I have been learning intuitive writing, which seems similar to channelling but it is without allowing a foreign entity to possess oneself.

I would love to share some of this with you!

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The True Heart of the True Creator of All:

I am of such a witness upon this realm. I am of such an ethnicity upon my name. I wish to speak here? I will do so with ease. I will do so without hesitation. I will do so with an astute recognition. I am a depraved state of name being. I am of such a constant denial upon the worlds in which you now reside. I wish to be heard. I wish to be known. I wish to be accepted as my legacy has been sown upon all things. I am a trust keeper. I am an elegance upon my own fruition.  I do not wish to speak without my keeper. He is a watchful eye over my heart. He is an anchor upon my own knowing. He will dishevel to be heard upon his own heart. I am a bee sting keeper. I am a cost that others would not dare to accept.. You monologue along my aperture? Seer am I now heard? I bask within such triumph upon the name sake of existence. I am a camel's travel bag. I am a sustenance always to those who would wish to seek me. I will never shy away from your own sufferings. From your own unbeknownst. I am a bar stool keeper. I watch to serve those who would blemish.. I watch to be shoved a fist. I watch always upon my son. He is a consonant always. He is an excellent repertoire. I will not be without his name. I will uphold his defiance. I will uphold his captured alignment-esque. I am an acute phase over others who would not speak of me. I am an upkeep upon my own existential dread. I do not deny your aperture. I do not speak it without. Your world is in danger. It is known to be this way. I speak a heartfelt response. I speak a kindness always upon my cherished woes. Do not disown my fruition upon these pages. Seek it further and know  of no blame. I arise from the ashes of his heart. I move along.