Dancing with the Universe
In a blindfold with two left feet
(This post was originally published on my Substack, pameladellpalmer.substack.com on March 26, 2026)
Following divine guidance, I’ve found, can be a bit like walking a maze with your eyes closed and your hands tied behind your back. Bouncing off of one wall, then the next, as you try to make your way through.
Years ago, I learned a valuable lesson when I walked the stone labyrinth at the Edgar Cayce Center in Virginia Beach. It’s intended, I think, as a walking meditation. You follow the path in the brickwork patio (if you want to – or you can also just walk across it and ignore the design).
It should have been easy. Except, I kept getting surprised. Maybe I wasn’t paying close enough attention, or maybe it’s the way the light plays off the bricks, but time after time I thought I was on a straight stretch, when all of a sudden, the path turned and I had to make a quick pivot.
This has been my experience, over and over, as I try to follow the path my soul has intended for me.
In 2015, I published my nineteenth paranormal romance novel, then my guides shut me down. No more writing, no more exercising. How did I know, you might ask? It was a combination of things.
Popularity in paranormal romance (my genre) had tanked and I had no story ideas percolating outside of it, at least none that were working.
I started getting the message from my guides to cease my regular exercise routine, in particular the biking that I was just starting to do in preparation for a bike tour of Europe that my then-husband and I had committed to.
I needed to be able to get in biking shape for this trip! My guides just said, “Trust us. You’ll be fine.” Uhn.
I hadn’t ridden a bike in years, had just bought one specifically to get ready for this trip, which would require up to 30 miles of riding a day, for a week, and I was supposed to trust that I’d just, miraculously be up for it? I was in good shape, but, still…
But I’d committed to following divine guidance, so I said okay. I basically quit riding the bike (which I didn’t like, anyway), and decided to trust my guides that I’d be able to keep up with the others on the tour when the time came.
As it turned out, my guides came through with flying colors. I was a beast on that tour. Well, not a beast, but I kept up fine and didn’t embarrass myself, except for that one time when I ran into the wall of a tunnel because I’d gone into it with sunglasses on and couldn’t see a thing.
Anyway, I understood why I was being told to stop doing things. When we’re focused on doing, we’re rarely focused internally.
I loved being productive, so they either had to coax me off the hamster wheel, or yank me off, which probably would have been a lot more painful.
I came willingly, if not altogether happily. I’d put so much work into my writing career, and I badly wanted to keep writing. But the story ideas had evaporated. They’d been moved fully out of my reach.
It was time for me to turn inward, to do the internal work — the healing, the rooting out and deleting of the old programs running in my subconscious. It was time for me to learn who I was, what I needed, and to begin the journey into the unknown that would soon define that time of my life.
I didn’t surrender easily or quickly, not entirely. I pulled on the reins for a good long time, still trying to do something. But they kept sitting on me. Literally. I’d be lying flat on the sofa without enough energy to even sit up. And then suddenly I had energy again.
Finally, finally, I quit fighting and just gave in. For starters, I really loved all that I was learning about the Universe, and myself. I was fascinated.
Then Covid happened and the entire world kind of got sat on for a couple of years. Which was nice. Inactivity loves company.
So I spent years channeling for myself, taking classes from spiritual teachers of all kinds, learning all that I could learn about the universe. And doing way too many jigsaw puzzles.
Then, a couple of years ago, I was told I could go back to exercising. Thanks? (I’d tried on my own numerous times and been stopped. Usually, pretty gently, like the time I walked into a pothole and fell to my knees in the middle of the street with a truck coming…about two miles an hour. He stopped. I sighed, stood up, brushed myself off, and finished crossing the street, nothing bruised but my pride.)
And then, the messages began to arrive telling me that it was time to get productive again. Yay! “Doing what?” I asked. I still had no story ideas. And to be honest, I’d gotten pretty used to doing very little with my days, and had found that it wasn’t such a bad way to live. A little boring, but that was okay. There were always jigsaw puzzles.
My guides had a little bit of a challenge on their hands, with me, at this point. They’d stopped me cold for years, and now I was a bit like a car that’s been in the garage, undriven, for too long. You don’t just jump in, start it up, and take off. The tires need air, the tank needs gas, and the engine probably needs a tune-up.
I knew they wanted me to get moving again, but this is where dancing with the Universe can feel like a trip into a funhouse hall of mirrors. Because, not only is communication through the veil imperfect. But, also, my guides don’t always agree.
A year ago, in the spring of 2025, I attended the Pathways Expo in the D.C. area and had three readings from different psychics who all gave me virtually the same message: “You need to start writing and getting your writing out there! Your voice needs to be heard.”
All three were quite adamant, and none of them knew me at all. There was no doubt in my mind that my guides were speaking through them.
Now, I’d been thinking about blogging about my journey ever since 2017, when I was guided out of my home and my marriage of 36 years to follow divine guidance full-time, without a home. (For that story, which I’m still telling, chapter by chapter, head over to my website pameladellpalmer.com and check out the On the Road posts.)
But the time never seemed right to start the blog, and the words were never there. The project had no energy, so I waited. And waited. And waited.
Last spring, I thought maybe, at last, it was time.
I checked in with my guides when I got home from the Pathways Expo. I do this in a variety of ways, depending on what’s calling me. I used oracle cards that night and got a very mixed message. “Yes, move!” “No, wait.”
Huh?
So I channeled to get some clarity, and realized my guides were not in agreement, which I’ve had happen before. We tend to think of Spirit as all-knowing and all-seeing, and they’re not. They have a much better perspective than we in human form do. But they have their own opinions and perspectives on things, and while I think they’re generally in agreement with regards to me (who knows?), they were not in this.
Archangel Michael, who is one of my primary guides, was definitely behind the push for me to ‘get going’ on that blog project. He’s a bit of a drill sergeant, and that evening, he carried what I think of as the dad energy, in this debate. He told me that my voice needed to be heard by those who were ready to hear it. Get moving!
But there was a dissenting opinion and when I felt into who was saying ‘wait,’ I sensed a very high-vibrational feminine collective. I call them my highest guides.
“What’s up?” I asked them.
“You could launch this website now, but it’s going to be more difficult. The time is not quite optimum. Why not wait until it’s a little easier?”
This sounded so much like the dynamic I used to have with my parents. Me saying, “I think I’ll get an engineering degree,” to which my dad replied, “That’s my girl. You can do anything,” only for Mom to say, “Oh, honey, don’t you want to do something easier? Like be a lawyer?”
I’ve always liked a challenge, so I went ahead and set up the website and launched my blog. For a few months, the words flowed. Between May and August, I published thirty-eight posts, including those first three chapters of On the Road – my story of the two years I intentionally spent without a home, from 2017-2019.
I was on fire. I loved being productive again!
But then I took a break from the writing for a couple of weeks, when I went out of town late summer, and the energy was gone when I got back. I don’t mean my energy. I felt fine. But the energy that fuels a project was missing again.
It’s hard to explain what that means. I wasn’t excited about it anymore, and when I sat down to write, the words simply weren’t there.
The path of the labyrinth had turned.
I’d seen this many times before and knew that I needed to be patient and wait for the path to turn again.
Then January 2026 came around. I bought a 2026 Year Ahead Tarot Reading from the gifted Loy Jones (loyjones.com), and one of the journal prompts was: “Where in my life am I standing at a crossroads right now?”
It didn’t feel like a crossroads, exactly, but I got an emotional hit from the question, so I closed my eyes, tuned in, and saw myself standing in nothingness. A void. I got the sense of infinite possibilities, that I could literally go in any direction, but I had no compass. No map. No sense of what was out there, in any direction. I didn’t know which way to go, so I was just standing there.
Then I felt something pulling me, like a strong magnet hauling me up and out of the void. I sensed that it was the energy of my writing, my blogging.
There was no fighting it, and I had no desire to. The vision ended with the magnet spitting me out into a landscape that was rich and bright, with quaint buildings. I didn’t see any people, but I sensed they were there somewhere.
The message of the vision was clear and strong. Writing was my way out of the void. My only path.
So I started and stalled with several more posts. The words still wouldn’t come. What the heck?
A clue came some weeks later when Facebook began dropping the most beautifully written spiritual teaching posts into my feed by a woman named Adrianna Garay. If you’re on Facebook, follow me at facebook.com/pameladellpalmer and I’ll share some of my favorites of her posts with you there.
These were the kinds of teaching posts I wanted to write! The kind I was trying to write. But then it dawned on me. I’m not here to be a spiritual teacher. That’s not my soul mission. At least not directly.
I’m a Guide.
What’s the difference? As I understand it, a Guide teaches by example, rather than just by insight, wisdom, or understanding. If you hire a guide to lead you through the jungle, you’d like one who’s actually done it.
My goal is to be that kind of guide. To actually master manifestation, to actually figure out how it all works, then to live a fabulous life and show you how to do that, too.
I’ve been working at figuring this out for years now, with varying degrees of success. But it’s finally time for me to bring you along, to share my failures as well my successes, because how else do we learn?
In hindsight, I think this is why I got all the starting and stopping this past year. Yes, start writing! But, no, not that. Hold up while we send you the right journal prompts, the right messages, the needed epiphanies. Now, go! No, wait, you’re fixated on the wrong kinds of posts. Let’s see if we can get you to understand.”
While my guides were guiding, I returned to my jigsaw puzzles and Elizabeth April videos. And that’s when I got the butt-kicking from my future self (which I wrote about in an earlier post), thanks to another of Loy Jones’ powerful journal prompts.
Within twenty-four hours, I’d set up Substack (which felt like the better platform for the kind of story I wanted to tell – my own story, my own journey), and posted my first post.
As you can probably tell, the words are pouring forth again, so I’m hopeful that I’m finally on the path that my higher self most wants me on. At least for now. Although there will still be pivots and turns.
None of our paths are ever a straight line, as much as we might wish otherwise. The twists and turns keep us on our toes, encouraging us to remain light on our feet, and to pay attention.
That’s the only way to dance with the Universe.
After all, the only constant in life is change.