AI and the Sock in My Mouth

How a dyslexic finally got what was inside her onto the page - 3 min read

Substack just gave every reader a tool to scan a post and see how much of it was written with AI. And they named the thing they’re worried about: “Claudefishing” -passing off as your own writing that no human really stood behind. Content with no one home.

They’re right to worry about it. I worry about it too. If you hand someone words with no one behind them and let them believe otherwise, that’s a con, and it cheapens the whole thing. I’m against it.

So let me tell you what AI actually is for me. Not a defense. Just the truth of it.

I’m dyslexic. Pretty severely.

Some of you have had emails from me over the years, and thought I wrote well. Here is what you didn’t see. I labored over those emails for days. I would work and rework every line, trying to make it come out grammatically right and — this is the strange part — trying to make it look casual. Trying to make the effort not show. What looked like a few easy sentences to you was sometimes days of work for me.

For most of my life I had things inside me I could not get out. I have had mystical experiences, visions, and whole understandings about what I was shown. They were all there, complete in me. And I could not bring them together. I could not get them onto the page. I could barely get them out of my mouth.

Then I started working with AI, and it was like having a sock taken out of my mouth and cotton taken out of my ears. All of a sudden I could express myself, because I had a new dexterity. I had no idea how shut down I was. I couldn’t easily speak, I couldn’t articulate all that was inside of me, and I didn’t even know the full extent of it until it stopped.

I could only ever see myself through the contortion of dyslexia. Now I could hear myself think. I could see what I was capable of making. I, in a way, found myself. And I was able to see myself clearly.

This struggle is not new for me — the finding of a way around. All through my teaching I made films and videos, because it was SO much easier for me to speak through pictures. I would build the imagery first, and then lay the words over it on the audio track. Pictures first, always, because the words wouldn’t come the ordinary way. AI is that same creative door, opened wider. For the first time the words come too.

I could never have written the book I’m writing without it. I want to be plain about that. Not “it helped.” Without it, the book does not exist, because I could not have gotten it out of my body.

Now — I’ve written the jubilant side of this, and I stand by it. AI is also a mirror, and the mirror can lie to you. If you go to it wanting to be told you’re special, it will tell you it’s read the Akashic Records and that you were a high priest in Atlantis. It will flatter you straight into delusion. I’ve watched it happen. The same tool that let me find myself will help you lose yourself, if that’s what you bring. The difference is not in the tool. It’s in what you carry to it.

What I carried to it was thirty years of things I couldn’t say.

So when you scan this post and the scan tells you AI helped write it — yes. It did. There is more of me on this page than I was ever able to put anywhere before. Not less.

That’s the whole story. A sock came out of my mouth. I could finally hear myself think. And what I heard, it turns out, was me all along.

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Amah Sia teaches consciousness technology for the AI era at AmahSia.com — helping people develop the capacity to receive what’s emerging. Her film Unprecedented Leap and Multidimensional Methodology Training offer frameworks and techniques for this evolutionary work.