One of the best ways to get in touch with the core of your being

Write a letter. To yourself. Sign it from your Highest Self. Often, keeping a journal of such love letters can open the vault to wisdom that eludes you during everyday experience.

What can you ask in your High Self Journal today? Maybe you could just talk about what happened to you, today. Or this week. Ask for advice. Find closure about anything you have left incomplete.

Other ways to use your journal are to turn fear into victory. Louise Hays advises that when you have fears, to make a list and turn them into affirmations.

I did this, after I’d already made the decision to follow a lifelong dream and move to La Jolla. I’d given notice at my job, my residence, and had just taken my car to the U-Haul dealer to have a hitch installed for the tiny trailer I planned for my 1200 mile solo trip southwest. Were my knees knocking together? Oh yeah.

When the dealer seeing my white face took me to a quiet office to sit, brought me some water and asked me if I needed anything else, I said yes. A pad and pen. While the hitch was being installed, I wrote.

I titled the page, “My move to La Jolla”. Next, I drew a line down the middle to create two columns. On the left I wrote every fear that had just nearly knocked the wind out. On the right, I wrote the opposite in present tense. “I have a great experience moving” was at the top of my list. I felt the warmth returning to my limbs, I breathed deeply. I remembered why I was moving. Not away from something, but toward my heart’s desire, with my best friend: my wiser self who had advised this move to begin with.

I didn’t stop there. When I got home I played soothing music on my stereo. And set up my cassette tape recorder. Back in the day, before podcasting that is, this was my friend. This recorder with its built in mic. I didn’t know it then, but I was taking advantage of one of the best energy healing methods: soothing the soul with the voice.

Summoning my positive emotions about this move, the thrill of expectation in my body, I filled my mind and heart with my list. I read it from the right column, the present tense statements of truth. My truth. One time all the way through, then three times each statement. Then once all the way through again. I There were many of these. I started out with my fears, remember?

It was like magic. Even the simple synchronicity of the moment, realizing that my reading ended right when the tape was running out. I didn’t have to practice or redo it. The tape as at least a half hour on one side. I turned it over and did the same reading on the other side.

And now that tape became the metaphor for the Friend I’d found within. The One who validated my truth, who honored my bravery. Who stood by me through the cutting of the chords of fear. Who lead me easily into the new life I had but weeks before only imagined. Possibility. Reality. Beyond Fear. Into a life I have enjoyed going on eleven years now, in my beloved La Jolla.

Oh, there’s another part of this story. On my way out, as the last of my friends drove off, my next door neighbor came over with her own little tape, a bon voyage reminder of the loving community I was leaving in favor of unknown adventure. An album called Lands of the Dawn, by Chinmaya Dunster. I popped in my neighbor’s gift.

By the end of the album, an instrumental feast self-described as “a symbiosis of classical elements and instrumentation with harmonies and rhythms from the western culture”, I had made up my own lyrics, and was singing along.

To this day that music evokes the thrill of doing something for me, for the first time in my life, following the music of my heart, my own plan. And finding that although I was positive and loved myself, I still had issues, I still had to find the inner healer to help me process them. And I had to face many new challenges. But I was no longer “alone”. I made peace with my first best friend.

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