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On "Specialness" in Spirituality
Amanda Baudier
28 Aug 25
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I used to fetishize folks who received “downloads” from spirit.
How cool, how special, how… not like me, they must be?
During those wide-eyed days of my early 20s, I was a die hard yogi who also worked 70+ hour work weeks on the regular. I was obsessed with and curious about all things mystical — but I didn’t understand how spiritual communication occurred. It hadn’t ever actually happened to me.
I didn’t realize that anyone (yes, even little old me) could “channel” information, just by basically… shutting the fuck up for a little while.
I went on my first Vipassana (silent meditation) retreat in 2011 and had my whole world blown open. It was wretched and excruciating and confronting and the most profoundly transformative experience I’ll probably ever have.
Now, it took another 2 full years and a near-death health scare before “shutting the fuck up” became part of my regular practice, but now — I swear by it. By the end of my 3rd day in silence, I had written an entire children’s book in iambic pentameter. I never did anything with this little book mind you — but it came through just like the Starseed ladies on TikTok say:
As a download.
I didn’t think hmm, I want to write a children’s book about, “trees rejoicing.” I just looked at a tree, got a spark of inspiration, put pen to paper and let the poetry flow. I honestly don’t know why I don’t shut the fuck up more. I really should.
Anyway, today I went for a solo hike as I often do when I have the time, space, and cooperative weather. The hike I like best is all but deserted. No huge “payoff” in the form of insane views and a bit too overgrown for the squeamish city-folk. I tell myself that the ticks don’t fuck with us locals, even though I know that’s not true.
I paused to marvel at one particularly massive mossy rock — which by the way, I am WAY underselling by calling a rock… it was more than a rock. More than a boulder. It was practically an ancient throne carved by the earth herself.
As I laid my hand upon her, I thought, “You are so ancient. You must hold so much wisdom.”
And she answered something like:
“And so are you. Ancient. Wise. Every past incarnation, every ancestor whose blood carried you forward, lives within you still. You have only forgotten, distracted by the smallness of your current identity. All that power is right there — waiting for you to remember and call upon it.”
Whoa, bruh.
I mean… all I was trying to do was go on a nice little hike and regulate my nervous system. I truly, madly, deeply wasn’t expecting… ALLADAT!
But that’s how spirit works, you know? In mysterious-ass ways.
If you had told me 10 years ago that I’d be getting cryptic but based messages from stone formations I would have looked at you crazy and said, “ok cool — but what were we on?”
That’s the thing.
You don’t need to be “on” anything to hear from God.
If anything, you need to be more off.
Off work.
Offline.
Off grid.
And you don’t need anyone translating for you either. Don’t get me wrong, my life has been blessed in the past by intuitives, channels, Tarot readers… folks who have a finely honed spiritual communication process and use it ethically to help others.
The one thing all the best intuitives always tell you?
“You don’t need to hire me. Focus instead on becoming me.”
You my friend are a divine channel of God’s most sacred and esoteric wisdom.
All you need to do to claim that is shut the fuck up and listen.
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