waterfall

Usually, stories start with once upon a time. Mine starts from before I experienced time as I do now by living in a body. I have memories that bring me way back. They are like little tapes that I can play in my head. I can feel the movies as if they are happening in the present moment.
These tapes are from before I was in this body. Sometimes I was in another body, and sometimes it was an astral body, a bundle of energy without the heaviness I have here on earth. In one of these movie tapes, I remember vividly how I had a spiritual guide who came and saw me about making some more progress by returning back to earth, also referred to as “school.” I was not too keen to begin with, as I enjoyed being in this other realm where my dreams were materialised immediately, and I was not pulled back with the heavy energy that goes with having a body and space and time and all the other paradigms that would come along with that. Anyway, I did want to make progress and I knew there was something I needed to do to get back to a state of oneness. I had promises to fulfil and tangos to dance. A gathering happened with other souls and, in a nonverbal way, we decided on what would be best for each of us to learn our lessons. Lessons to bring us back to love. In the state where all is one with love and all is forgiven. Back to our original state of being before we fell asleep and forgot that we were part of all that is.