I’m about to tell you a story that I’ve never told publicly, and only a handful of people in my life know. But I’ve been getting an inner-directive for quite some time now to share this. It’s literally a secret I’ve been keeping for over 30 years. To say I’ve been reluctant to share it, is a giant understatement. I’ve been petrified to share it. But one thing most people do know about me is, if nothing else, I’m obedient to Spirit......but, I wasn't always.
So where do I start? I guess almost from the beginning…
In 1990, I began working as an executive recruiter at a
company in Los Angeles. I hadn’t been there very long, when one day I received
an odd call at my desk. It was from someone I didn’t know; a woman whose name I
have long forgotten. She asked if I was Donna Gershman, and I said, yes. She
told me I didn’t know her, but that she had important information for me. She
said that what she was going to tell me would be strange. She proceeded to say
that she was having an important gathering at her house in El Segundo, CA on a
particular night, and that just 10 people were being invited, and I was one of
them. She said it was important for me to attend, but would not give me any
other details except to reassure me that I would be safe. She gave me her
telephone number, address, date of the gathering and time, and then hung up.
That’s all the information I had at the time. No explanation of what the
gathering was about, how she got my name and number, why I was being invited,
nothing! I still don’t know. It was the strangest call I had ever received, but
something in me just knew I had to go.
To give you some context, I was 27 years old at the time. I
had moved to Los Angeles just four years earlier from the East Coast, right out
of college. Some of you might remember that I was a comedienne at the time.
That was my night job. So, I was much more of a risk taker then. It never
really occurred to me that I could walk into a bad situation and be abducted or
murdered. I was young, fearless and wildly independent in those years. So, when
that fateful day came, I used my trusted “Thomas Guide” and navigated myself to
a stranger’s home in El Segundo, armed with just the curiosity of a cat. When I
think about it now, if that call had come when I was in my 40s or later, I
might not have gone that night. Too much logic would have dissuaded me and my
life would probably look very different now.
I arrived at the gathering a few minutes late. When I
entered the home, I walked into a small living room where there were nine
people already sitting on folding chairs, and a man at the front of the room
speaking. Everyone was taking notes fervently and hanging on to every word he
was saying. I had never seen this man before and didn’t know a single person in
the room. I sat down in the remaining seat left for me and tried to make sense
of what was going on. Turned out, this man was dictating the metabolic cure for
cancer. He was speaking so fast; the words were just flying through his mouth.
It seemed to be a series of scientific equations, etc.… but nothing I could
really grasp or hold on to with my human mind. I also wasn’t able to take
notes, as it never occurred to me to bring paper and pen to this event.
After he finished speaking, they broke for a brief
intermission so people could use the Loo and have some snacks. I still had no
idea what this whole thing was about or why I was even there, but I got up with
the others and wandered into the kitchen. A minute later, the gentleman who had
been speaking approached me. He asked, “Are you Donna Gershman?
I said, “Yes.” He then said, “You don’t know why you’re
here, do you?” I said, “No, I don’t.” He proceeded to tell me his name was
Kevin Ryerson. I felt like I had heard his name somewhere before, but couldn’t
place where. My mind was searching frantically when I remembered. I had read
his name in a book four years earlier. The book was “Dancing in the Light” by
Shirley MacLaine; one of the few possessions that I had chosen to bring with me
on my six-week cross country move to California. I treasured that book. It
almost never left my hands, until it mysteriously disappeared the day I arrived
in California. I was upset at the time, but ultimately made it mean that I must
not have needed the book anymore, and someone else needed it more. I have
credited that book, along with another Shirley MacLaine book, “Out on a Limb”
with helping me get firmly rooted on my spiritual path as a young person. I
have since discovered that those two books were the gateway for many, many
people to get on their Spiritual path.
In Shirley MacLaine’s book, she referred to Kevin Ryerson
as her Medium. I remembered his name because it was the first time I had ever
heard that word, “Medium” and the very first time I had a word to explain some
strange things happening in my own life.
What he said to me next blew my mind honestly, and I’m sure
it will blow yours too.
He said, “I’m here to deliver you a message. You do
something no other person does on the planet. There has only been one other
person in history that has been able to do what you do, and his name was Edgar
Cayce.” I did not know who that was or have any idea what he did. He went on to
tell me that “People who channel, channel a specific entity, but you channel
the God Head.” I stood there like a deer in headlights. I vaguely knew what he
was talking about, but he was putting words to things that I never had words
for. He must have sensed my confusion because he then asked, “When you channel
with people, they have no memory of it later, right?” I nodded yes. “Doesn’t
your body temperature drop dramatically?” I nodded yes. “Haven’t you come close
to dying a few times after channeling with people?” I again nodded yes. I was
stupefied at this point. He went on to tell me that I needed to cut these
sessions off much sooner to protect my body and by not doing that, I was
overwhelming my system which was dangerous for me. He said that I was also
overwhelming the other person’s system who I was channeling for, and that was
why they didn’t have any memory of it later. He stressed that I wouldn’t be
doing anyone any good, especially myself by allowing my channeling sessions to
go on for too long. He said I could die. Apparently, “Spiritual Truth by
Firehose” was not an optimal technique.
As a reminder, this was circa 1990, well before google was
a thing. Kevin Ryerson knew everything that I had been experiencing, and
through his own channeling was directed to how to find me and what message to
give me. That’s how good he was as a channel.
I didn’t tell anyone about what happened that night for
many years. In fact, I chose not to channel anymore after that. I didn’t trust
myself to know when to shut the sessions down. Up until that day, channeling
would happen very randomly. I could not plan it, predict it or initiate it. It
would happen organically when I was having a deep conversation with someone.
Sometimes it would happen at very inopportune times, like when I was driving
with someone in the car and I was behind the wheel. The questions would start
to come and I would answer them one by one, and then my body temperature would
drop and I would start shaking uncontrollably from the cold. I would get
progressively drained to the point where I was at exhaustion. The person I was
channeling for wouldn’t even seem to notice, almost as if they were in a trance
state. But even when I was completely depleted, as crazy as it may sound, I
didn’t think it was my right to end the session. I thought that if someone was
that open and eager to know the Truth, I should allow them to determine when
they were done. It felt selfish otherwise. But I knew that what Kevin Ryerson
told me that night was right. It explained everything. I was just scared for it
to happen again. Sometimes, after a channeling session, it would take me days,
sometimes a week to recover. I knew it was not good for me, but I felt
channeling was a sacred process and I knew I was being used by God, so who was
I to interrupt it?
One example comes to mind specifically; the night I
channeled with my mother, which was about a year before I met Kevin Ryerson. My
step father was in the hospital dying of cancer. My mother and I had just come
home from visiting him when we started having a deep conversation about death.
The questions started coming and I found myself in the same situation, not
knowing how to end the session with her. But this time it was even harder
because of our emotional connection. I just wanted my mother to have every bit
of information I could give her; to help her with what she was going through
and what she was about to face; losing the love of her life. But once again,
the firehose approach proved to be more detrimental than anything else. In
addition to losing her husband, she almost lost her daughter too, and she had
no recollection of what had even happened.
After my discussion with Mr. Ryerson, I was honestly happy
to leave the whole subject behind me. I hadn’t asked for any of this and I
didn’t want it. I certainly didn’t see it as a gift at that time. It was only
complicating my life and causing me fear and confusion. Although I knew that my
abilities were in the service of God, I just figured I would find another way
to serve, and God would find someone better suited for this.
That’s where I left it for 10 years or so.
I may not have known how to appropriately end a channeling
session in a safe and timely way without being a fire hose for God, I did
however, know how to prevent the whole drama from happening in the first place.
Whenever I felt a conversation was leading in that direction, I simply avoided
going there; possibly changing the subject altogether. “Can you excuse me? I
have to use the Ladies room.” or “How ‘bout those Dodgers?”
I was very successful at avoiding the gift I was given.
Then, after many years of using avoidance successfully, I
realized my life wasn’t shaping up to how I wanted it to be. I wasn’t happy and
I never would have thought for a minute that my avoiding channeling, would be connected
to or responsible for that reality in any way. It turned out it absolutely was.
Not channeling was hurting me, and also not helping anyone else.
I decided that I would stop avoiding and try not to get in the way of “something happening” again, but first, I had a serious conversation with God that went something like this: “Don’t let me die!”
In all seriousness, I knew I had to work this out with God to be able to channel, but in a way that was sustainable, and where I felt safe doing it. So, God helped me to modulate the energy coming through me, so I could continue doing it, but in a way where I could manage it better.
That brings me to where I am today. I have been
channeling God and/or Jesus with my clients for many years now. Some know, some
suspect and some have no idea. I find myself selectively mentioning it, which is
actually God’s guidance on the matter. Honestly, it’s not always important that
they know. If they are at the point where they truly want to grow or heal, they will. For my clients who know I channel God, they are able to move through things
quicker I feel. For those not ready to know, they can have a longer road to self-awareness,
growth, healing and creating the life they truly deserve. Although we get the Truth a myriad of ways in our life, because of our own stubbornness to listen, sometimes we end up having to learn the hard way.
What I have learned from my own resistance is that it's futile, causes me a lot of pain, and only prolongs my own fulfillment. Whatever your gift, seize it, even if it scares the Bejesus out of you. Know that there is a way, (and God will help you find it), to do the thing you do best, make a difference in the world, while paving the way for the life you came here to live and that you deserve. It'll all come easier and quicker if you just listen to your inner guidance (God), and say YES.
To The Truth That Sets Us All Free,
Donna Gershman
PS. If you have been dealing with resistance and feel stuck, or finding it hard to move forward in your life, please call my office for a free Consultation at 818-570-1411 or email me at youwillheal@aol.com
