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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.

Hey, I'm sexy AND I can save the planet

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, 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!

 

 

 

The Life of the Soul

A study of the soul, by Krista Moore. For those who are struggling on the path of awakening, and wondering why you don’t feel good, or if you are doing it “wrong”…  Hopefully this will give you comfort and faith for the journey.


 

I have never questioned the existence of a soul. One has only to spend a little bit of time with me while I am brooding on the meaning of it all to know the depths the soul can live. A scientific mind too has a soul – it simply finds its answers in the known universe, which even then, boggles it from understanding anything at all. But it is not just answers the soul seeks. It is experience. A feeling of fullness, wholeness, freedom from any questions.

 

The soul is the part of us that exists within and beyond the body. It cannot be contained, which is often why it causes us such misery in contemplating its deeper wants and existence. If our life, in comparison to the soul, is somewhat contained, and contrite, and deals in shallow, known waters; if it does not surface to explore the depths and chooses to remain hidden from us, we will feel as if there is a hole in our very being, a vacuous tent with no furnishings, no music, and no food to keep it from starving. This too is an exercise of the soul, to awaken us to something deeper. It may be painful, but it is a necessary step in showing us the difference between meaning, and a world without it.

 

What does the soul love more than anything else? To know itself. To extinguish the false, and to disappear into the blazing light of truth. It is a difficult master, and has no mercy on those who cling to childish things. There is no joy that does not come at the cost of giving up the meaningless. True joy is what the soul feels, when we are washed in its light, free to do its bidding, and share the gifts only spirit brings. True joy comes from union with God, its creator, Source of all things. When the soul is lit, it is capable of great joy, and wants only to share itself and experience all with great abundance and clarity. It is wise, expansive, jovial and alive. Not every soul experesses itself this way, but I believe, in its truest light, unguarded and unbounded, every soul is capable of this.

 

How does one, who has not yet had this feeling, come to experience the soul? If they have cried or lost anything, they have experienced an opening of the soul. The challenge is not to shut down the tiny crack that has been opened by heartache or disappointment, and instead to feel even more what that heartache or disappointment is pointing toward. If it is a loss of love, or death we have experienced, the soul teaches us that we have loved and lost to learn something. In the absence of that love, we feel torn apart. Any separation on the earth plane from those we love feels like the separation from God, even if we don’t believe in Him. If you have ever experienced loneliness so deep you thought you were going to die, you have experienced this separation, which all humans suffer at one point or another. It is a temporary condition of our corporeal lives, a trick of the body that says we are separate from one another, and different from everything we see in the physical world. Our bodies seem solid and real, while our minds seem able to go from one unrelated thought to another. While we sleep our minds visit other places and dream of unknown things. We never realize that the mind never sleeps, and is the shepherd of the soul’s deeper longings. Hopefully it is a good sheppard, and we can keep what is important to us close at hand, if not close in our hearts.

 

In our vulnerability and loss, we can find the key to our soul. Like a child finding a seedling in the garden, and planting it in a deeper hole so that it will grow, we can dig a little deeper and find true shelter for our soul. Our hearts can open even wider, stretch us even more profoundly. Where we thought it was time to walk away from such “negative” feelings, we must examine the deeper longing underneath the belief that we are alone or that we will never love again. To be loved is the natural state of the soul. To be in a constant stream of consciousness which is ever reaching and expanding itself, is the natural state of the mind. This is only painful-seeming to us as humans who have limited ourselves to what feels comfortable and certain, rather than be faced with the uncomfortable reality that we don’t know anything. Better to not know and ask a deeper question, then to bury our dreams and let them pass us by. If instead we plant our hopes, our intentions, even our pains, by digging into the heart and feelings, we will be rewarded with happy tears as well as hope springing from the soul’s eternal ground.

 

So our job is not always to feel pleasant and happy – though we may end up there after the work is done. Our real job is to find everything standing in the way of that happiness, and admitting to ourselves where we have fallen short of the soul’s natural unfettered state of joy, and asking ourselves why we have done that? If we feel we are undeserving of such happiness, or that such freedom is impossible in the world, we will continue to suffer, and the soul will or will not keep showing us the other way. Let us hope it continues to push us deeper and away from our comfort, and out into the open where life breathes, and love is self-renewing. And the world is but a temporary playground where we can learn our lessons and become more and more acquainted with our soul.

 

What can we hope to expect if we do not give up? A window into the soul is a window indeed into another universe of things. Past, present and future seem to meld into an eternal mix of possibilities. What seemed broken and inconsolable can now mend. Hearts once closed and swept so clean they seemed hospital sterile can be flooded with new love as green and productive as a wild spring. Rushes of hope can lead to unexpected visitors and companions on the journey back to our true self. What felt lonely and uncertain, now feels warm and inviting, a great source of material for bonding with our fellow humans. And courage comes, too. Out of the depths of all that lay waste, pale yellow fruit pops from the ground and raises itself up to the light above, filling with the juicy stuff of life that one can simply taste or share with the whole group. We discover that we have been grown in the process, and taught to live. And if we are very “lucky” (meaning willing and ready), we may even break the bonds of the earth for a time and, experiencing ourselves as pure soul, take flight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Part II – Meeting Your Soul Companions

Have you ever met someone you instantly “knew”, someone you felt a deep connection to, that could not be explained by time or circumstance?

In Part II of my new Spiritual Soul Series (continued from “Part I – Miracles as Messages and Signs”)  I discover how sometimes God sends us angels, and sometimes Soul Companions to help remind us who we really are…

PART II

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  When I boarded the Hampton Jutney from New York to Southampton, I somehow knew it was going to be the trip of a lifetime, not because of what it was, but because of who I was becoming.

As I picked up my pen and notebook and sat back in my seat, a deep peace enveloped me, and I intuitively wrote:

  I am walking into the Arms of God.”

 You see, my soul was already readying itself in a beautiful state of awareness, one which notices the higher vibrations of life as it is unfolding, and is ever alert to God’s presence everywhere – the people on the bus sleeping or eating, the cars moving beside us on the road, the rain slapping against the bus driver’s windshield. All was like a native dance and I the initiate. I really had no agenda of my own, but was totally open and willing, with the constant prayer of “My life is yours. Please show me the way. Amen,” whispered on my tongue.  

When I got to the retreat, I was instantly happy.  I hadn’t even done anything yet!, but I had arrived.  My mind felt fresh and unburdened by the usual routines of life, the fears of everyday existence and worries about the future.  I was immersed in the present, with a pure feeling of joy!  

I found my dorm and flopped on my hospital-like bed with gratitude.  A place as clean and unwritten as I felt – an open slate.  I felt as fresh as a young student ready to learn and absorb everything. Nothing could have pleased me more.  

Out on the open patio at the conference centre, I met my fellow “students”.  I am not much of a small-talker, and often find large crowds uncomfortable, unless I am able to just be myself.  So I was!  With no pretense, I just approached a few people at a time. I heard one man talking and joking nearby, so I went and spoke to that group.  I listened as usual before saying anything. I like to gauge the feeling, the energy of a room or group, before I engage.  I had no trouble in this instance, and as some of the people moved on, this man and I began to talk and share some of our background and why we had come to the retreat.  

I felt an instant connection, like I had known this person a million years (I probably had!). As we spoke, more information was revealed, and before I knew it we were walking on the nearby beach of Southampton at lunch sharing our stories and deeper spiritual understandings. I felt I had met a true Soul Companion…  

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We returned to the village and walked the charming streets. He shook his head in amazement as I spoke, deeply appreciating what I had to say about everything, and understanding the deep emotional content.  He reassured me there was nothing wrong with my head, and that who I was was truly special and amazing.

I asked him what he meant.

 

“You are like a giant sun,”  he said.  “radiating out in all directions.”

I had never heard anyone describe me like that. I felt not only validated, but loved as a unique  human being and even Spirit.  It gave me confidence not only in myself, but that greater inner urging that I needed to continue on my Spiritual path…  

When I got home, life seemed to return to “normal” for awhile, hectic and crazy at times, then lonely and boring. I wondered what was happening to my inner world? I knew something was up, because that inner urging led me to begin chanelling new writings, poetry, ideas and visions that seemed to drop from heaven above – ideas which led me to find or create new communities where I would meet even more of these beloved Soul Companions who were just waiting for me beyond the horizon…

I never would have predicted what these new ideas and special connections would mean to my very Soul or future; how they would catalyze me into my true purpose here, affect so many others with my emerging gifts, and catapult us into the incredible Journey to come…

 

To be continued…. 

 

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 P.S. Have you ever met a soul companion and felt instant love and recognition?  Write to me below or share your journey here.

 

Miracle 27: “Harmony Song”

 Imagine a man and woman sitting on a beach, sharing their stories. They hardly know each other, they are just friends, new to each other, yet holding ancient keys. In between them rests Epiphany.  Two years later there is emptiness, an empty chair, as they carry on with their lives.  Their stories seem to cease.  Are kept in silent symmetry.  Time passes, and they go on producing, creating, living. They go on in faith, forgiving.  Tears come and cease.  Learning never seems to end. Is there a final word for this? A story that can be told out in the open? Maybe someday.

The silent heart of a woman rarely speaks, but when it does, it is a torrent, a tornado, a tsunami of consciousness. Creative, Loving, Whole. And when she lets go, it is as if the wave that once held her catches her and drags her along. Buried by her own quest. Afraid of the long-forgotten current or song.  Oh song! Don’t break me, carry me out, release me and carry me along.  I will not crumble, I will not quake. I can take the great tornado of my own Song. For I do not, will not sing alone!

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What causes this great change?  This great awakening?  Yes, it seems we must push ourselves, or be pushed to the brink, before we listen, we hear. I have no idea what combination of grace this rests on (miracles, magic, hard work, fate?), but in my experience it is always mixed with a bit of joy, and many tears.

Why do we cry? One woman asked me in our women’s circle. She almost felt left out, like she wasn’t working hard enough. But what makes me cry is deliverance, from the very “working hard enough”, trying too hard to hold it all together, keep everything sane and clear, to complete abandonment – of an old way, an old scheme, an old love, an old dream. It is earth shattering at times, and sublime. I don’t know what makes this happen, but I see it all the time. Its potential is in us all, and we are in it or ready for it, or not at all. No one can make us go there. We are strong enough if we are here, or we wouldn’t be here.

I am comforted by all your stories, and the pattern I see. Highly successful women and men reaching epiphany. It is time. What can we give?  What can I do? Everything, and nothing. It will happen anyway. It is inevitable. Painful at times. Like a river running through me, jammed up by rocks, then bursting through. Oh! To be released from the earthly pleasures and pains! To be united again, and not suffer so. What is this pain? What is this suffering? Forgetfulness, and then unity. We will be there again, we will find our way back home. In each other, in a prayer, in hope, in letting go.

It seems today you wrote me. I feel it all. And yet, glory is still possible – true glory, and true pleasure – reaching for the greatest gift of all. The Miracle of You – the partner, the friend, the lover, the fighter, nature, dog, child, lover. It doesn’t matter who. They all seap through. It is YOU! We are craving for, inviting in. Whoever you are. Love us, guide us, (torture us!), heal our wounds. Never again will we be alone. We invite you in to a Harmony Song. Never again uninvited. United. Befriended. Friend to All.  Amen.

Thank you all.

Miracle 10: “Awake!”

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Never doubt the Light in you
You may wallow and be sick
Frightened or weak
You may crawl and wonder where you are
Or what God made of you
But God has a plan unfolding
That you cannot see
You may not have dreamed it yet
You were sleeping
He is Awake
Awaken and Rise
You are fallen but not dead 
Rise
The plan is waiting
Your dream is to inspire
Full of fire
Water and bright air
Sunlight
Power
Never wait
Don’t waste your fire on the undesired
Awake
Awake
Awake!
 
 
 – Krista Moore
 
 
 

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Ready or Not

I’ve been doing a little humming and hawing lately about sharing my most recent ventures. I so want to share with you what is percolating within and without, but timing is everything, right?

Well, not really! Sometimes I find waiting is detrimental to the soul. And I find my greatest insight from sharing.

So, here it goes…

30 Days of Miracles II: Awakening

Photo of Krista Moore, Copyright Denise Grant Photography

Miracles of Awakening

 

Last year I did a “30 Days of Miracles” blog series which was quite popular. I’ve decided to do it again, only this time with an emphasis on “Awakening”I invite you to join me and explore your own.

It is time to come out again and celebrate who I am. In trust, I share this with the world. In recent times, I have explored this, unveiled this in key moments, then stuffed it away again afraid to let it loose. But here I am again, beckoning the truth, and allowing myself to express all I am becoming, and, quite possibly, You!