How I Started My Spiritual Journal

I started journaling, which became my spiritual journal, after the deaths of my sister then my partner.

At the time, I was wandering around as if in a trance. My partner passed three months after my sister's death. I can't recall the specifics of each day, except writing in my journal. It was like therapy for me.

It was a great method of keeping track of everything I was experiencing - my overwhelming emotions and the voices in my head. Believe it or not, it helped to keep my sanity in tact.

During that time, my main spirit guide, Matoowah, introduced herself to me, and from then on I started channeling her words. I also kept track of my conversations with my loved ones. I needed to write...to distract me from my pain...it gave me some satisfaction to read the words afterwards.

At first, I typed mechanically without mentally processing what I heard. Afterwards, I willingly took part in our conversations and started asking many questions.

I was curious about Matoowah's life as a guide, and wanted to know how she was associated with me.

My loved ones' experiences of death was also very important to me I loved hearing their voices and their own words describing their experiences. I write about this in my book at great length.

My sister passed on December 23rd and then my partner on March 19th. At the time, I still had not mourned my mother's death which was six years earlier. For some of us it takes a long time to face our pain and suffering of the mourning process. I was not aware that I was carrying the pain within me all that time. Throughout all of this, I was gain mourning the loss of my beloved pet - Baggins

This spiritual journal helped to keep my depression at bay; it also soothed my sense of loneliness. On the other hand, something wonderful happened - my morning journal led to spiritual and personal growth and an introduction to my other guides.

Matoowah kept reminding me that I was not alone, that I had many who were concerned about me (in the spiritual realm) and who loved me. She was right, but it took time for me to grasp that concept.

Even though I could hear their voices, I missed my mother, sister and partner tremendously. Being able to hear their voices was like a soothing balm for my soul...eventually leading to my spiritual growth.

It was at that time that my spiritual healing began.

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