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shed some light on it

Using Every Day Poems‘ prompt again today. The prompt is “shed some light on it” and with some help from Jane Siberry’s song, “Calling All Angels”.

it flies out in every direction
as she moves through time and space
even down into the Mother with each step
they seem to be a few inches deeper than the surface
those footfalls
sinking into the soft sweet Belly of the Divine One

careful
considered
measured
but still
bona fide
still just her
in-brief
condensed
rich
boiled down
to the
marrow
the thickness

feeling her halting way through space
through time and back
testing them with her heart’s wet index finger raised
gauging their direction
still not sure

“How much weight?
how much?
Then it’s how long?
and how far?
And how many times …

before it’s too late?

Calling all angels. Calling all angels.”

she calls them daily
waiting politely
for them to respond
needing their hand
at her elbow
to move through

this dance
it seems to be more about collision
than moving with
she wants to be able
to slide through and between all those
molecules
atoms
but so far anyway
seems to be
more about crashing into them
to watch them fall around her
aching with the impact

she treads carefully
carrying that old record
like vinyl
inside her
playing and playing
nonstop
until she suddenly hears it
feels it
and calls for a sudden
shocked
Halt!
that’s not mine
she shouts only to herself
wretched in the discovery

how can that old record
still be playing
when it’s author has departed
who is playing that!?
she shouts again
Stop!
That’s not mine!

can’t I just be as clean
and clear
as I AM
as I came in
why must I run
this gauntlet

feeling like she must
prove herself
in some holy bloody way
to deserve her new skin
those muscles and nerves
doubts even the
Light
sometimes
because it gets too mingled
and contaminated by
the suit
to be able to separate

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#1 define ‘walk-in’

Definition of a walk-in
A walk-in is a soul/essence/entity that has an agreement with a born-in to change places in a (usually adult) body.  A ‘born-in’ is the soul that originally came in when the physical body was born. The born-in inhabits the body around physical birth time and up until the walk-in takes its place.

Usually, there is a period of Earth time when the walk-in and the born-in take turns and may both be in the body off and on. This is to get both of them ready for the switch and to walk-in-soul3accustom the body to the new energy. The born-in will be traveling out of the body more than usual, giving the walk-in a chance to inhabit the body.

Now understand that this is not a possession. There is an agreement on a very high level between the born-in and walk-in. The agreement usually happens during the born-in’s time in the body and usually centers around the born-in not wanting to complete the lifetime. Instead of wasting a perfectly good body to suicide (in whatever form – it is quite possible to manifest one’s physical death without committing actual suicide), an agreement is made for the born-in to leave and the walk-in to take its place in the body. The walk-in usually comes in with a mission of some sort – usually of a rather high-leveled nature.

When looking back, one can usually see changes in behavior that began to take place at some point in the timeline of the person.  For instance, maybe seemingly out of the blue, that person begins to do research about spiritual matters, or begins to meditate, or begins to dress or talk differently. These changes may even begin to occur before the official, permanent switch. The personality may change – either radically or subtly.

Sending a walk-in into a body is usually an ‘intervention’ type of thing to do. However, know also, that the agreement between born-in and walk-in may take place before the born-in comes into the body. The walk-in possibility (or certainty) may be known by the born-in when it initially comes into the baby body.  It may have an agreement to come in and be physical for a time, knowing that the walk-in will take over at some point.

Also know that there can be more than one walk-in to inhabit the same body. Either at the same time or one after the other – in linear, Earth time. More than one walk-in is not common, but does happen.

The Physical Body

The human physical body has its own, unique consciousness separate from the soul-self. And a body can survive for some time – sometimes even years – without a soul inhabiting the body. It often will deteriorate b/c of not having a soul present to channel energy into it, but can limp along nonetheless for a while.  The soul normally provides the energy for the body to heal, operate smoothly, etc. – see it as the ‘electricity’ that powers the body’s systems.

When the body senses that the soul is leaving or wants to leave/die, it may start the death process for the physicality. So that even when the new soul is situated, it may continue to deteriorate. It is very important to communicate with the body and let it know that the new walk-in will be inhabiting and taking care of the body on an energy level. Bodies can try and ‘reject’ souls much like a body can reject an organ transplant. Signs of rejection or lack of acceptance may be aliments that begin after the walk-in comes in, such as:  food/chemical allergies and sensitivities, disease, illness, body degeneration in some form, malfunction of systems/organs.

Before the walk-in comes in fully, the adjustment period gives the body and new soul time to get accustomed to each other, however, the process is usually an ongoing one, even after the new soul is fully present on Earth in that body.  Some walk-ins and the relevant body may never fully adjust and may always have physical problems. Most of these cases are those of walk-ins who are not consciously aware of their walk-in status.

Because the new walk-in inherits the born-in’s memories (stored in cellular memory throughout the body), most walk-ins are not consciously aware of their walk-in status. But most walk-ins quickly begin to lose those early memories and have a difficult time recalling things that occurred before they walked in.

And because the walk-in is a new, different entity/soul than who used to be in the body, they will often make major changes in that life – simply b/c they have different tastes and preferences. This may affect lots of areas of the life. Examples:  divorce and breakups – b/c they are not attracted to the same souls as the born-in was and don’t have those connections with those souls.  A total change in taste and style as regards clothes, interior decoration of their home, food preferences, friends, activities, life style. They often change professions too.

So while being a walk-in is supposed to be a good thing, it can cause a lot of upheaval for those people and loved ones that were associated with the born-in.  Usually no one is consciously aware of the switch, so to loved-ones, this seems like a sudden, unexplained, bizarre change of behavior and personality that is often perceived as very negative. Family members and spouses are often left confused, angry, sad, etc. at the sudden changes. Many walk-ins split entirely from the former life/family and begin again, attracting those souls with whom they have connections from other times and places.

For some great basic info on walk-ins, read Ruth Montgomery’s books:  Strangers Among Us and Aliens Among Us.

but now I see

I am, you see,
found
already
I don’t need you to find me
don’t need you to tell me how
I might more pleasing be
why I should be less scary for your palate
more tame

how I might better fit into you

how the simple, easy
grasp of my Divine
my Joy
invites your skepticism
sarcasm
behind which crouches fear

yes, I can see it there
fueling your arrogance
I know I scare you
but that doesn’t make you right
and me wrong

don’t need
you
pronouncing me frightening
in my simplicity
my certainty
inside my happy life

and what makes you think
being an ‘alien from outer space’
is an insult, anyway?
is that really the only best
you could come up with?
spitting those words at me
like a slap

but only after I’d turned you down

were you hoping I would take that bait?
no
thank you
go sell your co-dependence elsewhere

I am not lost
I am not blind
I found myself long ago

you say all these things
with your own certainty
good for you!
now go be your certain self away from me

attraversiamo

attraversiamo

I am here now, finally,
in this body
weighty, heavy
slogging through this lovely thickness that
is Earth
feeling time and space push against
this new skin
like that hot, thick breeze of
Southern summer

with the responsibility, the finality,
the humanity and mortality

of this suit

I can feel the different delicate textures:

of bone – how solid but not – how porous and beautiful,
muscle – the tough stringy version, the softer tender ones
fat – how it likes to hold on to toxins
fascia – so strong and heroic
and
blood – the thick, liquid richness of it – like a fluid garden

I feel the body, itself, sigh and try to settle,
wiggle in on itself like
an excited child fidgeting.
I talk to each cell, encouraging each separately

but I am losing sense of space
can’t grasp distance or direction anymore
can’t orient myself upon this Sphere
b/c it is all happening right Here
and I keep getting confused
and then laugh at myself

like I also lost time
some ‘time’ ago
b/c it is all happening right Now

godspeed

I recently saw a client who lost her 24-year old son in March of this year. He died of leukemia.  She came to me for a reading – to talk to her son on the other side. She said she really didn’t believe in the things I do or in reincarnation, but that she was desperate and in pain and was hoping I could help in some way. She was referred to me by two different, unconnected people, so felt that that was some sort of sign that she should follow through with it. I couldn’t disagree with her on that one, as I pay attention to signs/synchronicity too.

Her sadness felt and looked like a thick, gray shield all around her. I could feel the panic underneath that – that panic that accompanies major loss, that feeling like you will never get stone angelto see that person again.  I have memories of that type of panic – that endless, desperate panic with no hope of remedy.

During the reading, I tried to stay focused on her son and not on her and her pain. I pushed aside the empathic sadness/depression and conveyed her son’s message. He had not been home yet, had not gone ‘to the Light’, for lack of a better way to put it. In that, he was not unusual; however, he was different in another way. He presented a first of his kind for me:  a recently nonphysical being who knew where to go and wanted to go, but that had waited to talk to me first. He told us that he didn’t want to go until he had talked to his mother more directly than he was able by himself. “You see,” he said, “I have been waiting for you, Grace, so that I could tell my mother these things before going.”  THAT, I had never encountered. He said he could see the possibility of her speaking with me and so had waited around.

I delivered his message and answered all her questions, mostly successful in keeping her pain from invading me too much. He, quite peacefully, moved into the Light afterwards.

And then I sobbed quietly in my office once she was gone. I waited until I heard the outside door close and knew she was outside the building. I let the waves of sadness and panic wash over and through me, wanting to get rid of them.  I then cleared myself and the office and rode my bike home – subdued, sober.

I could feel her sadness and our connection the rest of the day. Every time I laughed or smiled, I would catch myself and pull back, emotionally. It felt obscene to laugh or smile in the face of her sadness, her loss. I thought of my own daughter. She will be 22 this summer. I thought of the pain, the absolute panic, the hopelessness, even the anger that comes with such a loss.

This morning I found myself laughing again at silly things, the way I do. I am basically a happy person. I have worked hard to be this happy and content in my life. I sent her a load of good juju and sent out a prayer for her healing on all levels and turned my energy back to MY life, my very good, happy life with a healthy, beautiful, funny daughter to grace it. I laughed at my attempts to take a photo of my eye , enjoying the process just b/c it took me back into myself and my life and out of her painful one. And I also prayed I would keep the memory of that contrast stored somewhere in here, in my life, to remind me of just how good my life really is.

Godspeed. Godspeed to the son, but he is fine; he is Home. Mostly, Godspeed to the mother.

the big-eyed queen

I found the Big-eyed Queen on the bathroom floor,
gazing in what I thought was a serene manner off
in a southwesterly fashion.
I followed her line of sight,
looking for a target, a focus,
but could find nothing I thought of particular
interest to a queen.
The one big eye I could see so calm,
the other side of her face invisible against the tiles.
She did not speak to me when I
addressed her as, “Your Majesty”,
but then she is a Queen.
Why would she turn her one, big, solemn
eye my way?