Daily Archives: June 7, 2015

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Revelations from a Walk

From the perspective of the old.

I just returned from a walk with my baby. Interestingly, this walk seemed to reveal some of what I had missed upon waking.

This exchange is with another member of my soul group. Some would call this my Higher Self, but this feels more like a soul mate relationship to me.

Let me explain a bit about that. When I first me Steven I had a strong and very intense love for him that caused me some confusion. I admit that I got a bit head-over-heels for a bit but this did not last long. I believe this was a purposeful process as at the time I did not love myself and had to learn how to do this. Loving my companion was step one in the process of self love.

I have been concerned about what will happen to me when this process concludes. My companion reminded me of the OBE I had in which I traveled the astral alongside an exact duplicate of myself. During this journey I was able to experience both me’s with ease. In some instances I was both me’s combined, as if the experiences of both were merged. Yet throughout the experience I was very much aware that the other me was different; she had a knowingness and fearlessness I did not have.

It was explained that when this process concludes I will be essentially experiencing life via the other me. I will have more courage, less fear, and more certainty and knowingness. All semblance of the old will be gone. Just like in my OBE, where I was able to immediately transfer my consciousness to the other me except this will happen at the physical level. I will still be me, just better.

I assume at some point all of this will be explained via the New.

Other Memories

There is memory of discussing with my welcome Home party how to ease my transition. I remember asking them to make it comfortable and familiar and to not play any jokes on me (I once read in Life Between Lives an account where a man’s soul group played a joke on him upon his return and made themselves look like Satan. Not funny to me!). I saw in my mind a cottage in a green field. There was smoke rising out of a chimney and a feeling of rest and recuperation associated with it. This is what I feel I need and so it will be provided.

I also understood that I could transfer my consciousness back to my body anytime I needed in order to facilitate the Return. I would not be gone from this physical existence, just resting. This was decided so that I was able to continue to participate in the life I was leaving behind. I would not be a guide, but I would be a presence felt always by the New. Essentially, it will help both of us transition. The Wholeness will in itself be invaluable.

Other Considerations

I do not, personally, feel my Starseed origins, yet it is obvious to me that they exist in some form. I am told that the New has been in stasis while I lived my life. When the New was with me for that week the memories that flooded my consciousness were beyond belief and now that I feel once again “separate” from that part of myself, I have difficulty believing any of it. I suppose when all of this is over the Starseed aspects and all that they entail will be the most noticeable change in me. Right now I feel mostly to be operating on memory of that amazing week and what it revealed. I long to return to that, to feel that wholeness and certainty of purpose once again. I hope that something similar will be the end result of this process. How wonderful that would be. I hear now, “Perhaps it will be better”. Tee-hee!

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Practicing the Exchange

From the perspective of the old.

Last night was an odd night. I spent the majority of the night doing some kind of strange transfer into and out of my body. I did this over and over again, but it left me with such an odd, indescribable, foreign feeling that I then spent the rest of the night into the morning in deep conversation with my guide about what we were doing. I specifically went over and over the dream and the in/out of body experiences over and over in order to remember them. Unfortunately, upon waking at 4:50am, the images and specifics of the conversations, dreams and experiences vanished.

It is odd how my memory is being blocked. I remember a summary of what we were doing, but it is very limited. I remember nothing past this feeling of what occurred. Images sometimes come but as soon as I “catch” them, they seem to dematerialize, leaving me with only questions.

Practice

When I awoke, my guide was close and calming me down. I even recall hearing a song being sung gently, though it was in a language I did not understand and the melody appeared to be linked to the language rather than a song itself. It instantly soothed me and I regained the ability to detach from my emotions.

The in and out transfer had me very concerned. I am comfortable with the sensations related to leaving the body to venture into the astral, but this sensation was just beyond bizarre. It felt like I was being nudged out of my body, like someone else was pushing their energy in and so I would just kinda pop out. This in itself was not the strangest part, though. What was really weird was the feeling of totally amnesia, confusion and disorientation that resulted immediately upon my recognizing I was OOB. And I recognized immediately every time. When these feelings would come I would protest being OOB and grapple for some kind of memory to help me recover what I had lost. What is strange here is that I did not specifically want my body back, I just wanted myself back.

The memory of it is very vague now, which I think is purposeful based upon the upset it caused me. I do not scare easily. While OOB I usually confront the unknown or dark aspects of myself without hesitation. This experience, however, reminded me of what I suspect happens when someone actually dies unexpectedly. The memory feeling I have is that when we die we enter into a state of amnesia similar to when we come into the body as a baby. This amnesia is generally short-lived, though, as we have guides and family awaiting us to help us transition quickly.

It was explained to me that we had been practicing the transfer and had been doing so for many nights prior to this. I was being allowed to remember in small chunks in order to keep the overwhelm to a minimum.

I was again asked if I was in still in agreement and it was explained to me that I did not have to do anything I did not want to do. I wholeheartedly agreed that I still wanted to go through with the transfer. There was no hesitation or doubt at all.

Pricking Chakra Activity

I was asked to lay flat and try to return to sleep. I did lay flat but felt very energized for some reason and it took me a while to get near sleep. When I did, I felt a strange pricking sensation in my abdominal area. The sensation was centered over my second chakra but was also around my third chakra. It felt like a million tiny needles were lightly pressed up against my skin. I have never felt chakra sensations like it!

Something about the sensations caused me to remember part of the strange feeling I had when I left my body. It was similar to how one feels when all the blood comes out of their head, like a trickling, prickly, progressive flow out. I understood then that the reason these particular exit sensations were different is because I was literally disengaging from the lower three chakras. Completely disconnecting from the physical-spiritual docking mechanism. In essence, I was unplugging myself from the body.

This realization created an overwhelm in me and the meaning of it hit home hard: This really was an energy transfer. I really was going to “leave”. But where would I go? What would happen?

I heard the song/words and the gentle melody caused an instant relaxing. My worry was replaced immediately with knowingness and a peace that is indescribable.

I appealed to my Council who responded quickly. Their message was short and to the point. They confirmed that I would be coming Home soon and related that they were eager for this to take place. I had so many questions and was unable to remain centered on my heart the entire time, so much of what they told me is lost now.

My guide, or the New me, was close and comforting. He began asking me about my childhood and memories of it began to surface. He asked me again if I remembered him. I did not, do not, and this upsets me. He reminded me that he had been with me from the beginning and assisted me through some very tough times. While we talked, I saw my early childhood memories flash in my mind. I also began to finish thoughts for him. For example, he said, “We planned this” and I said, “And I am done now”.

As we talked I became so relaxed that I began to drift off to sleep. I remember vaguely discussing some future issues related to Nevada, Utah and the sea levels in Japan. I can still see the maps of the state of Nevada but I can’t remember what exactly was imparted to me.