Many years ago, my inner dialogue underwent a significant transformation. It became a conversation, an exchange that included discussion, observation, questioning, and even remarks that went deep and included a knowledge I soon recognized, I didn’t consciously have. The best way I can describe it is that I wasn’t alone anymore, because whoever was responding, it was certainly not me–I am not that wise.

Don’t get me wrong, this evolution didn’t come mildly. To put it bluntly, I thought that I was going crazy and might have developed multiple personalities, but the diagnosis didn’t match up (yes, I went to the doctor!), and I was feeling quite good; its presence was soothing and came up in precise moments. Later in life, I would find a pattern in its timing, but at the beginning, it was somewhat surprising and nerve-wrecking at the same time.

Our conversations mainly touched on profound subjects, but its companionship also came in mundane situations, allowing me to have everyday conversations that often took a sacred turn.

Without wanting to recognize it, I always knew who I was talking to, but who was I to say that The Universe, The Source, Infinite energy, Light, God or whatever you want to call it, was talking to me? I wasn’t special in any shape or form, and I couldn’t be more average. However, the questions kept rousing: What was all this about? Why the deep conversations? What was the purpose of the insights I was getting access to? It wasn’t that I wasn’t grateful for these understandings and how it was helping my life, but it felt like there was more to it. Uncertain, one day, I dared to ask.

The response came right away. 

“You needed to master something. The questions were always there. You asked, we responded.” 

“What did I need to master?”

“How to embrace your in and out and to connect them to be a whole. The knowledge of releasing the physical body and living within IT.”

“Excuse me?” I replied, overwhelmed with the answer. “Can we put that a bit more clearly?”

In my mind, I heard the response: “You tapped into intelligence, and you listened.”

As I mentioned. The one responding is wildly different from me; the tone, the structure of the sentences, and the information shared were coming from somewhere else–not my brain.

“Intelligence?” 

“No. IntEligens. IntEligens Terms. IT.”

“Who or what is IT?”

“IntEligens comes from Int: interior, and Eligens: to choose, to elect.”

“I tapped into interior choice terms?”

“Into the multiplicity of options to select and embrace. You chose to listen.”

“Ok…” Silence reigned for a while. “Let me get this clear. You are saying that I wanted to master how to connect my inner self and my physical self, so they act as a whole. Meaning, the knowledge of living the human experience, knowing I could choose in my interior what to embrace in my physical body?

“You always wanted to connect both sides of you, to make them talk, to communicate.”

“To create a bridge…” flabbergasted is a small word to describe how I was feeling, but I continued. “This is not just for me, isn’t it?”