The logistics, the emotional safety, and the sacred container behind The Conversations We Never Had
Channeling my mother’s spirit wasn’t casual or curious. It was deliberate. And I was obsessed!
For six months, I worked one-on-one with Demi. This wasn’t just a series of appointments. It was a partnership and a deep energetic container designed to hold the weight of my confusing grief, my hard questions, and my unhealed history.
We worked together five days a week using a walkie-talkie-style texting app. I could message Demi during the week and she would respond with thoughtful, grounded, spiritually profound insight. Some days I sent questions. Some days I shared realizations. Some days I broke down in fear or exhaustion. She calmly held space for it all.
Once a week we met face-to-face for live video call sessions. These were the full channeling sessions where we opened the door to the other side.
Each week, I chose who I wanted to connect with—sometimes my mother, sometimes my father, and sometimes spiritual energies like Jeshua ben Joseph or The Divine Feminine. Demi would channel them directly and every session was recorded.
What you’ll read in The Convos is the full transcripts from every one of those sessions. They are unedited in truth and include my own emotional reactions and reflections woven into the fabric of each conversation.
Not every question felt safe to ask out loud, though, because there were moments I couldn’t bear to hear the answer live.
For those, I sent Demi my questions via the walkie-talkie app so I could read her responses when I was emotionally strong enough to take them in. I’ll never forget the moment I asked her if my mother had physically abused me more than I could remember. I thought maybe I’d blocked it out, just like I’d done with parts of being raped at age 18.
Demi channeled my mother’s spirit and texted me the answer:
“Yes, but the physical abuse didn’t happen very frequently because there was something about the way you looked at her while you were crumbling in fear that made her snap out of it.”
It was a moment of heartbreak, clarity, and strange relief.
This is the level of truth I was after. And these intense, raw channeling sessions were the only way I could reach it.
This wasn’t therapy and I wasn’t searching for closure. I was searching for the truths that could only come from the other side.
What we did in these sessions wasn’t psychological processing. It reached into dimensions that therapy, no matter how skilled, simply can’t access.
I wasn’t just looking for understanding. I was looking for energetic truth—for a way to close the loop on things I’d never gotten answers for in this lifetime. I found what I was looking for, and then some.
Each transcript you’ll read in The Convos was born from those moments. Every word was spoken in real time. Every emotion was mine to hold, process, and weave into something new.
In the next page, I’ll take you inside what it actually felt like to face my mother’s spirit, session after session—the emotional toll, the unexpected grace, and the strange peace that emerged from the ashes.