If there was one goal in my life, it was to teach. As a child I wanted to be Laura Ingalls of Little House on the Prairie, working in a small, one-room schoolhouse. However, by the time I was ten, I realized that what I wanted to teach wasn’t the basics of reading, writing, and ‘rithmetic.
Between the ages of 10 and 14, I really wanted to help others develop their psi talents. But how do you go about something like that? As a 10-year old I was completely baffled by that question, after all, I had never heard of a school where you could study the skills of reading auras, hearing others’ thoughts, or remote viewing.
Oh, I’d heard of the paranormal programs at the colleges like the one in Raleigh-Durham, but they didn’t teach people how to use their paranormal or psychic abilities, they just studied people with abilities to try and figure out whether the abilities were real. I already knew psychic abilities were real, after all I had been using them my whole life.
By the time I reached my 20’s I knew that what the world called psychic talents weren’t what I needed to teach. After all the so-called psychic talents were nothing more than cording to someone and reading one or more of their auric layers. (Read Auras and ESP.) That was a common practice done by everyone – most just didn’t even realize that they were doing it.
No, what I really needed to teach was a way for them to gain the peace of their inner truths and wisdom. So many people had bits and pieces of the puzzle, but so few really knew how all those bits and pieces fit together. While I never considered myself an expert, by any means, I knew that I held some of the answers merely because I could “see” beyond the physical world that we all lived in.
At my various jobs I would feel myself drawn toward certain conversations that were going on during my break periods. It wasn’t that these conversations were particularly odd or different—they were rarely discussing anything paranormal—but somehow I knew that my little bits of knowledge, what I thought of as my inner wisdom, could help them with their everyday issues.
So, somehow I would find the courage to jump in and offer my bits of wisdom regarding life after death, angels, or even why someone continued to go out with the same type of creep all the time.
Now, you have to understand, that I’m a very reticent person, and I don’t interact with other people very easily. Therefore, for me to simply drop in on a conversation, especially one taking place between several people that I only knew in passing, was extremely unusual. Yet, the urge to “instruct”, to speak up, was so strong that it would encourage me to step beyond my normal reluctance and share my insights.
No special language was used. There were no discussions of baby souls versus mature souls, or how karmic imbalances might impact the life, because these people either wouldn’t understand or accept those terms. No, it was just using everyday language and real life examples to explain to them what I considered the common sense of living.
Occasionally, I would find a few people (2 or 3) who were more aware, and we could actually converse about things of a more esoteric nature. We would delve into the question of karma and alternate realities, or why some situations and people seemed familiar, and a thousand other topics of interest.
While that was more satisfying than the first type of discussions, it still wasn’t quite enough. No, I still felt that overwhelming need to teach, and what I was doing wasn’t enough.
I started working at a company that actually had access to several Internet newsgroups. (This was at the time when the Internet was comprised of newsgroups and posting boards—at the risk of dating myself—instead of the chat groups, web pages, or blogs of today).
During a break at work, I checked out some of the different newsgroups. For the most part, I didn’t stay long, because most of them just didn’t seem that interesting to me. However, the last one I logged into was the dreamer’s newsgroup. Suddenly, I felt at home. Here were people discussing their interpretations of different dreams, something I could do in my sleep (so to speak).
I began to spend most every lunch hour in this newsgroup usually answering questions and interpreting dreams. While others continued interpreting dreams, too, my explanations always seemed to be more accurate and I soon had quite a little following.
After about a year, one of the members of the little dream group asked about an entity named Michael. Although this had nothing to do with dreams, the response was huge. Nearly everyone had read the books by Yarbro (including me), and those that hadn’t, soon wanted to.
Now I finally had a group I could exchange my knowledge with and without having to couch the information in terms of everyday normalcy. I could talk about the differences between sages and warriors, without someone thinking I was talking about one of those role-playing games.
Finally, we started our own newsgroup, and I found that my noontime discussions were becoming almost more important than any work I was assigned. I would race to complete the work just to make sure that I had plenty of time with my group. We discussed every aspect of Michael’s philosophy and even introduced other teachings and information to the group—from Seth (by Jane Roberts) to Edgar Cayce, to Nostradamus, and a multitude of others.
As technology improved, a website evolved, and the readings and “conversations” continued. I had finally found my classroom—it existed in the virtual world of the Internet. My “students” wandered in and out of the classroom as they wanted, and it was fine, because I knew that whoever needed to find me, would.
I’m still teaching, and I’m still using the Internet as my “classroom”, but now I’m using a blog and email to share my insights and information. Also, my teachings have taken on a different tone—it’s the tone of review, but the review is as much for me as for my “students”, because as I share my information with others, I gain further insights. As I share myself with others, I feel myself blossoming and growing, too.
So welcome, …pull up a chair, and tell me what’s on your mind?