A walk-in is a very common divine experience, among many mystical explanations for who and what you are as a “human being”. These instances occur often as spiritual contracts are constantly made, unbeknownst to the consciousness.
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 the boy went missing, he was diagnosed schizophrenic.
This I told to the mother, which she admitted, and went on to say he was diagnosed at nineteen, and while I can not divulge the entire reading, what was interesting was that I was told by the Messengers that the boy came in as a Walk In from the Fifth Dimension.
This, of course, might not have meant very much of anything to the mother who sat before me, and I might have looked completely crazy to those raised in the folds of modern religion, where languages such as “walk ins” and “dimensions” were foreign.
But I didn’t care. I told her exactly what the Messengers told me.
However, after the reading, I continued to see her son in my spiritual line of vision and how he was while growing up. I saw his sweet, light, character, and his nature to soak up the energies of other people with no way of releasing them. I saw a tormented little boy, confused and living a life on Earth he could not cope with. He did not realize that it was his vibration that was simply too high for a place so low. This all manifested into the physical world as, perhaps, strange and very much misunderstood behaviors.
Which, of course, led to a diagnosis that would not only change his life but the life of his family as well. But no one knew, no one would ever understand, that the boy was just not from our world…
What is a Walk In?
Here I have posted quite an interesting article of someone’s experience as a Walk-In.
Q: What is a Walk-In Experience?
A Walk-In experience 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 thing to call the experience is Soul Transference.
Q: How do I know if it has happened to me?
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 something traumatic such as a car accident, operation or a very long illness. You will feel somewhat estranged from everyone around you though you retain memories of your body’s past history. After all, you are a totally different entity.
Q: So what happens to the other soul?
The other soul continues on its journey, either to be together with a loved one (a deceased) 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.
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 that person in 1996.
My first awareness of the word “Walk-In” was when Ruth Montgomery wrote the book titled “Strangers Among Us!” I read that 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 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.
But, despite all that work for the service of the Lord, i still didn’t feel anything special about my relationship with Jesus. Nothing. I still had my doubts about God’s goodness. After all, the Old Testament told about how wrathful and fearsome God was. He was 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 of All 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 spend hours telling me what a terrible person I was.
I became extremely nervous when bedtime came. As soon as the children would go to bed, he would start to harangue at me. It would last all night until the morning.
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 ended up having to go to the doctor and I was put on tranquilizers so I could sleep again. But the sleep was a drugged sleep, I was miserable for a long time.
But on January 1st, 1970, I made a New Year’s Resolution
I decided 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 person’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 said 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, while the other argued 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 life could throw at me.
Truly, I was a different person. I started College, learned how to drive a car, and got myself 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 told me many times that he would divorce me if I ever dyed my hair made myself up. Now, I didn’t care what he thought or said about me.
My husband saw me putting on makeup on one day and he began to call me foul names. He said, “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 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 when my new soul walked into the body, that I had come from a Spaceship.
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, 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 am 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 this body is no longer the same “soul” as which animated this body when it took its first breath.
Most recently, my friend, the “Light Being” who I 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.
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 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.
There are no disappointments in life, only lessons learned – Obara Meji