Today, following a half-hour meditation, I find myself once again confronted by the persistence of certain people in my mind’s eye. Whether I want to dwell on their memory or not, they appear, my father in particular this time around. I’ve noticed that moments of intense thoughts or feelings about him often seem to coincide with a call or some contact. The same pattern shows up with others, like Cassidy Spohn, her or an associate of hers touring my website at the very least. It makes me wonder: is this some sort of internal alarm system, signaling that an interaction with these people is imminent or, at the very least, a strong possibility?
I’m starting to believe that could be the case. However, I realize the only way to know for sure is to do a better job of keeping track of these patterns. My record keeping so far has been inconsistent, and I know I need to improve if I want to gain clarity about these experiences.
This kind of uncertainty about how my gift works sometimes leads me to question whether releasing my journal online might be a good idea. The general consensus would probably be “no.” But, considering the recent behavior of the masses, including some of my own family, maybe it’s time to stop worrying about what others think. Perhaps doing what most people would consider unthinkable is exactly what I need to do.
In fact, there are several well-known benefits to journaling online. Sharing personal reflections in a public space can foster a sense of connection and community, as others who resonate with similar experiences may find comfort or inspiration in my words. Online journaling also offers the opportunity to receive feedback and support from a broader audience, potentially creating meaningful dialogue and personal growth. Furthermore, the act of writing for an audience often encourages greater self-reflection and clarity; knowing that others might read my entries compels me to organize my thoughts and feelings in ways that are more coherent and insightful. Over time, this process can deepen my understanding of myself and my journey.
People rarely hesitate to share their opinions with me, yet when I speak, I often go unheard. So it’s clear to me: if I truly want my voice to be recognized, I’ll just have to write. Maybe someone out there will actually pay attention, and perhaps, by sharing openly online, I’ll not only be heard but also connect with others walking similar paths.
