As I finish up my next book Mind Over Medicine: Scientific Proof You Can Heal Yourself, I've been asking all my bestselling authors to share their secrets to how their books got on the New York Times bestseller list. They all told me the same thing.
"I just let God write it."
As it turns out, God has more ins with the people at the New York Times than Oprah.
But how does that work? How do you let God write your book for you?
It was with this question in my mind that I opened the latest newsletter from the peeps at the Institute of Noetic Sciences (IONS). Now I adore the people at IONS. They’re my quirky, eccentric, alternative, unapologetically “woo woo” crowd. When I went to their Christmas party, many of them had just watched my TEDx talk, which inspired lively conversations between me and a whole host of energy healers, psychics, consciousness teachers, and people who study paranormal phenomenon (definitely not boring cocktail party conversation!)
So when I saw the question “What would you do with a book written by “God?” show up on their discussion forum, I dropped everything to read what other people had to say.
A few years ago, if you had told me that some people believe they channel God when they write, I’d have rolled my eyeballs at you.
Yeah, sure. They channel God. And then they go eat their macrobiotic diet, get jiggy in a sweat lodge, and start talking to dead people. Right?
I know actual humans wrote the Bible and many other sacred texts believed to be channeled from God. But that was back then, you know, back when God was parting Red Seas and turning water into wine. Surely, nobody I know is getting downloads from a divine Source, at least not these days, right?
At least that’s what I would have said a few years ago.
Now I feel differently - because it has happened to me.
I have a confession to make. Yes, I channel God.
Even writing that makes me want to jump back with my delete button and make it go away. (No, God didn’t just write that last sentence. That was me, Lissa.)
I mean who am I to say I channel God? Little ol’ me, with all my quirky eccentricities and screwed up bits and sometimes wobbly sense of self?
But it happens - more and more these days.
It hasn’t always been this way. My ego used to be the one who showed up at the computer. My fingers reflected the egos musings and the complex meanderings of my own mind. I had to think about the words. I looked things up in the thesaurus. I got attached to sentences and tried to make things sound pretty.
Sometimes I still do that.
But a strange phenomenon happened when I decided to offer The Daily Flame (the messages from your Inner Pilot Light that go out Monday-Friday. You can sign up here if you have no clue what I’m talking about).
The first time I wrote a week’s worth of Daily Flames, I wrote down what I knew I needed to hear from my own Inner Pilot Light. They were, essentially, letters to myself.
But after a few weeks of writing letters from the 100% radiant, totally sparkly, completely authentic, divine part of myself to the wobbly, scared, insecure, unworthy-feeling part of myself, I ran out of things to say.
That’s when I said a prayer. I closed my eyes and I prayed that whatever the people in my community needed to hear from their own Inner Pilot Lights would come through my fingers and show up in daily emails. I asked God to use me. I promised to get my own ego out of the way and take dictation from Someone wise and all-knowing who could tap into the collective consciousness and speak the Truth.
And something freaky happened.
I’m a damn fast typist (thank you Mrs. Carpenter from 11th grade!) But after that prayer, the words came so fast, my fingers couldn’t keep up. I sat for five hours straight and wrote and wrote and wrote.
When the download petered out, I looked around to see if anyone was watching me. Did anyone see what just happened? Had I grown three feet? Was there a burning bush near me? Had the sky turned purple?
But it was just me, my dog, my MacBook, and a scented candle that had almost burned out.
I had no idea what I had just written. Seriously. It’s like I had been sleep-walking, and then I woke up and someone told me I had just run a marathon.
The five hours of writing felt easy (not that I really “remembered” it.) There was no efforting. No pushing. No looking things up in the thesaurus. No wondering what to say next.
But the afterwards part - well, I pretty much wigged out. I had a total meltdown. I felt like I was crawling out of my skin. I literally sat and rocked myself for about an hour with my eyes closed.
Was I delusional? Did I officially lose it? Had I crossed over into psycho-land?
Or had a miracle just happened?
When I read what I had written, my ego was all, “Damn, girl. Aren’t you the shit?”
It was brilliant. Inspired. And according to the people who read those Daily Flames in their inbox, exactly what they needed to hear that day. One woman wrote this:
Dear Inner Pilot Light,
I was going to kill myself today. And then you said the only thing that would have kept me from following through on my plan. Thank you for saving my life.
What? Now I’m a lifesaver? My ego jumped up and down. “Aren’t we all that? We just saved a life today!”
But my own Inner Pilot Light smacked down my ego with a big phat stick and said, “Dude, that SO wasn’t you. Get over yourself.”
If it wasn’t me, who was it? Who wrote those words? How did this happen? Was it really a miracle? Would it ever happen again?
I didn’t know. I didn’t want to know. Instead, I chose to drink half a bottle of wine and numb it out. It was too big. Too scary. Too much responsibility. Too much… something.
I felt completely overwhelmed.
I mean, who am I to channel God?
And yet, who am I not to?
Who are YOU not to?
If we are all divine manifestations of God, don’t we all have this power? Can’t we all be channels for Divine love in the world if we clear our egos out of the way and let ourselves be used for the highest good?
Yes, I believe we can.
Since that first experience, this channeling thing has happened more and more. At first, I freaked out each time it happened - not during, but after. I had all this resistance. Part of me was like “Cool! Let’s do that again!” But another big, strong part of me was all “Why me? Find someone else! I don’t want this job! It’s too much responsibility. Go channel through somebody more worthy.”
I haven’t blogged about this because it’s been too intense, too raw, too tender. But after learning and embodying that it’s safe to shine my light, I got the email from IONS about what you would do if a book was written by God, and I decided it was a sign.
I know I’m not the only one who has had this experience. And now that the resistance is easing, I felt called to come out and share this with all of you, knowing that I - like you - am safe here.
I’ll be writing more about how I’m learning how to invite this gift in, to welcome it, to choose to be a clear channel so the divine can work through me, to release the resistance, to resist the urge to numb it, and to be at peace with what is.
As I’m writing my book Mind Over Medicine, as I write blog posts and Daily Flames, as I get up on stage like I did at my TEDx talk, as I hold space for those doing the Pink & Green Detox cleanse, and as I go about my day, my daily prayers are “Abide in me” and “Make me a vessel.”
I’ve sent my ego to time out. It’s not about me. I don’t get to claim credit for channeling God. I’m not special - we all can do this if we choose to be the clear channel. I’m proud of myself for showing up in front of the computer or on stage or wherever - that part is my choice. It’s also my choice to release the resistance, be willing to shine my light, let God be in me, and know that I AM worthy (so are you.)
But what happens when God uses me - the sometimes genius work that comes through - that part isn’t me at all, at least it doesn’t belong to my ego.
Has this ever happened to you? Did you ever write something/ compose something/ paint something/ give a lecture/ do something that felt like it was coming through you without it being from you?
Tell us your story. Come out with me. I promise it’s safe.
Being a vessel,
Lissa Rankin, MD: Founder of OwningPink.com, Pink Medicine Revolutionary, motivational speaker, and author of What’s Up Down There? Questions You’d Only Ask Your Gynecologist If She Was Your Best Friend and Encaustic Art: The Complete Guide To Creating Fine Art With Wax.
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