the pestering was unknown to me and remains so.
But, since I’ve been journaling I sense I’ve been developing a relationship with my higher self, guides, the angelic realm or other energetic constituents. Not sure how to identify.
I just try to be present and listen.
However, since I’ve dropped the resistance and completely opened up to these two way transmissions I’ve come to enjoy a feeling of expansion. Not only do I listen but I respond, as well.
Opening up to the inner world of the I Am just feels good.
It holds the form of childhood fantasy.
Happily listening to those inner nudges and acting on them instead of external egoic demands brings a sense of companionship. [Remember the days of invisible companionship?]
Journaling offers a previously unknown domain of communication that anchors purpose and focus.
Qualities comparable to a meditative state begin to present like trust, creativity, balance, confidence, asylum, and assurance when the door to the recesses of the heart are opened and the imagination is invited.
Eventually, ease of dialogue develops and an unfailing bond of communion sets.
There is a caveat, though. It requires heart-focus.
It necessitates staying in an open minded, child-like imaginative province allowing spontaneous intuitive conversation to take place.
Rumi asks: “And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?”
For me, the journey has begun.