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How I Became A Channel + Bonus Book Chapter

Here is the story of How I Came to Be… a Channel, Healer, Mystic, Guide, Writer, Poet, Soul Seeker, Spirit-Singer, Angel, Speaker, Teacher, Compassionate One, Lover, Mother, Heart-Centered Happy-Maker, Divine Helper, Light-Giver, Hope-Bringer, Peace -Maker, Beloved One, and Miraculous Daughter of God – just to name a few!

This is a milestone for me. Not only is it my birthday this week, but it is the beginning and the ending of something significant. I have been doing this blog on this website for 5 years now, and have just been working diligently on a big change, including a new online platform, and a new way of being and doing my work. Before I share that, I’d like to share how all this came to be. After 5 years, I’ve shared bits and pieces, here and there, and if you go digging I’m sure you’ll find them!

But I thought it would be good for me, and for those who are interested and drawn, for me to share more about this process of transformation that I have been through, and its miraculous results! – and it will be a wonderful celebration for me to see how far I’ve come before I start the new!

How on earth am I going to do this in one post? Or two? Perhaps that is why I started a book. For now, I will just write and see what comes…

When I was little, my favourite song to sing was “You are My Sunshine”, and as my mother sang it to me, I then sang it to my children (though I changed the last words to “forever and a day!…”), and even now I sing it because it makes me happy. To make happy is an extraordinary gift, and one I have. I can take the most dismal situation and turn it into pure gold, treasure beyond measure, the heart as pure as snow. Laughter abounds, hearts are mended, and truth is what sings to me as a result. That is a miracle. And that has always been my gift to the world.

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When I was ten or twelve, my mother would take me to other friends or relatives’ churches on occasion. We never committed to one, but I saw the impact that faith in something greater made. I felt the energy of spirit when people felt lifted. And I believed there was a Christ, or Jesus, but he didn’t live there in a building, however consecrated, he lived in me.  I always felt the emotion in my heart somewhere, that this was a special kind of love I could not find anywhere else. Yet it was always with me, everywhere I went, when I was alone, or with other people. The truth is, I was never alone.

I never became a religious person. I never saw myself that way. I saw myself as an independent thinker, a deep spiritual seeker, even at young age. I imagine (in my now imagination anyway!), I was quite a burgeoning philosopher, as in “philo-sophia” or “lover of wisdom”, and I loved my mother’s middle name, “Sophia” for that very reason, and so I gave that middle name to my daughter also.  There was something beautiful and mystical about it, about the unknown, or the “knowing that cannot be named”. Every name is just a symbol, a reminder of what lies behind it. There is always more!…

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When I was a teen I became quite an actress, an expresser of truths, a mystical writer and puzzler of sorts. I would love to confound my teachers with my deep musings, and indeed I did! I never knew what I was going to write before I wrote it, not for creative writing anyway. It was like some mystical force went through me, my high mind, my deepest truth, my most profound learnings that came from somewhere else, and would land on the page unapologetically and without explanation. I was not into explaining as I do now, as a teacher, I was more a student who did not have the knowledge of where those ideas came from. I just “channelled” them, though I did not call it that. If I look back, I now see the seeds were sown long ago, the pictures I drew of a woman with angel’s wings, a medieval looking saint with love-filled eyes… all of these echoes of some other reality I tapped into. Never did this ability suddenly come or go away. It was always a part of me, and still is to this day.

In my twenties I “lost my way”, yet I didn’t. After being tremendously creative, I spent a long time as a “normal” working girl. I secretly hid my deep writings and would steal time to print them off of the big mainframe computer printer at work! It was my way of survival – to keep my soul alive and singing while I attended to “other things”. Work and family were most important and kept me going, as a young wife and mother. My soul expressions would have to wait – at least a little while. It wouldn’t be till over a decade later that any of it would come to fruition.

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After 9/11, a corporate takeover and a subsequent maternity leave, I finally escaped the “work force”, and let myself live more. I danced, I sang, I wrote, I spent time in theatre and as a professional actress in tv/film. It was a whirlwind and I loved it – until I went through a series of losses, including a significant death, which led me to doing A Course in Miracles, which in itself is a channelled material from the higher realms.  This deepened my inner life, and caused me to question more and more.

Then the recession hit in 2008, and my own inner seeking became heightened and acute. The world was changing. Something bigger than me was going on.  I knew I was here for more than just myself, or my own enjoyment or achievement. As much as I loved it all, it was fleeting, as everything can be in this life. I needed to return to my deeper roots, to the little girl who just knew herself without apology, and the teen who dug deep down into the mysteries of things and found sustenance there.

This time, I was reaching higher, and wanted to find my liberation, my life’s purpose and the ultimate plan for my life. I felt a deep inner call that I needed to change, to give back, and I needed to do it now!

In 2009 I went on a spiritual quest in Southampton, New York, for a screenwriting course at SUNY university. I wrote about this in Meeting Your Soul Companions. This awakened that part of me that “just knew” there was something more for me to do. I had become a partial channel through doing A Course in Miracles, and would often have written dialogues with the divine. This relieved some of the anxiety I was feeling, and directed my steps for the years ahead. These communions with my higher self/guides/angels were my “go-to” place and although I have learned other ways of reaching the inner planes through hypnosis and direct channelling, I still just “talk to” my angels, Jesus and guides as if they were right there. They are my “imaginary friends”, the ones children are told do not exist. Well, mine are still there, moving in my life, alerting me to any dangers, and pointing the way forward.

After my awakening, I had some highs and lows not knowing what to do with myself, and it was on the cusp of my 40th birthday, and that inner call and necessary change I referred to earlier had become a “DO or DIE” within me. Instead of explaining what that was, I am going to do something I’ve never done. I’m going to give you right here a chapter out of my unpublished Book of Miracles memoir, on the journey to New Orleans six years ago, and what happened to kick start this whole process…

UNPUBLISHED CHAPTER: new-orleans-chapter-krista-moore-book-of-miracles

Read, enjoy, and I will be back to finish this miraculous story, which will be the last one for this website, as I prepare to meet the new!…

Stay tuned. 🙂

To be continued…

 

P.S. You know I couldn’t possibly tell you all, right? But I will give you moore miracles  than expected!

 

 

 

Just Love

 

Message for today, the first day of the Fall Equinox…

Channelled for those in need of encouragement today, and every day.

 

 

Just Love

Just Love

When all else fails

Just Love

When you have lost hope and cry tears of despair

Just Love

Yourself

And tune in to the vibration of love all around

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In nature

In the stream that runs beside you

The cool mist from the water

The sparkling water

The deep green leaves that shimmer up above

That turn to gold and amber

 

Just Love

When you are knee deep in angst or rage

Just find your stoney nook

Your deep dark place

And let the light restore you

Rock yourself to sleep

Like a little angel who needs holding

Feel the love all around you

Sparkling in the trees

Rock yourself to sleep

And awake

Restored and awake

Ready to give another day

Your little part in the play

 

Just Love

And all else will go away

And only good comes in its place

Just love until tomorrow

Which brings another day.

Amen

Trusting in the Universe

 This year’s ending becomes a letting go, as a new beginning, both ancient and never seen before, turns from experience to expression with God’s grace in tow.  God bless All and Happy New Year!

 

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The language of the universe speaks to me in short-hand,

Miracles flashing like mirrors in retrospect,

Springing up eternal –

Old friends become new again, and

New friends ancient and untold

Unwrap their secrets like fine candy wrapped in gold.

 

Seeds were planted along the way unbeknownst

And old bristling plants resilient to weather and storm

Broke and departed giving up the ghost

The earth seems hush in winter snow

Ice storm palaces in the trees unite

Sending their trickling dance of delight

Sparkling rich with stories of warm nights

And cold ones causing neighbours to reunite.

 

Lessons once planned in diligence are cancelled

As eternal students dance like spring in the streets 

Only to meet new ones hiding in their beds at night

Stealing away their sleep

Passages seem warmer as if we have travelled this way before

Ancient palaces and imposing doors 

Protected by trembling keyholes hiding angel’s wings

Ancient roads and delirious streams

Turn from well worn paths to golden streets.

 

Arrogant plans laugh and dissipate like dreams

As devastation turns with outstretched arms to relief

What once was held sacred and absolute

Twists and turns like a rubber band

Around a child’s fingers

Instantly abandoned for more gainly pursuits.

 

At some point we turn and ask ourselves

What’s the use?

Planning and devising as if we knew God’s plan entire

Casting our eyes on easy nets

While ancient bands conspire

All in darkness

Or so it seems

As the void becomes well lit

With tiny blazing stars at night

And glorious dawns and sunsets.

 

Music enters my weary mind

And dances with me for a time

Resting in a universe of stars

Entering into the palace of who we are

Can I ever give up the task

Of trying to outwit the devil and God at last?

Will I ever begin to see

That the palace of the universe of stars is in me?

 

Trusting in the universe  

As ancient keys pass to the child in me

Rediscovering the magic of eternal grace

Fortune’s tune smiling on an ancient face

Troubled times fall like weeds beneath my feet

As an open heart abandons itself to golden streets

Red purple violet yellow green

All the colours dance inside of me

Red purple oceans of Serene

Colours as yet unnamed and unseen.

 

Knowledge like an ancient crown returns

As Wisdom dances empty-handed,

Holding the keys to the Universe.

 

 

I wish you all a very Happy New year as you find your keys of gold! 

 Amen.

 

 The Miracle is You

P.S. What did you let go of in 2013? And what if you could imagine would your golden keys open to in 2014?  Write to me below or in private here.  Thank you. And Love.

 

Prayer of the Mystic

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River Promise

 

Forgive yourself

For you are the river that takes the  bitter route

And finds the ocean swell around you like shoulders

Broadening and holding the most precious child.

 

Oh river, take me slowly at first

So that I do not get lost in tears of my own abiding

Show me how to wave my arms around rocks and groves

Silver and gold my underlings

Patterns softening and shaping the water

As old batteries are brushed aside

Promises of new year tides

 

Take me to the one promise I never told

Perfect and flowing 

Ever going

Into the mystic of God’s perfect Arms

Enfold.

 

 

The Miracle is You

 

Life Became an Editing Room – Part III

Have you ever felt that you had awakened into another way of being? Something so earth-changing that you were never the same again, and had to start your life anew?   Continued from Meeting Your Soul Companions – Part II  of my Spiritual Soul Journey series. 

 

Part III – Life Became an Editing Room

 After I returned from New York in 2009, life seemed to return to “normal” for a while, hectic and crazy at times, then lonely and confusing.  I missed my new friend and needed to learn there would be more soul companions along the way.  We were still connected even if not on the physical plane.  I was not alone here, and this was just the beginning.

There was no question, God showed up on that beach to give us new direction and transform us to a higher level.  I could feel the vibration coming off my body and became more sensitive to loud noises or emotional disruptions of any kind.  I wanted to spend more time in nature, and stay connected and in harmony with this new source of Spirit and well-being. I had a deep sense of calm, even through the many storms ahead.  It was as if something else was navigating and I just wanted to follow it and surrender my life completely…     

I could not shake the feeling that something big had just happened to me, something irreversible.  Like God had opened my eyes and I could finally see;  like I was carrying supernatural forces of Love within me.  I felt awakened, alive and renewed, with a total change of heart and mind. I no longer cared about the same things that used to bother me – like pleasing other people, winning auditions, or making lots of money.  My old ambitions seemed to have left me for a while.  I was suddenly enraptured with a deeper sense of love and understanding, courage and purpose, and connection to those committed to spiritual growth and the bigger picture of humanity. 

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In the meantime, I had to carry on with life as a wife and mother, even though I felt like a different person…  This did not make it easy on my family or friends who were used to me operating in ways I always had.  Though they were supportive in all the usual ways, I couldn’t explain the deeper longing I had for Spiritual connection and purpose.  It was like I was speaking a different language and could not translate what my heart most wanted.  Yet, I was suddenly willing to fight for things I believed in, and risk disapproval, even from those closest to me who couldn’t understand at the time.  It was disconcerting to say the least, but very empowering.

Over the next year my life became an editing room. I was being edited down to my finest, most crystalline form. Everything else was tertiary.  I began to distance myself from my old world of acting, and lost interest in following up on “leads”, which felt thin and meaningless to me. I began to change what I was “putting out there” on my website, expressing myself more creatively with my own independent words and ideas, rather than waiting for or depending on the needs and intentions of others.  I no longer wanted to be directed by outside influences, but instead by that Internal Force, or Voice for God.   

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Those inner urgings and promptings led me to begin channeling new writings, poetry (Song of the Beloved: A Mystical Journey), and creative ideas that seemed to drop from heaven above – ideas to teach spiritual workshops which kept me up at night planning!

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But my old thoughts kept interfering as I struggled with a new way of being…

How was I going to function in the old world I lived in, while all this was going on inside of me?  

What would happen to my old life if I began to move in this new direction?  

Where was God really leading me, and could I trust Him?…   

I experienced waves of fear and doubt as I began to face greater uncertainty about the future.  I was afraid my old world would come crashing down around me as this new butterfly within wanted to fly off in a million directions…  

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It would take another miracle to focus my attention on a task, set my feet firmly on my path and give me faith in my new direction….

 

To be continued…

Back to Part II

Back to Part I

We are Powerful Co-Creators

What are you connected to?  If you thought about it, you’d realize all the amazing connections you have. Not just business connections, but family connections, spiritual life-changing energy connections, old friends and new. Perhaps even old ones you know newly.  Fresh takes and literal heartbreaks.  

.And then… there’s YOU.  

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Your antenna rising, your thoughts and decisions melding and forming all that you say and do.  

The people you don’t know and the people you relate to 

All your dreams and visions come true

And many hesitations, missteps and failings, too.

And there is still, YOU.

Each of us carries this wild and amazing power to greet each day with unbeknownst intention and energy.  

There is a powerful co-creator in you!

Feel it?  The energy rising, the turn tiding, the riding of electric storms passing.  And then, there’s YOU.

All of it, on top of it, ever aware of it, the passing unfair of it, the amazing unfolding of it,

The “I can’t believe it but it’s TRUE!”  YOU.  

Seeing and feeling it, knowing and guiding it, landing and framing it for the Good of  All who see it, too!  

Can you ever get enough of it, why would you ever want to?

The rise and fall of it, on top of it all of it, so much I can’t stop it nor do I want to.  

I don’t have the answer to it, nor do I care to, but still must seek it and see if I want to.  

The come and the go of it, the yes and the no of it, the no I don’t want to and YES I DO!  

The MORE and the MORE of it, the hope and the show of it, the safe and the slow of it, the fast and the GO of it!  

Do you KNOW what you KNOW of it, the more that you SHOW of it, the more that you FLOW with it,  

the more that you GO with it?  

It never, ever ends, the saltry-slippery ends of it, the wishy-washy blend of it, the startling, heart-gripping friend of it.

It wants you to blend with it, write the sky and zen with it, the never-ending friend of it, the lucky, zip-zappity-end of it.

 

And that’s the Amen of it!

 

Amen. 🙂

 

 

Photo Credit: “Starlight” © Clarita | Dreamstime Stock Photos

 

 

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Krista Moore is a gifted writer, actress, speaker and healer, dedicated to transformation.  She is the creator of Evolutionary Woman workshops and circles, and the Miracle Network “Summer of Miracles” on this website.  She is also a certified Metaphysical Hypnotherapist and Spiritual Direction (intern).  She lives with her family in Toronto.

To book a private session or group talk, or to publish her book, Contact Us. 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Climb

Last night I had a dream, that I was readying myself for a trip in one scene, preparing my documents, determined to go.  In the next scene was a tall ladder attached to a very high slide in a park. 

I was moving toward the kids in the park, my dog dancing at my heels excitedly.  Once I approached the rails, there was no one left in front of me. It was quiet.  I climbed. The sky was perfectly blue and clear…  

I am re-publishing this blog post/poem, “The Climb”,  from my 2011’s “30 Days of Miracles”, in honour of my dream last night, and as entry point into this week’s theme: “Miracles Require Courage”.  

I hope you enjoy your mountainous climb…   

 

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1
 
 “Jump off the high dive, woman.”
She looks at him.
No.
Yes.
No.
“OK, have it your way.”
He picks her up and throws her in.
 
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“Jump off the high dive, damnit.”
“NO. I can’t.”
“Yes you can.”
“No, I won’t.”
“Yes you will if I have anything to do with it.”
She pauses.
He smiles.
She runs.
He chases her.
She jumps in.
 
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 “Go on, you can do it.”
“I know” she says and smiles.
But she doesn’t.
He pauses.
She looks at him.
“Why should I?” she asks.
“What are you waiting for?” he answers.
He waits.
She goes and climbs the first step.
 
4
 
“It’s cold up here.”
“So.”
“I’m hungry. I want to come down now.”
“No.”
“Why?” she asks again.
“Because you don’t want to.”
“OK.”
She goes one step further.
 
5
 
“It’s high up here.”
“I know.”
“What should I do now?”
“I can’t hear you…”
She contemplates.
Nobody is there.
She is all alone.
What do I do now?
Keep going.
She doesn’t go.
She tries to come back down,
But something keeps drawing her nearer.
 
6
 
She comes back down and rests.
She does other things to distract herself.
He doesn’t care.
He waits for her.
Then, when she is ready, she asks him again.
“What should I do now? Go again? Do you want me to?”
“Do you?”
“I do. Something is calling me nearer.”
“Then go if you want to. Do it.”
 
7
 
She goes again,
This time she is one step nearer.
Suddenly there is a crowd.
Only a few looking up at her.
She is doing something newer.
They are cheering for her.
This is fun again.
She climbs to the top and takes a peek at all there is to see.
She freaks and comes back down.
They pat her on the back, but she has a frown.
“What’s the matter?” they ask.
“I didn’t do it yet. I pretended to. I didn’t climb the whole way. I didn’t jump off.”
“So. You tried. That is enough.”
“NO. I want to go again.”
“Good. Then go.”
 
8
 
This time there is no one around.
She creeps out into the night.
She climbs the ladder fully and stands at the top.
She sings her song to the mountaintops and the trees.
She is free.
No one is listening
Or so she thinks.
In the morning there are people everywhere,
Crowding her for a time,
Congratulating her on her mountainous climb.
She is dumfounded.
 
“How did you know?”
 
“We could hear you.”

 

 

P.S. This time, after hovering between 6 and 7, I am nearing number 8. Where are you?

 

A Thousand Things

This poem was inspired by an afternoon of water, nature, and the relationship to all things, including Man.  By Krista Moore.

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Silent Song – or, A Thousand Things

Maybe I could fall in love with the light

That falls and sways more

readily than my moods

over the dark wicker sideboard.

 

Dancing in rainbows all around me

While I sit breathing and bare,

Wet.

 

The beauty astonishes me

My soul is mute.

 

 A thousands things run through,

Bright green scary ants

Wispy willows moving in all directions

Red yellow green orange

 

What is a mystic to do?

You can’t capture it
You become it.

 

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Whatever pleases me pleases you

But that is not true

 

So we touch the same water and

see different things

I lie down and you go under

Nobody knows what the other thinks

 

Change whirls and whizzes all around

We are fixated, but we are not

Our skeletons are sorry

even as our flesh is lazy and lies down.

 

Can we even drink the same wine?

Mine is a misty black

Yours a solid brown

 

I can’t lie down with you

I can only love you from this

Solid ground.

 

I see you cradled in my arms

You are not that fragile now

But you are

I know you are.

 

Am I a product of my imagination?

Or is my imagination where I belong?

 

My heart still pains for you

My body is getting smaller

My heart, bigger

 

I can breathe again

Even though I am not talking to you.

 

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Each leaf is praying for its release

And I am amazed at its existence.

 

The thunder is rippling one, two,

Three or four

No one knows where it is coming from

Or for whom.

 

Do you know all I want to do

Is talk to you?

 

I can accomplish nothing without

Your mouth, your ears

My song.

 

I don’t know what this will be

All I know is, I need to unfold

My wings.