The Soul’s Arrival: A Pre-Birth Memory

The Beginning

From a very young age, a yearning gnawed at me—a longing for a home I had only seen in dreams, where I was safe, loved, and seen.

It was the opposite of the home I knew on Earth. Here, the air hung heavy, starkly contrasting the freedom I yearned for. It left me wondering how I ended up here, far from the haven etched in my memory. 

From before I could speak, I felt like a misplaced puzzle piece in my family. As I grew older, conversations flowed around me, yet my attempts to join in were met with confused glances or forced smiles. It was like I spoke a foreign language, one of dreams and aspirations that no one else seemed to know. This constant feeling of being on the outside fostered a deep loneliness within me. An unnamed ache—a longing for a home that I had only seen in dreams, a place where I was safe. I craved a connection that transcended the superficial, where I could be myself, wholly and truly seen. During childhood, I often imagined running away. Running to somewhere I belonged. I was homesick, but where was home? This very experience of not fitting in with my family spurred me to dream of a different kind of life.

Our family moved a lot. The constant relocations became a way of life, a shield against vulnerability. I believed I could escape judgment and criticism by cloaking myself in invisibility or being a chameleon. For a while, it worked. Each new town offered a clean slate, a chance to reinvent myself. But a gnawing loneliness began to take root. The superficial connections I formed progressed only to a certain point. True friendship, I realized, required a level of vulnerability I wasn't willing to risk.

The invisibility that initially felt like a shield was slowly morphing into a prison, isolating me from the connections I craved. Though darkness swirled around me, my spirit craved color and vibrancy. I raced from one experience to the next, chasing any sensation that promised a flicker of joy, a reminder that a better life existed beyond the storm.

This loneliness and inner discontent became the compass that guided my life's journey. I was always seeking.  

When I was five, I had my first mystical out-of-body vision, and this direct experience of God's unconditional love became the backdrop of my existence, like an ever-flowing stream that served as an anchor in the stormy seas of my human family. My first mystical experience occurred amidst the utter boredom of my first Catholic Mass on a snowy Christmas Day. The atmosphere potent with the mingled scents of incense and damp wool coats, a strange and unsettling perfume to my young senses.

I sat in the cold, hard, crowded wooden pew, its edges digging into my thighs. The backs of black suits, dresses, and hats rose like a dark forest before me, blocking my view of the service. The mumbled Latin chants and murmured prayers swirled around me, a meaningless drone that did nothing to soothe my restless spirit. I longed to be anywhere else but trapped in this bewildering experience, dwarfed by giants.

I tried to see anything beyond those massive adult bodies surrounding me, tilting my head back to look at the soft blue paint of the domed ceiling, its surface softly cracked and faded with age. My gaze wandered to the angelic scenes between the arched stained-glass windows. The light filtered through, illuminating the figures depicted in vibrant red, blue, and gold hues. Each saint seemed to gaze down upon me with a serene smile, their painted eyes following my every move. I tried to be subtle in my viewing, afraid of the scolding that would follow my squirming if I disturbed the adults.

Then, a shift ensued. The Latin chants and words faded, replaced by a symphony of voices that seemed to bloom from the air around me. The music wasn't just sound; it was a current, an energy, a life force that awakened something in me that had been sleeping. The echoes of the voices proclaiming, "Gloria in Excelsis Deo." The choir's voices swelled, a tapestry of sopranos, altos, tenors, and basses weaving a majestic sound that filled the little cathedral. The words and music soared through the air, each syllable crisp and clear, vibrating my little body, and my heart expanded with each note.

The music resonated through the stone walls, a physical manifestation of the joyous hymn. No matter how hard I tried to discover the source of this music, I could not identify it. I twisted my head around, searching, my eyes wide with wonder. I was spellbound and elevated, and the music lifted me from the hard wooden pew, transporting me out of my physical body, beyond the stained-glass windows, beyond the confines of the church itself, through the veil to another realm.

Suddenly, I was somewhere different. Very different in that the atmosphere was filled with love and peace and an unusual glowing light. Not in a pew, no longer in the church, but nestled against a broad, warm chest. The scent of cedar, orange, and sunshine enveloped me, a comforting aroma that spoke of strength and safety. Solid, gentle arms enveloped me, their embrace a haven of peace. I was nestled on HIS lap, my bare legs stretched across his legs, feeling the soft fabric of his robe beneath my skin. Above me, a face, kind and ancient, framed by a flowing white beard that shimmered like spun silver, illuminated with light. His eyes, deep and kind, met mine with a love so vast and familiar that it felt like a homecoming.

As he gazed into my eyes, I was drawn into his profound, loving mystery, reflecting the same mystery within me. I knew Him, and best of all, He knew me. I was not a mistake after all. I looked around and found myself bathed in a soft, unearthly light that exuded peace and clarity. A feeling of unity and connection permeated the space as I was enveloped in this ethereal transcendence.

Tears welled up, unbidden, tracing warm paths down my cheeks. These were not tears of sadness but tears of relief, of belonging. My tiny body, usually tense and guarded, relaxed into His embrace. I settled in, basking in the comfort of the love enveloping me. I felt a warmth seep into my very bones, chasing away the chill of loneliness that had always clung to me. I felt safe. I hadn't known safety in my home life. Hugs and cuddles were so rare that I couldn't recall a single occasion. But at that moment, I was enveloped in a gentle and powerful love that I knew had always been with me and would always be there, no matter what. Without being told, I knew I was with God and that I belonged.

His voice, a gentle rumble spoken softly into my ear, resonated in my chest and permeated me. "My child," He said, "no matter what happens in your life, I will ALWAYS be with you." The words weren't just heard; they were felt, imprinted on my heart like a golden seal.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still. I was whole—loved, known, seen, and cherished. It was as if every crack in my young soul was filled with a light that could never be extinguished. I wasn't alone—I would never be alone. I believed him with every fiber of my being. I soaked up the love and stored it in my body and soul to carry it into my everyday life. I remembered that this love is what we are meant to experience. This love is what we are.

The experience faded, and the church reappeared. The scent of incense tickled my nose, and the murmurs of the congregation washed over me. I found myself back in the pew but floating in bliss, and I was forever changed. The memory of that embrace, that love, became my compass, guiding me through the turbulent waters of childhood. It taught me what love is—a boundless, unwavering presence, a refuge in the storm. And even now, decades later, that love and experience still guide me. It's an enduring influence, a beacon of light in the darkest times.

Even decades later, I can still feel the warmth of His embrace and hear the echo of His promise to be with me. I still feel the power of that love held within me. It reminds me that I am never alone, that love holds me even in the darkest times; a light guides me home. This encounter with God, this moment of divine love, was not just a fleeting experience. It was a transformative force that shaped my life in ways I couldn't have imagined, and became the beacon I followed as I sought to find this kind of love on earth. Over time, I learned that love is within me and others, just waiting to be called out into the open. I returned to my life with an invisible glass-like wall of love that protected me until I was old enough to discover other ways of living.

In my home, the constant war between my parents raged like a storm, a cacophony of angry shouts and shattering plates, and I was always looking for love like I had experienced here with God here on earth.. The chilling silence afterward felt even emptier than the hollow ache I had grown accustomed to.

Yet, a flicker within me, a whisper of an unseen worth, refused to be extinguished. It propelled me on a relentless quest, forging connections wherever I could but always searching for something more, something beyond the confines of my daily experience. It was a yearning for a community, a tribe of kindred spirits who understood the song playing faintly in my soul.

I lived encased behind an invisible glass wall of love given to me during my first mystical experience of God as a five-year-old. This was a protection for me from a mother who despised me and a world I found bewildering.. 

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The years bled into one another, and in my late teens, I was disowned by my parent at age 17, due to my misbehavior, and welcomed into the home of my best friend..  My teenage years were marked by instability and poor choices. With my parents facing foreclosure and my rebellion spiraling, I was adrift. The situation culminated in my estrangement from my family. It was then that Sharon, my best friend's mother, stepped in, offering me a safe haven and unconditional love. In her care, I experienced a profound shift. Sharon's nurturing environment allowed me to flourish, and her open-minded approach to spirituality – encompassing unconventional Bible studies, group therapy with a mystic, UFOs, healing, and explorations of psychic guidance – opened me up to new ways of thinking and being.

 This began a life filled with fervent searching, longing, seeking a love and a community that would fulfill my heart and help me and others create a different kind of world. Meditation became a daily ritual, prayers echoed through my empty rooms, and workshops blurred into a kaleidoscope of techniques. Gurus dispensed wisdom, initiations promised transformation, kundalini rising unlocked spiritual abilities, and sacred songs filled the air – yet a barrier remained. It was an invisible ceiling, a frustrating limit to my awareness. Christianity promised salvation but imposed more rules than the intimacy of God’s love.  Mystical visions flared, revealing a world beyond the ordinary, yet I'd always tumble back down to Earth. Hours spent meditating, prayers whispered into the twilight, songs of devotion...still, an invisible barrier remained.

One moment, I soared with the vastness of the cosmos; the next, I was trapped in the confines of a body and a world that felt stubbornly mundane. It was like being granted sight only to be snatched away by blindness. I held the awareness of Heaven and Earth simultaneously in my hands for a time, a beautiful dissonance. Still, integration eluded me. What was this elusive "more" my soul ached for? What truth shimmered tantalizingly out of reach? Blind trust warred with the yearning for clarity, with each step a surrender to an unknown destination.

Pre-Incarnation: Where the Journey to Earth Started

Everything shifted in 2018. A profound waking vision, an out-of-body experience, similar to a near-death experience, unfolded in a moment of quiet reflection and heartfelt prayer. I found I was no longer in my living room. The familiar surroundings dissolved, replaced by a breathtaking vista, unlike anything I had ever witnessed. How did I get here? It was as if I had left the confines of my body and was now in a completely different reality. I felt the lightness and freedom I had been searching for. Was this Heaven? The question lingered as I bathed in the ethereal light that emanated from everything around me—a profound sense of peace and belonging washed over me, a stark contrast to my life.

I was living a transcendent experience, an out-of-body awakening, that revealed the home I had always craved – a place of radiant light and unconditional love. In that moment, the fragmented memories of my existence coalesced. I remembered the forgotten journey of choosing to incarnate on Earth. A wave of remembrance washed over me, replacing years of searching with a profound sense of purpose. I was not a misplaced puzzle piece after all. I had come here for a reason: to assist countless others in creating the New Earth, bringing Heaven to Earth. Creating a world that has unconditional love rather than fear as the foundation of reality.. This revelation ignited a fire within me, a newfound determination to fulfill my mission, and I soon radically changed my life course.

In the realm of boundless love, I received a glimpse of my true purpose, a reason for the struggles and joys of my human life. Heaven, not a distant celestial body but a coexisting dimension, vibrates at a higher frequency than Earth. Imagine it as a layer of unseen reality existing alongside our own. Though lighter in density, it is no less physical. Lush landscapes and vibrant communities thrive there, free from the struggles we know. Abundance flows effortlessly, desires manifest with a thought, and connection occurs instantaneously. What we intend, we can instantly create. What we want to know is immediately accessible as an unending assemblage of information that is available in the instant moment of inquiry.

This closeness allows those attuned on Earth to reach out, raise their vibrations, and brush against the blissful hum of Heaven. That flicker of joy, that unexpected surge of peace, is a touchstone, a momentary connection to the divine realm that constantly surrounds us and reminds us of our true nature.

A Gathering of Light

Half a million strong, we converged in a realm of breathtaking beauty. Not Heaven as some might perceive it, but a staging ground, a place to glean wisdom from the tapestry of our eternal explorations and adventures and to plan our next act on Earth. A palpable excitement crackled in the air amongst familiar souls bathed in radiant light. We were a collective from another dimension, a universe beyond human comprehension. Our essence, pure light, defied the limitations of physical form as we know it. It was a homecoming of sorts, a reunion before the next grand adventure. Many had been on other adventures to Earth, to different dimensions of reality, and to other worlds – beings whose minds flowed like rivers of color, whose songs reshaped stars. Each soul with its unique qualities of personality, motivations, dreams, and purpose is here to learn more and help transform and awaken sleeping souls.

I was privy to a breathtaking revelation. The vastness of creation, universes teeming with unimaginable life forms, unfolded before me. The vastness was staggering. I glimpsed our origin, our initial spark within the greater whole. Then, the call came – an invitation to participate in Earth's momentous transformation.

Our arrival at this luminous waystation marked the beginning of rigorous training. We needed to adapt, dampen our resonance, and prepare for the solidity of Earth's physical realm. In our home, a realm of shimmering vibrations, we were beings of pure energy, our thoughts intertwining with the Source. Our home dimension existed in a state of lighter density, a world where forms shimmered and faded. Yet, we were drawn to Earth's plight. It cried out for our aid on the precipice of an unprecedented shift.

Earth hangs alone in the grand tapestry, a vibrant crucible where a unique experiment unfolds – the gift of free will bestowed by the Absolute. This power, a radiant flame within us, can propel us on a single, soaring leap toward spiritual evolution. Yet, the allure of the physical world whispers its seductive song. Power, fame, and primal desires flicker like tempting flames, and countless souls have been lured astray, forgetting the luminous spark at their core. Millennia have seen these detours – a life consumed by the endless pursuit of pleasure, a soul slowly entombed within its physical desires. Lost in the labyrinth of earthly experience, they yearn unknowingly for the light they've strayed from.

Just moments earlier, I was Misty, entangled in the everyday routines of human life. Now that familiar identity dissolved like mist at dawn, replaced by a vast awareness pulsing within me. No physical body confined me. I was pure energy, an eternal being alive with love and light—this long forgotten essence echoed like a half-remembered song. A wave of exhilaration washed over me, replacing the limitations of human existence with a boundless sense of possibility.

Clarity pierced through me – I was far more than I had ever imagined! Names...places...plans spun in my mind – A message that said Imprint! Imprint this experience into your mind.  In other words, consciously absorb this experience, ground it into your human memory, bring it back to earth, and remember. Give it form before returning to density! Unlike my angelic home or this benevolent waystation, Earth thrummed with limitation. Yet, its richness was different – a tapestry woven from diverse experiences, cultures, and climates.

Though specifics eluded me, my purpose thumped like a heartbeat. Earth's surging population had opened a rare window—more vessels, more opportunities for us. I received a glimpse, a preview of the world that awaited. We would be scattered across the globe, a network of beacons—or, better said, anchors! Anchors of light to steady Earth amidst the storm.

Knowing surfaced. Our human nature transforms as we awaken to our true essence, energy, and personality. We become radiant beacons, each a node in a vast energetic grid that encircles the Earth. This network of light serves a profound purpose. It fosters the awakening of others, nudging souls towards their remembrance and inherent purpose. This grid acts as a foundation, a support system for transforming Earth's societal systems. It paves the way for an influx of souls from diverse realms, each carrying unique experiences.

A special few among these incoming souls are the "newly to earth" souls. Unlike us, they have never walked the human path before. Yet, they carry within them the seeds of revolution – codes for entirely new ways of being. These remarkable beings will retain their true identity throughout their human experience. Unfamiliar with concepts like war or conflict, they embody the essence of love in its purest form. Earth's consciousness has reached a critical threshold, capable of sustaining itself without them succumbing to the darkness or the illusion of separation. Their inherent connection to the whole will make them beacons of unconditional love, unwavering in the face of negativity. Carefully placed within families attuned to the spiritual path, these children will have advantages beyond our wildest dreams. They will become the teachers, leaders, healers, builders, and architects of the new Earth, living examples of love transcending judgment and ego.

A remarkable faculty oversaw our preparation for Earth. Some were seasoned veterans of Earth's complexities, while others, like myself, were embarking on this adventure for the first time. The air crackled with excitement—a palpable anticipation for the momentous role we were to play.

One instructor, an embodiment of wisdom, unveiled the grand plan. Our soul mission is to bring unconditional love, Heaven's essence, to Earth. Our collective of half a million souls strong, each hailing from the angelic realm, would be the conduit for this majestic mandate. He revealed a personalized blueprint for each of us, a map for our upcoming human experience. These blueprints, meticulously crafted in collaboration with our guides, outlined our goals and the obstacles designed to trigger our remembrance, to nudge us back to the truth of our being.

The instructor likened incarnation to playing a role in a grand movie. We would forget our true selves, donning human facades to experience Earth in all its rawness. I felt a profound sense of gratitude for this extraordinary opportunity. It was as if we were co-authoring the script of our lives, pre-selecting the gifts, talents, and personalities we would embody. But the twist? We would embark on this journey with amnesia, forgetting our divine origins.

Intriguingly, the blueprint also revealed glimpses of our human interactions. We saw glimpses of the souls we would encounter, moments where our paths would converge. Preordained agreements and pacts were made to support each other during challenging moments and times of crucial decisions. Yet free will remains the ultimate wildcard. Earth would be a stage for improvisation, a playground where we could experiment and explore the full spectrum of human experience. I was so excited.

This heavenly world realm shimmered with a brilliant light without shadows. It was not a sun but a being of pure illumination, the Source of this Universe, its essence a radiant symphony of love and creation. In this realm perpetually kissed by light, darkness held no sway.

The air vibrated with life, a warmth that seeped into my very being. The Source, unseen yet undeniably present, thrummed with love so vibrant it embraced all. I knew I was touching the wellspring of existence.

Here, cloaked in the diamond fire of creation, souls readied themselves for the tapestry of Earth. It was a haven of joy, a place of reflection and preparation, where the echoes of eternal lives whispered their stories. Here, half a million of us gathered to glean wisdom from the tapestry we had woven and to plan our lives for when we incarnated. There were other soul groups as well with similar assignments.

Gazing back, it is astonishing how effortlessly we absorbed the presentation. We were nestled in a vast outdoor haven, resting on a vibrant tapestry of emerald green grass, unlike anything Earth could offer. Graceful trees swayed in the gentle breeze, and nearby buildings reminiscent of a magical village shone majestically. Their architecture – a breathtaking fusion of marble and crystal – shimmered in the ethereal light. 

Unlike anything on Earth, an effortless connection permeated this realm. A smile touched my…well, not lips, but the place where lips would be if I had a body. Across from me, a being, vibrant as a sunset, mirrored my smile as if our very thoughts were linked. A ripple of laughter passed through the group, not sound, but a wave of shared joy washing over me. We were ecstatic, blissful, full of goodness, connected yet utterly individual, in varying degrees of oneness with the Source.

Some beings pulsed with a light that extended far beyond their…forms. Auras? Words felt clumsy here. They had volunteered from across the multiverses – I glimpsed one, a being of shifting geometric patterns, conversing with a shimmering pillar of mist. No hierarchy, just each soul joyfully playing its part, radiating its true essence. No masks, no pretense, just the purity of being understood. The phrase "I am that I am" echoed in my mind, no longer a riddle but the simple truth of existence. The sweetest liberation came in shedding all pretense and embracing the raw, radiant essence within.

Creativity courses through us like sunlight, making our very essence manifest. We are creators who shape beauty from thought and find solutions in tangled threads. Creativity nourishes the spirit; compassion, love, and care for others guide our collective and individual evolution on Earth.  With each act of creation fueled by a spark of the Divine, we stretch towards the boundless horizon of our becoming.

The structures and landscape were impeccable – no trace of dirt, decay, or disharmony marred this paradise. A soft, radiant light emanated from everything as if woven into the very fabric of the buildings, furniture, flora, and fauna. These buildings whispered of ancient dreams, their pristine white facades adorned with gleaming domes that seemed to capture and refract the light in a mesmerizing display. Every detail – the soaring columns, the crystal-clear windows and walls, the perfectly designed walkways – spoke of an artistry beyond human comprehension. In the distance, mountains painted the horizon, completing the idyllic scene.

The air was infused with the fragrance of love, a glorious scent reminiscent of honeysuckle. It seemed to emanate from every being – each person radiating a unique, captivating aroma. Unlike Earth, where the world's consciousness is a subtle whisper to a select few, it was a vibrant symphony here. The flowers pulsed with an inner light, and the grass seemed to possess a life force. The buildings resonated with a subtle sentience, existing in harmony with all living things. Unlike anything on Earth, the people here were breathtaking. Though garbed in human-like forms, their physical beauty seemed almost ethereal. Imagine a race where everyone appeared in their mid-twenties, their bodies flawlessly sculpted, their faces radiating pure love. Their light, unseen by human eyes due to their vastly different vibrations, emanated from their very being, a testament to the love that was their essence. Here, oneness and love were the very fabric of existence, a state that would become a faint memory upon our descent to Earth. Their eyes, filled with the wisdom of countless experiences, held a spark akin to a soul awakening to its higher self.

We were not alone in our pre-incarnate preparation. This vast realm rippled with luminous tendrils, vibrating with the activity of countless souls. Collectives of light-beings, hailing from dimensions beyond our own, gathered here, their shared purpose a beacon leading them towards Earth.

I glimpsed serene beings from a crystalline realm – their thoughts shimmered into existence as melodies of color, weaving structures of peace and tranquility. Another group, their energy crackling like a vibrant storm, prepared to champion innovation and fire the spirit of creative expression. Though our paths diverged, a flame I knew as my own ignited in response – we were united by the yearning to serve Earth in its epochal shift.

The vibrant gathering shimmered and dissolved in an instant, replaced by a solitary figure bathed in an ethereal glow. A strikingly handsome man stood before me, his shoulder-length, golden-brown hair catching the otherworldly light. Though he bore a faint resemblance to humanity's depictions of the Messiah, his essence resonated far deeper than any earthly label. Here, names were mere echoes – connection flowed like a silent current, a shared consciousness transcending the need for physical touch. A mere thought, a silent call, and we could be intertwined. Time, a human construct designed to measure the fleeting, held no sway in these higher realms. Here, the past, present, and future swirled as one, a tapestry woven from infinite possibilities. From this boundless expanse, I would soon embark on my earthly mission. 

My guide radiated warmth and unwavering honor. Like a forgotten melody, a familiar sense of love resonated within me as he enveloped me in a protective embrace. I knew him!! I had always known him. He wore a flowing white robe, the fabric shimmering with an inner light that seemed to emanate from him. Elegantly simple, the only adornment was an intricate woven belt that cinched his robe.

He led me towards a nearby structure, unlike anything I had ever seen on Earth. Its architecture defied categorization; flowing curves and luminous materials coalesced into a breathtaking form. We entered a vast, circular chamber. The high ceiling, crafted from the same luminous material as the walls, was segmented by massive beams crisscrossed in a mesmerizing framework. Though the overall design held no earthly equivalent, the use of beams evoked a subtle sense of familiarity, a bridge between this alien beauty and a memory I could not quite grasp.

We stood at the threshold to Earth, a shimmering portal rippling with vibrant, flickering light. Devices hummed around us, spiritual technologies designed to ease our descent, to lower our frequency. Just as we had trained for the ethereal lightness of Heaven, we now prepared for the solidity of Earth. Heaven echoes Earth in some ways, yet our true home shimmers with a luminosity far beyond this realm. As part of our preparation to come here, we shed our familiar forms, readying for the subtle sheath of an etheric body.

The descent is like a deep-sea dive. Light fades to twilight, then to inky blackness. The density presses in, a weight upon body and spirit alike. I was granted a preview of my earthly life, a rare privilege in my long existence. While fear twisted the faces of some companions, joyous anticipation bubbled up within me. Gratitude washed through me, warm and bright. Incarnation on Earth was not just a journey; it was a sacred trust, and I would not fail. I would succeed and prevail.

My guide led me to a curious device that hummed with a subtle energy, like a living thing. A vast screen flickered to life, revealing a montage of moving images – a preview of my upcoming life. A tidal wave of emotions crashed over me as the first scene unfolded. My future parents. Love flickered between them, a fragile flame battling a relentless wind. Yet their faces were etched with confusion and the weight of burdens unseen. They were young, newly married, and the weight of parenthood settled heavily upon them.

My soon-to-be mother, frail and gaunt, carried a profound sadness within her eyes. Depression, a heavy chain, and anger, bound her spirit. She craved the security and nurturing she had never known, a stark contrast to the chaos that already filled their tiny home. Fleeting glimpses of her true essence – a smile, a tender touch – surfaced only to be swallowed by the darkness that clung to her. My father, no stranger to hardship, mirrored her lack of emotional grounding. Neither had the foundation of love and stability to build a strong foundation for themselves, let alone a child.

As I absorbed the challenges that awaited me – the initial rejection, my parents' rage, and the lack of a loving, nurturing environment – a profound understanding and compassion filled me. The life I was about to embark on, with its inevitable challenges and hardships, was not a mistake. It was a carefully crafted experience designed to rekindle the memory of the profound love I had known before birth. The struggles, the heartaches, and the things I sought to avoid would become the catalyst for remembrance. Through navigating the darkness, I would rediscover the light that resided within me, a light that mirrored the love I so desperately craved.

I was so excited knowing I was given a treasure, as few souls had the privilege of earthly incarnation.

 I realized that part of my purpose was to remember my origins and radiate love, to be a beacon of light in this fractured situation. My very presence, my frequency, would be a catalyst for change. 

A sense of calm washed over me. I was shown glimpses of support, of divine intervention that would nudge me back to my purpose as I stepped off my path – The human lifespan, fleeting compared to our eternal existence, instilled no fear. I knew, with unwavering certainty, that I would prevail. 

My guide revealed significant figures in my life, individuals with whom I would share an instant connection and a spark of recognition from our time together. Ever yearning for new experiences, my spirit embraced the unknown with open arms. Unlike many embarking on this earthly adventure, I would retain more memories of my true self.

My guide explained that our guides celebrate our victories and triumphs over the illusions of human existence. We each have a team that aids us. They tirelessly orchestrate meetings with key players, nudging us along the path outlined in our soul blueprints. Their respect for those venturing into Earth's realm is immense. Yet a gentle warning echoed in my mind: it is easy to get lost in the illusion, to mistake the human experience for reality. Reminders were given to focus on love, gratitude, hope, and beauty, as well as to love and assist others. Earth is an extraordinary opportunity for my evolution and growth to return to oneness with the Absolute.

Later, when memories of this experience surfaced in the throes of human existence, a powerful realization dawned. There were no residual feelings of being a victim. I had chosen this path, with all its challenges, for through our experiences, we cultivated strength, wisdom, and the essence of love that we came to embody. The torment humans inflict upon themselves stems partially from the futile question, "Why?" Acceptance, I understood, was the key.

In this realization, a profound fusion washed over me – my human self and my eternal essence merging into one. This convergence brought revelation, a new understanding of the life I had navigated. It was not a blame game but a moment of profound clarity. I saw how my choices, fueled by a yearning for freedom and adventure, had often been the Source of my suffering. The sting of rebellion and the pain of rejection – both experiences, once sources of anguish, began to heal in the light of remembrance. A new perspective, a panoramic view of my earthly journey, unfolded before me. With sincere hope, I clung to the promise of retaining these memories upon my return.

Into the Physical:

Then, in an instant, everything vanished. An all-encompassing darkness replaced my guide's vibrant light and comforting presence. The stark isolation was a brutal shock. In this lower dimension, I was utterly alone. The meticulous preparation and the practiced techniques for retaining my sense of self all seemed laughably inadequate in the face of this terrifying reality.

Just moments ago I was basking in a sea of love, surrounded by abundance. Now a bleak emptiness had taken its place. Panic surged through me, a primal urge to escape this suffocating darkness. But escape was impossible. I was trapped.

The crushing weight of loneliness threatened to consume me. It was an agony far worse than anything I could have imagined. With a Herculean effort, I wrestled for control, desperately trying to find a sliver of calm, a center within the storm. Though disoriented and confined, a flicker of recognition sparked within me. I was still me, my essence intact. But the familiar vastness of my being had shrunk to the confines of a cramped, impenetrable space. Sight and sound were muted, replaced by a chilling silence.

The terror threatened to drown me. But then, amidst the crushing darkness, a faint memory flickered. A memory of love, a warmth from the world I left behind. It was a distant echo, barely a whisper, but it was enough. I clung to it desperately, a lifeline in this abyss. Focusing on that flicker, I calmed myself down and remembered the training and the techniques for grounding myself. Slowly, ever so slowly, a sense of peace began to seep in, a counterpoint to the terror. It was a fragile peace, but it was a start.

Time lost all meaning in the oppressive darkness. Then a crushing sensation overwhelmed me – a relentless squeezing, a compression that mirrored the birthing process—a harsh preview, it seemed, of the pain life held in store. The waves of pressure throbbed in my head, an alien sensation devoid of understanding. I was not just experiencing the pain; I was the contraction, the agony itself. Slowly, an unsettling identification began – a merging with this unfamiliar body.

Utter isolation fell upon me. The world contracted to a preverbal, fear-filled existence. Unlike my home's celestial radiance, a blinding, harsh, unforgiving light pierced my eyes. A cacophony of sounds jolted me. Rough hands seized me, manipulating, scrubbing, washing – a disorienting sequence of events devoid of context. My eyelids fluttered open and shut, attempting to navigate this strange new world with eyes that lacked context with the scene unfolding. Yet amidst the chaos persisted a fragment of my true self, a detached observer witnessing the body's experience. This sliver of awareness allowed me to maintain a precarious separation from the overwhelming sensory overload – sounds, sights, a torrent of unfiltered information. Finally, exhaustion claimed the body, and I drifted away with a welcome reprieve. In that liminal space, I reconnected with my true home, a stark contrast to the harsh reality of Earth.

Earth, a crucible of duality, unfolded before me. It was a whirlwind of contrasting experiences, a world raw and vibrant, unlike anything in my previous existence. Here, the challenge was a complete immersion, a conscious surrender. To navigate this captivating yet isolating virtual reality, we shed the brilliance of our true selves. We embraced the illusion of separateness, a necessary act that brings a gnawing loneliness in its wake. But then a whisper, a soft echo in the caverns of my being: "Hold onto the memories of the higher realms. Find the love within. It will be a beacon, drawing kindred spirits to you on this extraordinary journey. Remember, love is your compass."

Remembrance:

Remembering these pre-birth and birth experiences ignited a spark within me, leaving behind a trail of memories that mirrored a near-death experience with the accompanying disorientation and transformation. The encounter rekindled a deep sense of oneness and unconditional love, a feeling that transcended anything I had ever known in my earthly life. I remembered my true nature as an eternal soul, which changed my perception of my life. The memory of love became my guiding light. It was a constant reminder of my true nature and a source of strength in the face of earthly challenges. I began to see human life as a precious opportunity to experience the world with an open heart and radiate the love I had rediscovered. No longer was my yearning for home, the distantly remembered realm of pure love, an all-consuming desire. I began learning how to bring the revelations into my daily life. I came to relish and delight in the physical experiences only Earth provides. The contrast between good and evil, dark and light, new and old, love and hate was illuminated. I saw that we exercise our free will with every thought and choice. Choose love or .....?

For much of my time, my life on Earth, with its limitations and hardships, life had felt like a bad dream. But the pre-birth experience transformed this perspective. I discovered I had come here for a reason: to assist countless others in creating the New Earth, bringing the essence of Heaven to Earth. Understanding that the veil of forgetfulness is part of the plan, I realized that my purpose was not to escape Earth but to integrate my eternal essence with the human experience. 

This newfound clarity unleashed purpose within me. Once a prison, Earth became a classroom and a playground, a place to learn, grow, enjoy, appreciate, and radiate the love I carried within. This revelation ignited a fire within me, a newfound determination to fulfill my mission, and I soon radically changed my life course. I felt deep gratitude and appreciation for this gift of life.

The unfolding realizations fueled my search for ways to integrate this divine essence into my everyday life. I craved to understand the nature of reality, the connection between the earthly and the eternal. Understanding the veil of forgetfulness provided a bridge between two worlds – the earthly and the infinite. But the bridge remained incomplete. Most humans walked through life oblivious to the vast potential that lay dormant within them.

My quest evolved into a mission of connection. I yearned to translate the knowledge gleaned from the pre-birth realm into practical tools that could awaken others to their true nature. I envisioned myself as a bridge builder, helping others cross the chasm between the limitations of the egoic human personality, designed as a means of experiencing the human experience, and the boundless potential of their eternal selves. I realized I could be a catalyst for transformation, helping others reclaim the brilliance of their true selves and connecting to their radiant core. Awareness paved the way for them to step fully into their power, embracing the life their soul yearned to express.

The slow, tender work of integration began, and while the disorientation faded, a raw vulnerability clung to me like a shadow. I was ill-equipped for this monumental task, brimming with questions that echoed in the vast unknown. How could I access the wellspring of my spirit and translate its essence into the earthly realm? Who possessed the wisdom to guide me on this transformative journey? Shortly, the teachings of David Hawkins, MD, PhD, the mystic Psychiatrist, came into my life and crystallized and illuminated my path.

I embarked on a new chapter, a steady shedding of all that had previously defined me. The purpose, once shrouded in uncertainty, now shimmered with newfound clarity. It was a journey of integration – the harmonious merging of my human experience with my eternal essence. Before, life had been a frantic chase, a desperate yearning to reconnect with the divine love in the higher realms. Now, armed with the empowering knowledge of remembrance, my path has transformed. The light of my true nature became the guiding beacon, illuminating the way forward. A new vision guided me.  It hasn’t been an easy road,  because I have needed to heal and integrate my human experience. This is an ongoing process. We need to be living examples of this kind of love and energy, and must learn to flow amid life challenges. It is worth every moment of struggle and victory as I look around at the others who are also remembering their true selves.

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