Day One - My Channeled Work

Perhaps, for me writing is sitting down and meditating. My mind goes so quickly -it's as through I can't catch it at times. I get it. I understand higher processing rates, my internal computer is the super computer. Directly connected. The more I release limiting fears, beliefs, and habits - I'm more aware of the computing capabilities. There is a lot of I - would that be selfish? 

I woke up feeling really yucky this morning. Literally, had no time to even think before I felt the weight of density. I found myself PROJECTING those feelings into a narrative that perpetuated that thinking. But it hurts, it really fucking hurts. 

Also, I've been getting the message that I'm a channel, which isn't surprising in the least. I've always known it but always doubted it. Honestly, the reason I doubted is because of the human aspect of myself. When I CHOOSE to release the doubt, is when I would have the experience of fully embodying the true nature of Tasha's Being: I channel of - to - for - in Tasha Salinas is in service of channeling higher consciousness. 

For some reason, that sentence has to stay that way. I begin with a large statement; perhaps that statement is the agreement that I CHOOSE with my human mind to fully step away and allow my higher self to speak. SheSpeaks. Everyone wants to know "Who Is She?" She is me. I am Her. 

Tasha Salinas, in service of channeling higher consciousness. 

When I channel, it comes out disjointed at times. As though I'm attempting to weave together unrelated topics. However, it's the energy behind the words the flow - the pointing out of dots so you, dear reader, can make the connection. You, dear listener, are always invited to make your own connections while allowing your eyes to dance upon mine. There is always resonance; mine just happens to be sprinkled with a bit of catalytic fire. 

We're all of the same energy. The I AM. Yeah. I know. 
We've been steeped in Christian Ideologies about who God - The I AM - who or what all of that really is.

With what authority does she speak? 

Reading the Bible through the lens of consciousness is wildly intriguing and feels a bit like... peeking into Christian Mysticism. 

sidenote: My fingers initially slipped and I typed "Chrystian" << pause for intuitive pivot >>  

It's giving "Chrysalis". Fix your eyes on what chatgpt says about the chrysalis. 

"The chrysalis stage is a powerful metaphor for transformation and growth. In nature, the chrysalis (or pupa) is the stage in a butterfly's life cycle when it undergoes a complete transformation inside a cocoon, shifting from caterpillar to butterfly. This process represents a kind of internal metamorphosis—a time when what is hidden, enclosed, or unformed finally develops into its true, beautiful potential.

In a personal or spiritual context, a "chrysalis" moment signifies a phase of inner growth or intense reflection. This is often when someone withdraws from the outside world or their usual activities to embrace personal transformation. It can be a time of solitude, introspection, and self-care, where significant change happens below the surface, paving the way for a new stage of life, fresh insights, or even a reinvented self to emerge.

Are you experiencing or exploring a "chrysalis" phase in your journey?"

Yet, was then stumbled into the bible as I felt a connection - and I will still make it - but then I started feeling like crap again. Remember how I woke up? This feels more like MY journey rather than whatever the hell it was I thought I'd be writing about. (This is all connected. Stick with me.)

I have a new friend with whom I seem to be very aligned. We connected through a mutual interest, and after peeping their online profile, we seem to really be on the same wavelength and how we express ourselves in the world. Anyway, 1.) I felt like crap. 

2.) That person came to mind.
3.) I distractedly went to FB (no intention whatsoever) 
4.) There was a notification that they liked my last message. My heart lit up - it was a sign. But my mind was slow on the uptake. Clearly. 
5.) I posted this, "Hey - I am experiencing a purge. All is well, I just simply want to externally express it so another can witness my conscious choice to keep stepping forward. Would it be okay if I simply write out a few things here?"

They responded and I brain-dumped and then allowed the purge to happen as I wrote it out. This is what I said: 

"Thank you - Thank you - Thank you! I'm in the middle of blogging it out as well, but you being here - and us being in this together is so very perfect. I don't know you, but I already love you dearly. Lol - this shit is bananas! Here's the expression. Feel free to engage if it you'd like, or simply bear witness to it. I'm good with either! ❤

I am struggling with my calling; yet, not struggling at all with it. I keep being reminded to slow down, take a breath, read those books, exhale, go roller skating - chase your joy. It doesn't matter. Smoke the weed. Drink the kombucha. Break the fast and sing the damn song. 

Yet (I'm into astrology - WELL, it's into me. lol - intuitive.) Yet, my 8H Capricorn Sun has me all tied up in knots. Structure & flow. Structure & flow. Pluto is having a heyday with my Mercury at 0 degrees Aquarius - also 8th House. Transformation. Death. Rebirth. This transit is BONKERS. These energies are BONKERS. My body is safe. I am safe. 

I am a channel of divine consciousness. I know I am here to speak the message of the Divine through rich self-awareness until the self cannot help but trustfully fall backward into the full-on embodiment of Love.  

That requires me to purge anything that is not of god in me. I AM only holy, divine, centered and free. I live joyously and allow the expression of contrast to also be a channel of divine consciousness. I am to authentically, vulnerably, and transparently share my journey. My greatest expression is exhalation of my breath laced with the words of God herself."

What. The actual. Fuck. There are times I say things, type things, whatever - that slay me. I hear (read) my words and am just stunned. I read myself communicating the struggle between my inner darkness and light. Fear and Love. The Human and the Divine. oh my - the universal tangle. How do we escape?

DO YOU SEE MY PLIGHT? Do you see the chrysalis moments? Do you see the synchronicity of me recognizing, "I feel like shit." Then going inward. Sitting with myself. Going through my process. Reaching out - if it gets to that point. I am scared shitless. So, I have no shits to give and have chosen to keep going. Isn't that interesting? 

So, the lesson for me here is this: Channeling is, yes, sitting down to allow higher consciousness to slide in and communicate to and through me.

Mostly, though, communicating beyond logic is sitting down to allow yourself to look at what is PREVENTING you from being able to receive those messages of divinity. The ones that yes, defy logicical thinking.

Messages (thoughts) that feel good. Thoughts that feel like peace. Miraculous Thoughts. Thoughts of... salvation, perhaps? Releasing of one's own mental torment. Thoughts that come in and feel like LOVE because they are the embodiment of love in this dimension. On Earth.

Aligning your thinking to allow the influx of feel-good chemicals is how to welcome in the sensation of peace. Inner Peace. Feel what you want to experience. Fill the inside of the cup and the overflow will wash the outside. The cup is your mind. The outside is everything else. 

Your human brain, the supercomputer, has SO MUCH MORE access to all that is - was - and ever will be - than you realize. 

Everyone is a channel. It's time to become conscious to your practice of it - that's the journey of life. That's your reason for being. You can choose to think whatever you want - so choose wisely. On your deathbed... it'll be you and the great vast beyond. The limits of your consciousness. We get chills pondering death because enlightenment does require death. Death of all of the lies you've ever believed. If you believe something, so strongly, to the point of wanting to die for it... let it go. 

If it remains, it's LOVE. 

Divine. True to your core. Feels amazing. It's the thought of death... and those small incremental steps we take to get there that scares us. The steps include: fear, anger, apathy and whatever words you want to use to describe the descent into density. No flow. Trapped. No air. Coffin. Extinguished. 

That's how I woke up this morning. Burdened in darkness, my mind was void of air or expression. I had to move through many processes of intentional self-soothing to release what felt too heavy for my own shoulders. I allow myself to crucify each thought as it comes to mind. Which means slowing down. Reaching out. Allowing my mind to rest while I move through my day more embodied and less logical. The plight of the divine human being - or is it the human being divine? 

Exhale the fear. Exhale the pain. Witness the thoughts and choose to smile. Start fresh with compassion and do something really really nice for yourself. Probably go softer than you think. Nurture yourself and resist nothing. Diving into the subconscious is a natural process that you simply allow to happen. Your only role - your ONLY ROLE is to release. You are safe. Say and feel it, "I AM safe." 

These energies are absolutely wild. I'm going to have to stop there; the mental gymnastics are so much for my mind. I'm gonna polish off this coffee and go rollerskating. Admin tasks be dammned. 



Until like, 10am. I am a capricon after all.