When I was quite young, still in the crib and thinking not of time, age or space, I received a farewell visitation from my galactic family. While I’d love to date this episode, I really can’t for that being that was me didn’t symbol in such a manner. She was unaware of time and the passage of time and of age and aging and calendars to track and keep time. So I am just guessing when this goodbye ceremony happened, and I believe it occurred somewhere between the ages of one and two. So this probably occurred in 1955 or as late as 1956. And since the crib was moved close to the heater and next to the entry door to the bedroom to keep me, the baby warm, I think it was fall of 1955, around 18 months of age.
Hundreds of beings appeared all around me, all different species, no two alike. They took turns rotating to the front of the line where they stood before me to say goodbye. They circled 360 degrees around me and took care to make eye contact, send energy and share breath with me, one after another. Their faces were friendly, each being attempting a smile with their mouths, and if that wasn’t possible, either because they lacked a mouth or could not smile when it came to their turn, they sent me loving energy from their hearts. And if they lacked a heart, love beamed from their being. However they did it, I felt joy from each entity.
I stood frozen, watching them, fixated on this dance, tiny hands held tightly to my crib bars so there was no chance I might fall. Time flew by, endless, timeless. I was highly energized to receive all that goodwill. I smiled, laughed, giggled, and greeted each in turn. Some were familiar, all were friendly and welcome. I felt elated, such extreme joy and bliss. This indeed was a reunion, the height of my life thus far, and the best part of my eternal existence.
The last being greeted me, the rotation ceased, and all became quiet, silence complete. With reverence and love, respect and appreciation, the moment to part came at last. It seemed all took a deep breath and held it. And when they exhaled, with a loud clap, it was done. I was now fully embodied, locked into human form for the duration of the journey. From thenceforth I was limited, like all others like myself, and could no longer zoom the galaxies, at least in not such a great and conscious way.
At that point, I could no longer speak with intelligence. Even my thoughts were jumbled, confused, and incomplete. I struggled to focus, to remember, and recall. Where is my memory? What happened and why? Frustrated I cried out. My words were unintelligible. Gone were my language skills. My intellect was now fragmented and incomplete.
I screamed loudly in anguish. Nothing came out but gibberish and baby talk. I started to cry and then began bawling. My mother heard me, woke up, and ran to my rescue from her bedroom in the back of the house. “Mommy, mommy, there were monsters!” is all that would come out.
“No, no!” my mind screamed. “That’s not what I meant! Why did my mouth and tongue betray me, replacing friend with the word monster? How can that be? What kind of trick is this?”
Frustrated beyond soothing, exhausted I finally cried myself silly and slept. Wiping tears from my red, now swollen eyes, mother tucked me in, kissed me, and left. To her, I was just a baby. To me, I was thus now a mortal bound in flesh.
The next morning memories of my existence before this life began to fade from the foreground. I struggled to remember. I allowed a level of forgetting to be about my mission and do what I must. That part was clear. To succeed with what I chose to do when I came here was foremost and first.
But a part of me vowed never to forget. And that promise to me remained forever until the day would come when those who’d shame and hurt me, were no longer able to stifle my words. It took a while for the planetary paradigm to shift, for enough to recount and accept such testimonials to create the platform for those like me to come forth and share our versions of reality. You needn’t believe it.
Ultimately you must choose. But if you’re here reading my account, you most likely have experienced many odd and strange things yourself. Whether you believe it or not, I do appreciate you’re reading this. If something resonates, fine. If not, so be it, so it is.
If so, then please take it to the next step and give it to higher parts of yourself to judge and evaluate. For soon we all need to remember who we indeed are as souls to save this world from destruction, the destruction that results either from ourselves and our own unconscious acts and attitudes or from those who don’t love us and wish to control us or want us dead.
Now it’s time to remember. Back then, it was time to forget.SHARE