News Anchor to New Age: How I Transformed from the HeadSpace of News to the HeartSpace of Soul Planning.
Have you ever kept a part of yourself hidden?
I did—for years.
As a journalist, I’m so grateful for the opportunities I’ve had: reporting from the White House, anchoring from Moscow, or interviewing people as they met life’s challenges with grit and grace.
From the start, I was taught to report a news story in a way that you could take it on its merits: my own views were sidelined (and rightly so).
At the same time, I felt some personal encounters begin to surface, after years of simmering away in the background.
I had met my guardian angel at age three.
I have been an egg donor, and while under anesthesia (when the eggs were harvested), I was visited by a warm, soothing grandma figure. She gently assured me that a baby boy was waiting for his new parents; she was right.
And then: I had an OBE (an out-of-body experience) in which I met the soul of a (different) little boy. There was no tunnel of light, nor was I near death. ‘Bobby’ was the son of my childhood friend ‘Jane.’ He was lovingly determined to reach his grieving mother; he said Jane’s deep grief blinded her to the signs he sent. I was no more than a go-between.
I found myself on the Other Side, where I viewed one of his pre-birth Soul Planning sessions. A Soul Plan is a celestial blueprint each of us designs for our upcoming life. I saw Bobby choose his parents, his siblings, and even his birth order. He softly explained why he couldn’t stay (it was nothing Jane had done).
Initially, I wasn’t sure how to process all this, so I did what I’d always done: I wrote. I tend to ‘think through my fingers and scribbled away—at first, my shaky handwriting resembled chicken scratchings as I collected my thoughts and poured out everything I recalled.
Of course, I called Jane and her husband.
But otherwise, I kept silent for years. Why?
My cheeks are burning as I tell you: it was simply ego. The truth was, I would rather you had thought of me as a ‘sensible journalist’ than anything ‘woo’.
I tucked it away, fearful of risking my career. Even though Jane gave me her blessing to write a book, I stalled.
Slowly, I began to share the experience and saw the comfort it brought others. That sparked a shift.
Finally, I sat down to write the book that would become Visit from Heaven. Even so, I tied myself in knots and took a year to muster the courage to use my real name.
That was 2019. News colleagues have mostly been supportive, though a few backed away; they couldn’t reconcile the ‘journalist’ Alicia they knew with the new ‘spiritual’ model (though she had always been there). I have largely stepped away from on-air work and I enjoy showing others how to be their own publicist. When a big news story breaks, I still feel the tug of wanting to ‘run with the herd’, but I cherish my new direction.
Today, I mostly speak about Bobby’s visit, whether to groups or in private sessions. I hold a special space for women who have lost a child (born or unborn). I see them blame themselves and my heart breaks, thinking, if only they knew the magnificence of their souls. These mamas so bravely and selflessly agreed to parent these little ones, who were unsure they would even stay this time around.