I first heard the voice of God in 1988. I was sitting in my back yard reading a book when this big booming voice interrupted with, “I am God and I will not come to you by any other name.” I felt like the voice was everywhere – inside of me as well as in the sky around me. I was so frightened that I ran in my bedroom to hide.

This was not the first time that I heard voices. I had been communicating with my own spirit guide or soul for about a year. I guess my depth of fear regarding God, and all that he represented to me at the time, was just too much.

I spent two days trying to avoid the voice of God, which was patiently waiting for me to respond. By the second day I was exhausted from lack of sleep and decided to give in and talk with him. This turned out to be the greatest gift and best decision of my life.

In the beginning the voice of God would wake me in the middle of the night and tell me it was time to write. He said I had promised to do this work (I assumed he/she/it* was talking about the soul/spirit me). I would drag myself up to a sitting position and watch in amazement as my hand flew across the page, while I tried to keep up by reading what was being written.

It was always so much fun to wake up the next morning and grab my notebook to see what God had written during the night. After some time the voice stopped waking me and I became comfortable picking up my pen and writing for God first thing in the morning. I think in the beginning I had to be awakened while still semi-conscious from sleep so I wouldn’t object too much to the information that was being channeled through me.

As I grew less and less afraid (and more trusting) of God, he/she/it was able to communicate greater information. Some of the information is quit controversial, but I felt it important to just let it be and not censor it. I present the writings to you as they were given to me.

For privacy reasons I am using a pen name. I asked God for a good pen name and he guided me to Liane, which (I was told) in Hebrew means “God has answered.”

At one point I became a little concerned about my sanity in all this, so I went to a hypnotherapist to find out what I was doing. Under hypnosis I saw this incredibly huge beam of light with a voice coming from within it. It was a giant “loving light” and felt so comforting and kind. It felt like that’s where I came from. After that I stopped worrying about my sanity.  If this is crazy, I think it’s a very good kind of crazy to be….

In loving light, Liane

*The voice has always sounded masculine to me, since childhood I had been taught that God was masculine so I’m sure that’s why I heard what I could accept at the time. However, God assures me that he/she/it is absolutely everything that you can and cannot imagine.