Yesterday evening I started pondering again about being a galactic human.
I thought about the first experience in the middle of the 70s.
It happened as I walked on a trail across the greenery of an abandoned allotment garden to visit my best friend. As I came around a ‘corner’ (90° turn) suddenly a strange feeling arose, accompanied by the question: ‘How did I come into this body?’.
Next instant re-action I felt was a massive amount of fear… (in that space and time, I tried to walk on as if nothing had happened. I even didn’t tell my best friend about it although we shared every teenage problem we had.)
I had this strange feeling again, driving on a highway through the Central Uplands at midnight, now I was a student visiting my boyfriend living in a distant city… fear welling up again! I turned the music on the radio louder, I sang to the moon… (and, of course, didn’t tell my boyfriend afterwards.)
Then, some years later, I got the first explanations for these adventures. I was fascinated by ‘The Starseed Transmissions’ of Ken Carey and I found Solara’s book of ‘The Star-Borne’ on a bookshelf in a spiritual community I had just visited…
And NOW: The times have changed! Really.
Today I know that large amounts of my galactic heritage started to embody at times of the first strange feeling. Meanwhile this happens very often (without fear). And I talk about that – for example with my daughter, she experiences the same.
After all, you know the web is flooded with this kind of in-form-ation today.
Best galactic wishes
AMA