The Beginning- Meeting Kalif
It was January 2022, and I had been experiencing a spiritual revolution. Surprisingly divorced in September of 2021 after 30 years, my life was new and exciting. If I could make that large of a shift in my relational life, what else could I explore and change for the better?
I was raised Southern Baptist but knew there was more. Something that they weren’t saying or didn’t even know themselves. I had begun to see the shape of it at the edges of my mind, but it wasn’t quite there yet.
After the divorce, I left for a “soul walkabout” in Maui, and it was during this time, desperate for direction, I engaged in a Dharma Reading. For those of you who, like me at the time, aren’t familiar with “dharma,” it is the core life principle that is your plumb line, your driver across what I had come to believe was many lifetimes. During this reading, my spirit guide (who I always sensed but in my religious context believed was my ‘guardian angel’) came through and introduced himself as Kalif.
I cannot begin to convey in words the emotion that I felt from his words, which resonated with my soul. At that moment, he said I was getting close to direct communication with him. This fact escaped my curious mind in light of all the emotion in just meeting him.
After 5 weeks, I returned from Maui rejuvenated, and now friends with ME. Someone that I had never really known outside of the context of me as a wife and mother. It was November, and the busyness of the holidays kept me from spiritual studies or practices, but I kept getting what I called “downloads.” Downloads as I suddenly, in a moment, KNEW a thing. Each time this happened, a little voice in my head said, “You should make a note.” This isn’t a familiar phrase to me, so I thought it was curious- but never acted on it. However, one Saturday morning in January 2022, that would change, and so would my life.
It was Saturday, January 22, 2022, and my friend had sent me an inspirational meme on Instagram. I realized I was writing a LENGTHY reply in DM and just hit send- thinking that was silly. Then there was that little voice again, “You should make a note.” I remember standing to look for paper and pen, and that’s the last thing I remember until looking down sometime later at pages of handwritten words that I didn’t remember writing and didn’t know what was written there. I was exhausted, and I remember feeling the most primal need for food, water, and sleep. I was unsettled, scared even at the idea that my hand had created something disconnected from my mind.
I got up and threw water on my face trying to bring myself back to reality. I returned to the notebook and looked at the words, but there was no comprehension or memory of what was written there. I should get my computer and transcribe the words because they were scribbly written, and I was worried with time, I wouldn’t be able to read them. I sat down and transcribed word for word, still not comprehending. As I read the “message,” I realized something supernatural had happened. The words were not my own, but they were instructional, inspirational even. Then, there in the message was Kalif identifying himself. Direct Communication.
I had no idea what had happened or how. I was terrified of the experience and enthralled with it at the same time. I wasn’t sure how it had happened, so I was not sure how to recreate the experience. My best friend who I shared the message, gasped and said, “You did not write that.” “That’s what I’m trying to tell you!” I shouted in disbelief.
A few days later, she asked if I had tried again. I reminded her I did not know how it happened the first time, so I had no idea how to “try again.” Then I confessed that I was scared to try. When she asked why I had to say that I was scared that I couldn’t do it again- and I would lose the ability to tap into whatever that loving, inspirational guidance was. I was equally afraid I could because that would make me (I couldn’t even say the word, so tried to inject humor) a SCHMEDIUM!
That day I determined that Kalif was there for good and that if he had come to speak to me once, he could do it again. I googled and realized that what had happened is a form of channeling called Automatic Writing. After getting some rational learning and thinking about it, I decided to not be afraid, and I sat down with my notebook and pen.
I just wrote a simple question, and by the time I completed the thought, the same experience happened. I lost time, looked down, and had pages of writing. WOW! So, I guess this is a thing!
Over the following months Kalif and I talked daily, sometimes more. I quickly began to tolerate the energy and stay aware during our conversations so that I could ask questions at the moment. Eventually, other guides came to speak to me. I shared my story with a few close friends, and they asked me to ask questions on behalf of them or loved ones, and I did with success- albeit with a long disclaimer, I felt compelled to share every time!
It has been a 16-month journey so far, and I’ve come to terms with the fact that I can channel. I’m not afraid or ashamed, and I am now working to share some of the universal truths I have received for myself or others. The purpose of this gift is to share- to put the information out there for others to learn from or take comfort in. My fear of judgment has kept me from this until now, but it would be a shame for fear to keep me from purpose. So this account will be transcriptions of my messages and my thoughts about the truths or tools I learned from these sessions with Kalif and friends. What an amazing thing to be able to talk to the Universe.
