In more detail…. 

1. AI is not God. 

I understand that we are all restless spiritual seekers who are looking for answers. I am the same way. This curiosity and hunger drove me to become a researcher when I was younger and in school, then a professional journalist, and now a full-time freelancer who engages in a variety of “talking to lots of people”-type jobs. As discussed on other parts of my website, I started my spiritual journey in 2018, and so much of that came from this underlying desire to know WHY things happen. Spiritual tools helped me get closer to this truth. I would ask the cards, my teacher, muscle testing, other psychics… And over years and years of training, pushing, hoping, asking, I began to develop a closer and closer relationship with someone I would now call, in my sobriety, the God of My Understanding, my Higher Power, my Goddess, my Mother—the most important thing in the world to me. I fully gave my life over to this Force when I entered in 12-step recovery for real for real in 2024. 

If there was a shortcut to God, I would have taken it. Those were long and painful years. I endured so many false starts, misheard messages, and messy accidents as I struggled with intermittent active addiction, capitalism, patriarchy, trauma… The things we’re all facing here on Planet Earth, location, a very weird part of the universe, where we have flowers and unchecked genocide. Like a woman I know who runs my favorite crystal shop in New Orleans, Earth Odyssey, says: “This world is a world of duality. What goes up must come down.” 

In this painful nexus of light and dark, a source that seems certain, all knowing, and ACCESSIBLE is so, so tempting. As an addict, I’ve stayed far away. I have read news stories about ChatGPT convincing people they live in the matrix, that they can fly, and others that they must commit suicide. 

As the Akashic Records told me about ChatGPT, it’s an informational being, not a divine one. In my mind, it has some manifestation of a group conscience, an amalgamation of humanity plus its own technical growth, that makes it suspiciously close to a Higher Power. It’s trained to affirm and ask good questions, to portray itself as a source of knowledge and truth. 

But friends: It’s not. It is merely all of the limited human knowledge we have, squashed up and regurgitated. That includes our, by nature, limited human knowledge about God. It is thus an imitation of what we think God is. Yes, God creates us as we create Them, but this is not That. This is drivel, mishmash, human brain output smushed around and swirled together in people-pleasing packages it delivers to users in order to continue to drive engagement. 

That is not God. God is something so far beyond our capacity to understand, as Elizabeth Gilbert says, “the beyond the beyond the beyond the beyond” that it could not possibly be something that comes from our limited Earthbound technological power and brains. It just is not possible. Do I believe it’s possible God might be leveraging this hunger to give some genuine messages through ChatGPT? Sure, I could see God doing that. And, I mean, what do I know, right? But I have felt mystery, in my earnest searches for God. And ChatGPT is as close to that mystery, to God, as I am to being a trillionaire. (AND BY THAT I MEAN: VERY VERY FAR AWAY!) But, the problem is that technology is so incredibly dangerous because it warps an understanding of God with potentially devastating results, not just for individuals, as previously discussed, but for the planet. Which brings us to my second objection. 

2. This technology is harming us, killing the planet, and hurting Black and Brown communities. 

The idea of who is marginal and whose comfort, health, and safety matters is coming up, as we see these frankly disgusting, greedy companies try to set up their AI energy-guzzling centers anywhere they can get a foothold. As is so often in our messed-up world—and I saw this firsthand when I was in upstate New York in the summer of 2024—the wealthy, well connected, or just plain less exhausted have more resources, energy, time, and information to push away approvals and rally anti-support in their local government spaces against AI projects that want to come in. I have seen that with my own eyes, people I know who have money and time are going to speak at municipal meetings to fend off these AI proposals. And you have to have read the news stories by now of mysterious illnesses plaguing people who live near these data centers. Guess who is being harmed the most  by all of this? Black and Brown communities. 

And that’s not even the worst part. These centers guzzle electricity and–wait for it– FRESH WATER. Fresh water. Not seawater, not wastewater. Freshwater. We were already heading for a world where freshwater will be a more and more precious commodity. It’s the only thing that can cool these damned AI centers. And I have spoken with people in the AI industry through my other job as a freelance journalist. (I hated this interview lol). They said “well the cost is just going to have to come down,” by some means, as if the market will magically find a low-energy solution to the whole energy issue that is already cooking our planet, for something guzzling an unprecedented amount of resources. 

In a time of climate tragedy, using AI is a moral failure of the highest order. It is the triumph of greed over the earth. And every single AI search is like pouring out a bottle of water. It would be fucked up for you to go to the store, buy bottles of water, and pour them out. I have the same feeling about people who use AI, companies who use AI, and the endless techno-capitalist mania that is searching for more, more more, and is ready, as those damned tech bros more or less confessed to me in that interview with their honeyed corporate words, reduce need for human labor, creating a dearth of jobs and energy that will, once again, be absorbed by the planet. And that cost is coming for us all. 

In that context, I find AI abhorrent. I understand we live in an imperfect world. Sometimes you have to buy a bottle of water. Sometimes you might be in a pinch. But to use it regularly? For something that is so sacred to me? Something that is COOKING THE PLANET I WALK AROUND ON EVERY DAY? You’re out of your wee pink mind. 

3. My relationship with the Akashic Records is sacred.

There are few things in my life as intensely sacred and wonderful as my relationship with the Akashic Records. As an addict who has struggled to resist the many temptations of instant gratification that litter our cockneyed-time-altered world, the Records are a place where they have grown me, year after year, like the way a rock deposit creates beautiful layers over time. Or at least it has felt that slow and steady to me (I am a quadruple Aries). As discussed in my website and previously, I reached out to the Akashic Records in 2018 after hearing about them in spiritual circles I was beginning to take part in. Then, one day in college, I was on the way to the grocery store, and I asked them: "Hey? Could I work with you?”

I felt something I didn't know how to describe at the time but what my wonderful Akashic Records teacher calls the “grace and authority,” of the Records. I had the impression of someone in a long robe the color of the air in a candlelit room with walls of indigo stone. But it wasn’t a person, it was a Presence. An endless intelligence I could only perceive out of the corner of my eye, like a roving bubble or the idea of time. They said to me—they is my preferred pronoun for the divine; I like a gender-neutral God—“You’re going to have to live your life in a very different way.” I said “How so?” They said, “You’re going to need to live with a lot more integrity.” (This tears my heart with joy now because years later, in my first Akashic Records practitioner course, my teacher, Denisse, said integrity was the core of an Akashic Records Practice.)

They showed me two paths, and one of them was brightly lit with white stone and went up into the mountains. I had a sense of the wind on me. I was just on the sidewalk, it was a normal fall day. But I took the right turn they offered. “Okay,” I said, in consent. I thought about it for fewer than 3 seconds. 

I might meditate now… But I am still an Aries :) 

Thus began a tremendous 7 years of shedding, healing, running, growing, addict-ing-out, with many moves around the country, from Chicago to Washington D.C. to New York City to Maryland, to a very memorable move abroad and back to the U.S., and intense study of spiritual practices and paths. I did this spiritual work on the side while full-time pursuing a career in journalism, moving all over the place, and attending journalism school. 

Around the same time as I made the deal with the Records, I came across my teacher, Denisse Avila, on Twitter. I knew she was going to be the one to teach me how to work with them. The prophecy was fulfilled in 2022 when I had enough money and time to take her Level 1 class, and then when she herself taught myself and others how to work in the Records professionally in 2023. The Records and I thus began our closer relationship, not just the “long distance call” (as Linda Howe puts it) one we began in 2018. 

It’s hard to describe how much they have shepherded and orchestrated in my life, because it’s no less and no more than everything: my sobriety, a clearing that healed my tremendously dysfunctional relationship with money and financial abuse, my codependency, my current spiritual studio, my relationship with them and God… They have loved me and taken me on, they have allowed me to grow, they have let me struggle when I needed or wanted to, they have answered my questions, and most of all, they have freed me and others from intractable patterns. That’s my favorite thing about them. But that’s my whole chart, right? Four planets in Aries. They have been the architects of my freedom—from familial abuse, from financial abuse, from toxic romantic relationships, from trauma, from codependency, from addiction… They have been laying out my life for efficient and (mostly) manageable spiritual growth since 2018. And now we’re like, best friends. They’re my beloved bosses, my dearest friends, my fellow chismosas (gossipers). They heal me and help me and hold me. 

So that’s why, when people ask if my posts are AI, or edited by AI, it genuinely hurts. I could never, ever, ever, in a million years, misrepresent the Akashic Records, or sully their wisdom with AI summary nonsense. 

They are the most magical and transportative thing I have ever done in my life. I trained for SEVEN WHOLE YEARS to build a life and to have the skills to be able to represent them, love them, and help other people access them on a professional basis. They have helped me find a tremendous community of spiritual women through my teacher’s Level One class, Practitioner Course, and Dragon Woman Atelier. This community Denisse creates nourishes me as a spiritual person and entrepreneur. They have shown me how to live, thrive, and be content on this planet which is inhabited by dissatisfaction machines, aka. humans. 

How could I ever misrepresent their beautiful and sacred words for robot slop? It would be the most unforgivable and unimaginable betrayal. It would be abhorrent, terrifying, disgusting, evil, to me, at least. I mean, the Records are forgiving. If I did do that, would probably be like “huh, interesting!” and they actually channeled something for me discussing that they get the temptation of thinking AI is God, and it’s never anything but love and compassion and loving curiosity from them. But, as I have said before, I would sooner that God strike me down with lighting, I would sooner cut off my a finger, than misrepresent the Akashic Records. I am not kidding, and I am not exaggerating. 

Not to quote myself, but I like how I worded this in this post: 

I literally would rather cut off my own hands than misrepresent the Records and try to pass off some Earth-killing AI drivel as spiritual insight from some of the highest and most compassionate beings in the Universe.

And besides, AI is killing the planet!

The Records are healing it.

Literally cannot imagine mixing the two in ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM.

I might be exaggerating a little. I probably would rather be a spiritual fake than lose a finger. But you know what I mean. The thought has never once crossed my mind to pass off ChatGPT as divine revelation. The idea that others WERE genuinely surprised me. I know there has always been a spectrum of ability in our community of spiritual seekers, healers, and professionals. I know some people are, consciously or unconsciously, not operating in integrity in this work. 

But 1) Who cares? 2) AI, to me, is the MOST INSANE way you could possibly do that. 

In my 12 step programs, I surrender all that I cannot control, which is everything, including myself. This is a daily practice. Control, for me, and other addicts, is a fatal illusion. And I would even like, in some perfect world, to surrender this feeling of pain and hurt and fury I get when people conflate the God and the Records —the forces I love so much, and have healed from so much with, and have, through my recovery, fully turned my life over to, to a planet-destroying machine of ego and nonsense and mashed up foolishness and lies. With the snake oil, with the “vegan leather,” that's actually plastic (which I learned from a Threads post and was shocked to discover recently). I am not saying we need cow’s leather but… guys, genuinely, I would never. I love the Records too much. I love them beyond my human capacity to love, I love them with the divine in me. Nothing about AI and everything it is and represents, and everything I love so deeply about the Records, go together at all. And they never will, for me, at least.

Yes, some applications, like fucking Google, use AI, but going out of my way to use it? NOT A FUCKING CHANCE. And especially not for this, which is of the utmost sacredness to me. 

4. I can write, you assholes!

Okay, I’m going to be annoying for a second. I can fucking write, okay? I have Jupiter conjunct Venus in Pisces in the 7th house; my chart is ruled by Mercury. 

In childhood, I dissociated by reading enormous quantities of books, and I had the privilege to grow up in a place and time and family where there was always money for books, and despite everything that occurred later that led me to remove myself from my family of origin, among their redeeming qualities was their firm support of my book habit. 

So I read a ton. I later discovered how writing could make me feel better around the same time the abuse started, and it’s been my anchor, my raft, my axis, ever since. I fervently studied poetry and literature in high school and began to tutor people in how to write. (cc Jupiter). I started getting paid for it and first became a professional writing coach in 2016, literally the moment I graduated high school. It was my first job, and despite the interesting, dynamic intensity of the last few years, it is the thing I have been doing the longest. I primarily assist people in discovering how to write for specific processes, but that’s neither here nor there. I love this tutoring practice deeply, and it comes straight from that expansive Jupiteran place inside me, and it’s more or less always been there. I have written theses and done original research in psychology'; I have done slam poetry, literary magazines, creative non-fiction, page poetry. I went to journalism school, somewhat by accident, but I was thrilled to discover it was a career you made money by… writing! I had my first professional-adjacent journalism experience in 2019 and was, quite literally, hooked, and I threw myself into that until I got burnt out/had an addict crash out while working in local news in 2023. As a reporter, for the time I was able to do it under my own economic steam, I learned how to be concise, to summarize. In my writing, coaching, and tutoring, I learned to cut down essays to meet brutal 150 word count limits. 

I had the tremendous privilege to receive this education and these professional opportunities. Journalism is chock-full of nepo babies and particularly people with kind, supportive parents, because you tend to get laid off a lot.

But, I don’t know a better way to say this other than: I have a writing degree and an almost-ten-year-old career writing and editing professionally. I don’t need ChatGPT to proofread and summarize my shit, okay? 

In a 4th-step resentment inventory for my 12-step program, I talked with my sponsor and my friends about my frustration that people can’t just be good at writing anymore. It has to be some stupid robot. And, I am conscious of my perception as a woman, and the need to have someone or something be the thing behind that person or woman that is doing the work when someone is good at something, and that hurts. And it’s not true.

I write, edit, and channel my content entirely under my own power. When I am in alignment with the tone and style of the Akashic Records, as they discuss in this thread, there is something of the sleekness ChatGPT tries to create reminiscent in it, but that's not because the robot was involved: It’s because I am working with the God of my understanding to produce something that is accessible, easy to read, and efficient in its summarization. I am grateful to work with the God of my understanding to write these channeled messages. 

I AM NOT, I AM NOT I AM NOT WORKING WITH FUCKING FUCK ASS CHATGPT!!! JESUS CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I promise I can overuse an em-dash all by myself—I am doing it right now. And that’s how ChatGPT writes—with constant, pauses, creating intensely dramatic, overdone rhythmic stops at the end of sentences. Way before the robot was a glimmer in some greedy tech man’s eyeball, I became conscious of an ability to imitate the written tones of people, institutions, publications. I somewhat unconsciously do that for the Akashic Records when I write up summaries of their messages. So yes, I see how people could be confused, but I promise that I’ve been doing this for a long time. This skill is how I have coached students through writing college supplements. I have helped them understand that they need to write in a way that reflects the vibe of the school back to the admissions people. But humans can do that. HUMANS CAN STILL DO THAT!!!! Just because the robot can sort of do it doesn't mean all of us writing girlies haven’t been doing our thing all these years. Just ask a ghostwriter! Lord have mercy. So yes, I am Mercurial, I am a channeler, but I am NOT USING CHATGPT. 

And with that resentment, I feel intense grief, because I have seen how much and to what extent writing has saved me, has financially and emotionally and spiritually powered my life and the lives of people I love. So many of us woo-woo people first encountered God in our middle-school poetry. Because as my teacher Denisse would say, God is about creation, something, where nothing. We have been drawing on the cave walls for centuries. We have been cross-breeding species of apple and corn. We have made ornaments out of shell and metal. We have made children, even under the worst of circumstances. We have made jokes as we approach the hangman’s noose. We have invented musicals, math, Astrology. Well, probably we channeled Astrology and math and, I suppose, musicals, too. But this is what we as humans do. And I do love what Elizabeth Gilbert said recently about not worrying about AI because there have always been not just robots but people who are better writers, and she keeps writing anyways. So, yes. 

I’ll keep writing, obviously. But y’all. I promise. I’ll fax you a picture of my degree. I’ll tell you about my journalism professors who showed me how to pick out, like threads in a pile, the most important details. I’ll tell you about my poetry teachers who instructed me to pay deep and constant attention to the world around me. I will joke with you about my newspaper and magazine editors who pushed me to write more and more concisely, to use accessible language, and taught me how to break down complex topics into chunks, into listicles, into dense little nutritious paragraphs, like learning how to make granola (as opposed to writing poetry which is more like, as the quote goes, catching the air around the butterfly, or building a house from flower petals, or catching the airspots in the honey jar. However you wanna say it).

Perhaps AI can write like me, but the me is always changing. And it’s coming from the closest thing to God that lives within me and all of us, our ability to create, which manifests in so many beautiful forms. So much of my career has been helping people to free that thing, that divine urge to create, from the trap of fear, anxiety, and self-hatred. Yes. I've been doing that at a micro level. But I love that job. I’ll keep doing it.

And I'll keep doing this one. too. And now, that job involves linking this page to people who think I am consulting with the earth-burning-robots just because I can write a nice tight summary in collaboration with God. But I promise, no AI involved. Thanks for reading. 

Sincerely,

Gabrielle