Letting it go.

‘Tell them why you wrote it,’ my Guide said. ‘How it is many books and every book … what it means to you.’

I forget sometimes how long I have been ‘writing my book’. How many manuscripts I have drafted and then thrown away, or put aside. None of them quite hitting the mark. Not that I knew what that elusive sweet spot was. But year after year, pages of words – beautiful wisdom and learning – would pass through my mind, body and hands … into the void.

In the meantime I was channelling, and slowly coming more to the page. The Teachings of Mr P is pure ‘dictation’, whereas RK pulled me into the conversation with A Metaphysical Conversation with Rudyard Kipling. But still, after 10 years, I had not written ‘my’ book.

Until now.

Because … I had to find my true self. And become the person who was ready to be the wisdom and learning, in my own small and vast way. The magical intent within my need to write also needed its ground to fertilise and grow from and into. I realised that it wasn’t just about ‘me’ writing my book; there are other additional forces at play, too. Co-creating it … and within it. And I had to let go. Of all of it. So it could become. As it needed to be.

So my Guides are right. It is every book I have written and more. In far fewer words. And they have been there every step of the way. It’s a journey I could never have imagined – not in my wildest dreams. But somehow it has become real.

I look forward to sharing it with you on Friday :)

3 December 2025