If you’ve known me and my work, you know that I talk to something I call Source. I begged it for decades to allow me to do the work for it, and today I get all my knowledge from it.
Our conversations happen on many levels, feelings, premonitions, dreams, stuff showing up when I need to deal with it, and also through things that I initiate: muscle testing yes/no answers.
A few days ago I spent some time, not long, I ran out of intelligent questions. The question I wanted an answer to: who or what are you?
Source said it is physical, even though it has no particles, no shape, no volume, no… whatever would make it physical in my world. And it is sentient.