Why I Share

I’d been reluctant to share sacred experiences. I’d seen souls leave their bodies at death and communicated with them, but I didn’t speak about it.

After I stopped seeing patients in the ER, something changed. I knew it was time. I wrote my book and began to share, but I was still reluctant. I kept receiving messages and holding them inside. I was afraid.

I read forty years of my daily journal. I was surprised how many deeply spiritual experiences had faded from consciousness or been forgotten altogether. I was grateful for the written record to remind me. As I read, I realized some experiences hadn’t been given just for me. They were to share. Still, l resisted.

When close friends nudged me to share, my usual insecurities surfaced: What if it’s too sacred to share? What if people think I’m bragging? What if they don’t care? I heard my cowering inner voice ask, “What if my message isn’t good enough?”

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Then I heard a more confident Voice say, “It’s not your message.”

It was a powerful ego check. I committed to share, but still struggled to do so.

A few weeks later, the same messenger woke me at 3:00 a.m. I tried for an hour to go back to sleep. 

Knowing more than I wanted to admit, I asked, “Why did you wake me?” 

“I’ve given you messages,” the Voice said. “Why aren’t you sharing?”

That’s why I share.

Is there something you should share? No one will do it for you.