Silent Voices of the Soul: The Backstory (Part 5)

The title resonated with me, even though I had no idea what the book was going to be about. I understood, somehow, that Spirit and I would be collaborating on a writing project. But that was all I knew at the time.  The words came out of nowhere; I knew they were purposeful. I knew I needed to trust them and hold them in my heart. I also knew that they were given to me for a reason, and I believed that one day I would understand why. So,  with Spirit’s help, I wrote a book around them–nine chapters worth of spiritual insights–the lessons we all learn as we walk the road to Truth.

It took twelve years for me to discover my answer. Twenty-plus revisions later, Spirit made me aware of the meaning behind those words.  Until the book had been completed, I had almost two-hundred pages of really interesting notes and absolutely no idea how they related to the title I had been given.

Anyway,  this was the deal, the terms of the creative partnership. Spirit was my teacher. I was the student. Spirit whispered insights and meaningful messages to me, and I wrote them down. But there would be more to this collaboration, much more.  Jotting down spiritual notes was only part of the project, the easy part. My responsibility entailed not only taking dictation from my Highest Self, but also learning the lessons I was writing about.  Translation: I had to carry those spiritual lessons into my very physical life, where Spirit would make them “real.”

Every word of this book needed to be substantiated. And although my learning experiences happened under ordinary circumstances, they were anything but ordinary. My lessons were easy when I remembered that Spirit was standing beside me.  When I believed I was alone, learning them was impossible.

Did I mention the tests? There were many, and they always showed up unexpectedly. They always came out of nowhere. Sometimes, I was prepared. I knew how to apply what I had learned to my given situation. But more often than not, fear knocked me off my feet.  Over and over and over again, I  would forget that my soul was holding the answers. Over and over and over again, Spirit would have  to remind me of my true identity.