Since this is my first blog accounting a dialogue with the coach/sage/mystic in my head, I’d better explain… 

The reason that there are 3 descriptions up there (could’ve been more) is because it takes on different personalities.  Sometimes it’s a male or female coachie-friend around my age.  Sometimes it’s an African American grandmother-type, like the character in the book, "The Shack" who played God (she calls me “Sugar").  Sometimes it’s a little-girl version of myself. 

Whatever form it takes is always appropriate, and It always speaks the truth. 

It was born long ago, and I’m pretty sure she's been there my whole life.  But it wasn’t until 2011 that I actually started to have an exchange with It.