Eliza: On Embracing Your Humanity
Yesterday as I strode into my workplace through the foggy blackness
of early morning, a thought occurred to me, “If I didn’t walk-in to this
world, then I will not be walking out.”
Most everyone assumes that they arrive into this world the regular
way, by being birthed and having two physical parents. Last April, I was
told that I was a walk-in soul, who entered into a pre-existing vessel,
after the original occupant left it vacant. Yesterday, I took the time
to check within and intuitively came up with my own answer. I was born
into this world, as a babe within my mother’s belly… my poor suffering
mother, who was alone while her husband was off serving during the
Korean Affair.
Yet, for a time I took the two people who assured me that I had
walked in rather than being born here at their word, not questioning or
listening to how this information resonated with me. Actually that’s not
quite true, as I was always troubled by the concept that I wasn’t a
part of my physical family. And this uneasiness has existed within me
for some months, finally bursting forth last month in a sense of despair
and depression. My heart was unsure of what I was being told, what was
apparently being expected of me… what these other people actually
believed would take place for themselves as well as me.
Even though I didn’t feel very much at home on this planet due to its
low frequencies, there was always something here that caught my heart. A
part of me wanted to linger here despite the enticement of going “home”
to someplace of which I had no memory.
