This video does not directly relate to this post written below. The post below is a re-blog which I had done quite some time ago, but the video above with Delores Cannon is interesting, so rather than making two posts, I want you to read or re-read the post and also watch the video, as you may learn something new or understand something a little better. If anyone wants to share a story or ask a question go right ahead. There are so many things for us to learn, and for some it may take sometime for them to understand, but as with everything, always try to approach things objectively. Any how dah ooman did black, or dis was me, dem oodah condemn har witch or obah ooman! O Ma Se OOO!!
Recently I did a reading for a mother who had not seen her son for nineteen years. The reading began with me receiving a message that before he went missing he was diagnosed schizophrenic.
This I told to the mother, which she admitted , and went on to say he was diagnosed at age nineteen, while I cannot divulge the entire reading, what was interesting was that I was told by the messengers that he came in as a walk-in from the fifth dimension. Not caring whether she believed or not, I told the her , because most Christians, (as she was) tends to not want to hear anything unless it is about heaven or hell and also Jesus. However after the reading I continued to see her son in my spiritual line of vision and how he was while growing up, his sweet, light character, and how he soaked up people’s energy, and not being able to release them, he was so tormented here when he was younger, he could not cope with our lower vibrations here on earth, so because of this he was very mis-understood. Which led to a diagnosis which changed not only his life but life for his family as well. He was not from our world…..Ty, please do the post on Autism, let us explore that phenomena.
Here I have posted an article of someones experience as a walk-in , (which there are many), unfortunately most are in the mental institutions, on drugs or seen as mis-fits of the world.
Q: What is a walk-in experience?
A: This is where two individual souls have agreed to switch places. The first soul has gone as far as it can in its development and is ready to move on. The soul that has taken its place will serve in a different capacity than before. Normally, permission has been granted in order for this to take place. Another way to call the experience is soul transference.
Q: How do I know if it has happened to me?
A. You usually feel totally different. You will not necessarily recognize the people around you. You may have lapses of memory of the other occupant and will not be able to recognize the reason you came. It is usually quite a shock to the body especially if this has happened due to a car accident, operation, or a very long illness. You will feel somewhat estranged from everyone around you though you retain the memories of your body’s past history. After all, you are a totally different entity.
Q: What happens to the other soul?
A. The other soul continues on its journey, either to be together with a loved one or be sent to another place to continue learning. They will at this point in time not be back here.
I became a walk-in on January 1, 1970, but I didn’t know what was happening to me. It was a scary, traumatic event in my life. I didn’t know there was a term for it, and I didn’t know the full extent of that event until many years later.
I didn’t know anyone else personally who was a walk-in for many years either, and it was a relief to actually talk to someone who considered themselves a walk-in when I met someone else like me in 1996.
My first awareness of the word ‘walk-in’ was when Ruth Montgomery wrote the book titled, “Strangers Among Us!” I read the book and didn’t really fit into the amazing stories I read there. I felt like I must fit into some other category because those tales were of near death and the people made such dramatic changes instantly. That wasn’t how my event happened at all.
Prior to the event, I had a great deal of trouble with my spiritual understanding and spent over 10 years struggling with my beliefs. Because of my personal, emotional, and philosophical troubles, our family switched from a Catholic church to a nearby Lutheran church. We went for a visit and fell in love with the pastor and the people.
The church was a joyful place. We eventually got heavily involved in the running of the church because the need for volunteers was so great. I sang in the choir, and taught Sunday school classes for the little ones. I also played the organ for the choir and for minor services. I became Sunday School Superintendent, and taught 5th grade Sunday school. We also took constant weekly Bible classes. We kept busy there, spending sometimes six out of seven days of the week there, in the evenings after work, and all day Saturday and Sunday.
But, despite all that work for the service of the Lord, I still didn’t feel anything special about my relationship with Jesus. I still had my doubts about God’s goodness. After all, The Old Testament told about how wrathful and fearsome God was. He was a destroying God. I had trouble loving what I feared.
I wanted to serve God and be a good person and I really did try hard. Every time I realized how bad or neglectful I had been, I would try harder. But I could never be good enough.
At home, my husband complained, the children complained, and things didn’t go right in my daily life. I wanted to be a good wife and mother, but I wasn’t making it. I was trying to be a super mom, the end all of end alls in every aspect of my life.
After the children went to bed at night, my husband would start to remind me of all my past faults and sins. I would try to defend myself and justify the things I had done. I became more and more depressed. No matter how good I tried to be, I couldn’t make it. He wouldn’t accept any of my explanations, apologies, or justifications. When he got angry enough, he would grab me and force himself on me sexually. He wouldn’t take “No!” for an answer. He expected me to say “Yes!” no matter how I felt. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t feel loving, when he had just spent hours telling me what a terrible person I was. To force himself on me sexually was a release for his anger at me.
I became very depressed at first, but at the same time I was extremely nervous when bedtime came. As soon as the children would go to bed, he would start to harangue at me. It would sometimes last until three or four o’clock in the morning. I finally learned not to try to defend myself, because any efforts made to justify myself, would make the emotional, mental and physical abuse last all the longer .
Eventually, I became so nervous that I couldn’t even lay down to take a nap during the day to make up for the lost sleep at night. I would begin to panic as soon as I lay my head down on the pillow. I ended up having to go to the doctor, because I couldn’t deal with life the way it was. The doctor put me on tranquilizers so I could sleep. The only problem was that it was a drugged sleep. I was a miserable wreck for a long time.
On January 1st, 1970, I made a New Year’s resolution that I was going to be the best wife and mother that I could possibly be. After we went downstairs for breakfast, within ten minutes, all hell broke loose, and I was being yelled at again by my husband.
I felt shattered and ran up to my bedroom crying hysterically. I decided I was going to commit suicide with my tranquilizers.
I threw myself face down on the bed, sobbing. Suddenly, I felt and heard a metallic snap in my head behind my left ear and heard a deep male voice say, “Do not let a person destroy another’s life.”
Shocked by the voice in my head, I stopped crying instantly and became perfectly calm. I got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom to look into the mirror. Standing there, I could hear two female voices inside my head arguing with each other. One voice was a sniveling little mouse-like voice in my brain, saying that she wanted to die. The other voice was strong and she said that she could deal with anything.
Those two voices stayed with me for four months inside my head arguing with each other. The one continued to say she wanted to die, the other arguing that she wanted to live. Gradually, the one wishing for death became quieter and quieter. The strong one took over. I felt like a different person. I started to feel tough and able to deal with anything that life could throw at me.
Truly, I was a different person. I started college, learned how to drive a car and got a job. I felt brand new and I was proud of myself. I dyed my hair to cover the gray and started wearing makeup which I had never done before. My husband had told me many times that he would divorce me if I ever dyed my hair or made myself up. Now I didn’t care what he thought or said about me.
My husband saw me putting makeup on my face one day, and began to call me foul names. He said then, “Your vanity will kill you one day.”
I just laughed at him. I had no idea that his words might really literally come true in the future.
Over the ensuing years, here and there I would get a clue as to what had happened to me that day when the man talked to me in my head. The author Ruth Montgomery called this process being a walk-in. The stories she told in her book were about people who became wonderful and changed people who did incredible spiritual things. I didn’t fit in that category. I was struggling with a bad marriage, I was weak emotionally, fearful of life itself. In 1981, after I left my husband and was on my own, I was told by my spiritual teacher whom I had met that when my new soul walked into the body I had come from a space ship.
What? This scenario was so bizarre to me, even though it could have been an ego trip on my part, my strong doubts of that possibility chased all thoughts of that away and I continued to struggle to wonder who I was and why I was on earth.
That was in 1981. Today, in 1999, people still don’t know what a walk-in is, even if they’ve heard the term, Personally, I still find myself trying to explain who I am and even my closest loved ones don’t understand that I’m not the same person I used to be. My body is the same though older and more worn out, but deep inside, the part of me which animates the body is no longer the same ‘soul’ as which animated this body when it took it’s first breath.
Most recently, my friend the ‘light being’ who I’ve come to know and love, told me that he held my hand as I walked unwillingly into this body. It’s been a tough road since I came here in 1970, and it appears that the road is not meant to be as smooth as I would like it to be though it’s improved dramatically over it’s beginnings. I work with these beloved ‘light beings’ who do not have physical bodies but who can appear in the physical at will when they need to. It has become my mission to teach others that they are truly more than they are aware of. This web page is just one of the lessons I need to share with those of you who are awakening now.
Òde ò ní dùn kí onílé má re’lé. /
An outing can’t be so nice that one won’t return home……Yoruba Proverb!
[No matter where it is, home is the best place to be, ultimately.]
All religions are valid as long as it teaches peace and love…..Obara Meji!
There are no disappointments in life, only lessons learned…..Obara Meji