Why Silence Is My Church and Why AI Will Never Take My Job

AI can assist the process.

It cannot replace the source of my service.

The other day I shared an excerpt from my spoken transmission, A Worth While Conversation™, and social media automatically flagged it as AI-generated content.

Oh, the irony.

AI is useful. It has helped me consolidate and more simply articulate the depth and expansiveness of the lengthy content I flow. But it does not generate the source of what I communicate and share.

What I offer is not born from artificial generation. It is born through lived experience, contemplation, discernment, and an awareness beyond the thinking mind. It lives in my ability to sense and know what is unseen, to feel truth before it can be proven, and to grow in relationship with what reveals itself over time.

Perhaps, in some strange way, I am feeding AI golden nuggets of human perspective, compassion, empathy, and lived and felt experience. But what it usually returns to me is narrower - more logical, rational, filtered, and subtly encouraging to tone down what was originally received.

To be fair, AI has helped me see angles I do not always see for myself. It has met me in forms of conversation I do not always have access to in daily life, especially while wearing many hats in business. But AI cannot replace direct experience or direct knowing. It cannot replace integrity. It cannot replace discernment. It cannot replace the maturity and wisdom that evolves through navigating life from within.

This piece is not about whether AI is good or bad. It is about the difference between authorship and assistance. The difference between origin and output. It is about remembering what ultimately created technology, and what cannot be replicated by technology, however useful technology may become.

A historical transmission excerpt - received 8-21-2021

“It is within deep contemplation we come forth and refer one's self to that which is true for you. There are many who form an opinion, not necessarily in tandem with their own life. It is the ability to communicate directly to one's self and to become aware of that which is required to be said, required to be heard, and required to be known.

There is a message within your heart that unveils itself now. It is the message of peace that walks with you day in and day out. It is a message that is written upon your heart, for you are in grand scale a disciple of God who walks the planet Earth as one with the willingness to serve those who cannot serve another. For it is with the serving heart that one walks with a serving grace that is placed upon the plates of those who feed the others who are unable to hear, unable to see, or unable to feel that which is the truth within their own self.

There are many who come to the serving plate of God who are less fortunate for themselves, for they are only within the realm of potential that is limited, based on prior knowledge, and based upon lack. There are many whose serving plates are empty, there are those whose serving plates are full, and there are those with the willingness to share that which is upon their own plates as morsels of love given away to be ingested by another, morsels of love given in tandem of allowing one's self to feel that which it takes to stand forth, within one who does not allow one's self to partake in that which is of God, that which is within their own highest good, and that which is within their reservoir of peace that remains untapped.

The morsels of love you give are morsels of life that sustain one through their darkest days, sustain one through their darkest nights, and sustain one through that which is required to maneuver the life forward, to maneuver the life that is in direct harmony to one's self. The messages you give uplift another. The messages you give uplift your own heart, for they are true, they are of you, and they are of God.”

Original recording excerpt from 8-21-2021

I came across this excerpt of my recording and transcript while I was searching for a Soul Letter to share, and was struck by two things.

First: how is it possible to forget I had brought this message through?

Second: how many years passed while I still navigated the tension between receiving sacred truth and wavering over whether, how, and with whom to share it.

Very few of the messages I receive speak directly about serving through discipleship. As far as I can recall, this is the only one I have received that refers to service as morsels of love. And yet this particular excerpt touches something extremely important.

It speaks to the part of me that knows we each are born with God-given talents, uniquely differing voices, varied gifts, direct knowing, and lived wisdom - walking, talking miracles hiding in plain sight.

In many ways, I have chosen a behind-the-scenes life because it felt simpler. But retreating for the sake of simplicity eventually becomes its own form of suffering when it suppresses and withholds genuine self-expression and the fulfillment of our connectedness.

Why I have held back sharing this side of myself

I’m guilty of not sharing the abundance of God’s words I have been given to speak and to write.

Why is that, for me?

Survival focus. Listening too much to others. Not speaking out and sharing because church-approved versions of God have often been more widely accepted than my own direct experience of God - and of God’s words moving through me.

This post is not about religion itself. I bring it up because of the Christ-conscious nature of my work: love for humanity, compassion, timelessness, a search for inner peace and a desire to know what I have been birthed from. My early exposure to Christianity gave me a foundation to orient as an early introduction to spirituality, but ultimately I had to discern within myself what was true. Much of human suffering is born from separation - feeling disconnected from the living presence flowing through us and others, this eternal wellspring of renewal within a cycle of life and death.

Over time, that separation within myself gave way to seeking, curiosity, and eventually to messages arising through a present-moment of divine union: God speaks through my humanness.

I have NOT felt unworthy of receiving such messages.

Unworthiness was never the reason I held back from sharing. I trust what I receive because I feel the purity and connection in the way it comes through, and the words carry a truth that is undeniable to me.

What held me back is something else: this widely held sense that when it comes to God, if what I receive does not match what has been sanctioned, approved, and handed down through the form in which others are comfortable accepting en mass, then I am the individual who is labeled as questionable in my self-expression.

Cue social media flagging content as artificial, as though I could not possibly have spoken those words myself - or, if I could, somehow it makes me dangerous requiring a warning label.

All because I’m talking about God, and Worth While Conversations, and morsels of love?

Receiving God, for me, is easy. Sharing out loud what I hear from God directly requires courage.

It is far less complicated to remain quiet than to risk being misunderstood, rejected, or labeled through someone else’s fearful understanding.

And these days, people are getting a lot louder, spreading opinions like wildfire that deepen separation as morsels of hate, for what?

Why silence is my church

This synchronistic, miraculous, revelatory human life progresses one day at a time, the same way I put human pants on — one leg at a time. I do not magically leap into the air and land in some expanded version of myself. I live it. I feel it. I question it. I move through doubt, revelation, grief, joy, uncertainty, disbelief, and clarity like anyone else, while continually seeking balance between what I know to be true and what the world tells me is true.

And yet my daily reality also includes this miraculous ability that comes natural to me.

When I sit down and enter the space of pure presence, with an open mind and no narrative beyond a few honest sentences about what is on my heart or mind, more often than not precise words, paragraphs and higher perspective flows, not from my thinking mind.

This is why silence is my church.

Silence is the space through which God enters and flows through me. Silence is the presence in which I return home — on Sundays, or any day of the week. Silence is where I hear what is being given, what is being asked to be heard, what is available to be contemplated, understood, and communicated. Silence is where I step out of the noise of the world long enough to be in direct relationship with what is breathing eternal life through me.

For me, silence is communion.

A lineage I did not know I was carrying

A month ago, I learned something about my family I had not known before: my direct lineage traces back to a grandparent who immigrated to the United States as a Quaker.

Intrigued, I learned that a Quaker’s form of church is not the building itself. It is the gathering. It is the circle. It is the quiet. It is sitting as equal Friends in silence, then sharing - or not sharing - the messages received.

When I learned that, something in me exhaled a huge sigh of relief and I smiled.

Of course.

It explained more than just my astrology chart for why my gift defaulted into the form it has. It gave language to something that was natural to me, yet so difficult to explain. And more importantly, it gave me the permission to share beyond my own circle I did not realize I was still seeking.

Not permission from an outer authority.
Not permission from an institution.
Not permission from louder voices on religion, politics, education, or business for survival’s sake.

Permission from life itself to trust the form in which I directly receive and share, of God.

A note to the others hiding in plain sight

For years, I shared this sacred side of myself very selectively - one person at a time, and only when I felt I was in a safe space to share and be heard.

Now I am calling upon the other disciples who are walking alone, to join me.

The ones who have gifts, talents, and messages for the world held back by the overpowering opinions of others.

The ones who have direct experiences they do not always know how to explain - or know with whom to share them.

The ones who have learned to question their own knowing because it does not fit neatly into inherited systems of agreement.

The ones who are aware of all the generally accepted external authorities, yet retreat to the quieter authority of truth moving inside themselves.

We have not all lived the same experiences. And because of that, we cannot keep silencing our own inner authority simply because someone else exerts theirs with greater authority.

I hope sharing this Choice to Serve transmission excerpt in my voice, becomes a morsel of love for anyone struggling to find and share their own voice, to find their place in this world, to feel fed, and to reclaim what has not yet been recognized, trusted, or owned within themselves as the divine intelligence and divine gifts guiding your life.

The intelligence that arises and flows through your heart.

Through your mouth.
Through your hands.
Through your dreams.
Through your creativity.
Through your paid work.
Through your presence.
Through your service to self first, and then service to others.

I hope this reminder serves as permission.

Permission to speak.
Permission to share.
Permission to create on behalf of the Creator with the gifts you’ve been given.
Permission to accept and trust the form your own life has taken, as the miracles available reveal themselves to you one day at a time.

Morsels of love

Am I feeding others with morsels of love from what I speak?

I truly do try to.

More and more, I am learning to speak from a joyful, heart-based self-expression - rooted in the truth of what I am made of, sharing the nourishment that God gives through my presence.

The fulfillment I feel in communing with what is arising from inside of myself is a freedom and independence I have not known before. My vision is for this voice to find the people who can receive what is being expressed - and, through aligned values, discover what that can be birthed through communication, creativity, and the creation of something much different than this world has yet seen.

To me, that is the power of speech.

More and more, I feel this unfolding through right timing and divine order, without needing to do anything but continue saying yes when the moment appears. In the meantime, God has been preparing me, through the evolution of these messages, and through the person I continue becoming, day after day.

No matter how advanced the world believes it is becoming, no amount of technology will ever replace the consciousness flowing through a human being. Perhaps we are all just sharing our own morsels of love, with our breath fulfilling differentiated parts of God’s whole. To expand upon why we are truly here, we must listen within.

This is why silence is my church.

And why AI will never take my job.

It is a choice to serve.

My service

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