The Human Arrival

So, know matter how I try to forget or deny these remembrance experiences, they are still so strong and ingrained within me, they are clear and fervent in my life. They are so clear from my beginning here as a child and I share them with you to remind you also of your beginning. Try to remember.....

Perhaps you can.

We are all walking each other HOME, but we need to remember, this is NOT our Home here on Earth, if you are called by GOD!

 

I was an infant when I had my second recollection of being here. I was in a buggy being pushed down the street by my mother. I was aware there were sounds of cars and older children, it was like seeing it as an adult. I saw the trees and the houses. But my focus was mainly on the buggy I was in. I to this day remember the odd smell of it. The plastic and the blankets, the spilled milk, the dark material all over it, covering it. The smell of the cigarettes, and the bed head odors from others.  I was inquisitive and drinking it all in. It was uncomfortable. I remember not liking it all. 

Then my focus was broken by a woman who bent down to attend me somehow. She was young with beautiful green eyes. Auburn brown hair and bad teeth. I noticed the teeth on everyone I saw. I was aware I had none!  They were frightening. I distinctively remember her bad breath. Or older faces with horrifying make up on them. It was frightening. It was so unnatural.  There was no where for me to go to be away from cigarettes and sights and sounds. The cigarettes odor filled the entire buggy! It made me very uncomfortable, I would kick and squirm trying to get away from it but I had no power to change what I was experiencing. My mind was keen but my body was not yet in charge of my movements. The lady smiled and handled me to move me and cover me. I drank it all in. I understood explicitly what was happening but I could not communicate it to her. I so wanted to make changes in my condition. I clearly remember the warmth in my diapers. I knew what caused it but this is how it was here.  Odors were of special interest to me. I had issues with these odors. I would grow to smell everything before I ate it and I was always looking for what I previously knew but it wasn't here, anywhere.

I also made sure as I grew up I would look for ways to get away from uncomfortable odors, and faces.

 

Why was I here, I remember thinking. Then I would hear the voice. HE would assure me, I accepted HIS assurance whole heartedly and went on. But why? Where is here? It was cool and beautiful as well as frightening all in the same thought. Everything was so different! The voice did not always answer all my questions. And there were many. It's as if I were here to experience the journey and then make decisions on my own about how I would interact with them. I remember not wanting to do this really.

I later came to find that this woman who attended me was my Mother. She smoked almost constantly and this is why her breath was so horrible on top of the fact her teeth were so rotten.

I saw the source of odors. I still do to this day. My sense of smell

has always been above normal.

I knew this somehow. I didn't like it then and I still do not!

 

I had advanced thoughts and reason but was just a small frail child, unable to communicate my thinking. It was frustrating and made me uncomfortable constantly to be out of control of my circumstances.

I remembered that I knew it would be this way, but could not remember why I knew that!

For the rest of my life/experience I was learning the ways of the people I was associated with.

It all seemed so odd. Things didn't seem to go as I knew they should. I felt very different, yet more and more I was fitting in.

When I felt I was fitting in I would slip past many months until the awareness would come back to me that I didn't want to be here, I had made a commitment though and I knew it somehow. What was really happening here? I would go in and out of understanding as I grew older.

I remember my Father figure and he was often unconcerned with me. He also was a smoker, the smell was on him. Seemed busy but would take a few moments to acknowledge me from time to time. I have no endearing thoughts from childhood of him. But I knew he was there. There was also another "child", an older one. She was delightful and kind. I would watch her interact and I would copy or follow her ways and align with her as  if she were a teacher. She was my older sister.

Years went by and there was a boy, a brother, he was very special.

I could now communicate with them all well and had opinions about what I was seeing. I voiced them all as best I could.

I remember wanting to experience everything, as if I knew there was a specific reason to be here. But, what was everything?

I clearly remember standing at the front glass, screen door window with my little brother, I was about three years old and he was two now. I said to him as we both gazed out the front door glass window, lower level, "Oh look at that beautiful little girl coming towards us", his reply shocked me, he said, "she's not pretty", I argued, "her long hair is so pretty", he retorted, "I don't like it". It was right then and there I knew for certain we did not all think alike or see things the same. I wonder to this day if we were communicating via telepathy or actually speaking to one another out loud? My sister and I agreed on many things but there was a difference between us all. I knew my brother was a male some how, He was not the same as the sister and I. Now however, I was certain, our thinking was separate and individual. This was a mile stone in my life. I remember it like it was last night. Men and woman did not see things in the same way.

I began testing my little brother. I would ask him to bite his finger nails because they tasted so good, and he would not accommodate me. He said that was silly, but I found an enjoyment biting mine and I liked the smell of my fingers. Then I would question him in other ways as if I were trying to assess the different thinking to make sense to me.

I also clearly remember after having had to listen to loud traumatic fights between my parents and dealing with odd feelings and emotions, experiencing more siblings and having tasted Ice cream and different foods and many other remembered experiences, even playing with the sweet puppy and seeing all the differences between human and animals, the colors of the sky and the world around me. 

So, I called upon the voice I would speak with from time to time, and asked HIM to let me come home now as I was ready to leave.

 I remember clearly telling the voice, "I have experienced everything here now, and I understand why I came. So, "NOW" I am ready to leave". I was very firm in my telling HIM how I felt. I believed I had an option at the time to request to come Home! I will never forget how "The Voice" spoke to me in a warm, loving, supportive way that day as HE answered me. Oh how I yearned to hear HIM speak to me! But, HIS reply was "there was much to learn yet". I replied to HIM, what more could there possibly be? I have seen the trees and the people and the communities the animals and the ways of this world. HE loving asked me to continue. I never did disagree with HIM. To this day, I still follow HIS lead. I didn't want to stay. I wanted to go home with HIM then, but this was not a current option. I was only around five years old when I asked HIM if I could come home.

I laugh now as I understand HIS answer to me, I am in my 60's.

I thought at five I had experienced enough here!

There is a reason why we must all come to understand, it isn't about just this life. There is so much more to know, but we can hardly handle what we have all already been given here! So the journey goes on, so we can come to know and understand HIS will for us here.

 

I know this all sounds strange to the reader at first, but I'm certain I am not the only one with these profound memories from the early arrival days. I have come to know that we all go through the transitions here in the land of the living exactly the same way as I did. Some of us remember it well and others of us never remember the process of arriving at all while adjusting to the new situation we find ourselves in, called LIFE. We all have different situations. Some of us hear the voice of GOD early on as HE leads us through the journey, others of us do not and perhaps will not. I have always wondered if it is because early on in the initial experience they felt as I did and wanted to leave, maybe even sooner, but HE kept us here for experience and training. Some may have gotten angry and aggressive towards HIM? They lost their way from a young experience of anger.

I have always known I was to help, teach and support while here.

I have come across some who are also awake and aware.

But they are few. It's a big picture to see, Life as we know it.

I have also always known we are spiritual beings transitioning into the world of the flesh and human experience.

This is the Land of the Living.

I even remember my first horrifying experience. I was trying to hold my head up as a newborn. I remember the pain involved, I focused on one issue in the transition process at a time. Holding my head up took constant work as there were no muscles tight enough to remain in control. My head would fall to right and left and back and forward as I would concentrate on the muscle group in my neck to take control.  I remember the workout process and was unhappy with it. I also knew instinctively I had to follow through. I would go through times where I would loose remembrance, and find myself slipping into routine with my siblings and parents

They never seemed to see what I was experiencing. They were unaware of who they were. I felt unheard and misunderstood.

So I would face challenge after challenge and try to commune with the voice I was always aware of throughout the entire process of ageing.

We are never alone here and we are all here together, until our time has been fulfilled. I pray you can relate and understand. This is my journey remembered.

 Feel free to share your journey with me.

We truly are all walking each other HOME!

 

 

Out Of Body Experience

 

So, I can honestly say, I spent the better half of my life NOT believing in the ability to leave your body. I honestly thought that was something that desperate people said to gain attention.

I thought at one point that all the strange things that happen to us only happen here, on this earth, until one evening when it happened to me!

I had gone to sleep that night just like any other night.

I had curled up in bed with my good book. Read for a while and then off to sleep I went. Nothing special at all that night, just my normal routine.

Sometime in the middle of the night I heard a man call my name.

Yes, a man called my name!

I woke up to hear him call me again. He clearly said "Teri".

I heard him call me a third time and I also heard him say on the third call, "Come". There was a mono tone in his voice. Kind, firm and it was authoritative and certainly male. I didn't question the call at all. I simply obeyed. How I obeyed though I don't recall.

I somehow just exited my body!

I simply was in my body one moment and not in the next! I don't know how. I clearly saw my body lying on the bed, still, pale, odd.

I thought perhaps I was dying?

The male voice assured me, I was not dying. I thought to myself, gee, that's odd he can hear my thoughts, and then I never gave it another thought. Like I already knew that to be true.

I watched myself for a moment lying in bed and then off we both went, he said "Come" once again and I followed somehow. Just like that, we were off!

I went off to another world, or perhaps dimension. It happened quickly. I left from the corner of my bedroom and went right through the roof following him. I don't know how, I just did! It was amazing as the stars went by me. The moonlight, the calm and yet we traveled at an amazing speed. I was so in the moment with my host I didn't question a single thing! I just went as if I'd done this a thousand times. Perhaps I have!

Why am I sharing this now? I want you to know this is truth. This happens! People are visited in the night hours and day hours and taken from their bodies to other worlds and dimensions. These are facts! I never did believe until it happened to me.

Now I not only believe, I know for certain life is not just what meets the eye, it is so much more. So much more wonderful and amazing. Keep your mind open so you can know the oracles of this life! We are not alone at all. We never were and we never will be!

 

A Sunday to Remember!

So, this Sunday was like none other.
It was 1978.
 

Unknown to me, Divine intervention was on the menu today.
 

I woke up and got my day going as I always had.
I was so excited thinking about this up coming week as I would finally head out tomorrow for my very first interview into the Dental field. I was to see a local DDS about an amazing new career I had applied for. I knew my life was about to change forever once I enter the working world and started this new job....I had to pass the interview though first.

 

So today,  I would spend my Sunday watching the children playing in the front yard. I would focus on family. Just enjoying my two boy's. The joy of life. Running here and running there. I was watching them yelling and laughing with one another without a care in the world. They were so adorable. Brothers loving each other and having a wonderful time. I sat watching them thinking with my new job coming up days like this may be few and far between, I knew I needed to take in the joys of Motherhood today with no other concerns on my mind. It will be hard to be away from the children but I need to help with mounting bills and accept the responsibilities of becoming a working parent.
I had sat watching them for a very long time.
 

So, I got up to pour myself another cup of coffee in the kitchen so I could sit a bit longer. Just then, I heard a loud sound outside and I turned back for a second to see a huge orange church bus go past the living room window. As it did I noticed the name on the bus in that instant, I got my coffee and came back to my chair in the living room to watch the boys outside and enjoy them for just a bit more before I started my Sunday chores.

 

I didn't see them in the front yard anymore. I thought to myself, they must have gone to the back yard. So I got up and went to the kitchen window and I looked outback. It was so quite.
Where were the those children?

I went back to the front window and looked out again.

That's strange, I thought, where the heck did they run off to so quickly, I was away from the window for two minutes literally.
I felt the boys were too young to leave the front yard without me and they knew to stay where I could see them at all times.
But where were they?

I threw my slippers on and went out front. I yelled to the boys, but they were no where in sight. My heart started pounding! GOD where are the children I thought? I walked around the house, I yelled for them again. Nothing!

Then as I stood there in the back yard fear gripped my heart!

Had they been taken on that bus? No way, how could something like that happen? No! That's crazy thinking. My boys would never get on a strange bus! I kept shouting for the boys. I walked to the end of the street, I didn't see them anywhere. I called for them over and over. I was really getting fearful and somewhat angry! With each shout, my mind ran faster and faster. My heart started pounding with fear! Would my boys have gotten on that bus? What bus driver would take two small boys without their parents consent?
Where the heck are they? GOD help me!

Why would a church bus take my boy's without a signed permission slip, this kept running through my mind? What kind of bus driver would let strange children get on his bus? What was the name on that bus again I thought to myself?

With that I ran into the house and grabbed my car keys, and off I went! I was so mad thinking how could someone pick up children they don't even know? Why would they do something like that?      I drove so fast I was shocked I wasn't pulled over by the police! I had tears in my eyes hoping I was going to the right place?

I was at the church in five minutes. I parked the car out front and ran up the stairs of the huge church and into the main hallway!

With that I yelled very loud in the hall, Jason & Joshua are you here?

I yelled again loudly as I headed for the first closed door. My anger was off the charts? I was so afraid something had happened to them! Please GOD let them be here!

A sweet beautiful blonde haired woman came out into the hall just then and said, May I help you? What's going on?

I said I think someone driving one of your buses took my children! My two young boys! Are they here?

She asked me how old they were, what they were wearing, and what area of town I lived in.

I told her they were 5 and 3 years old and we lived in the central city.

She smiled and said, "Oh yes, No problem, My name is Joann, I remember them, I drive that bus".  I did pick up 2 small boy's who were standing at the bus stop. They're so adorable, What are their names she said ,while she was still smiling at me?
 

What! What! I was so mad, I said to her, "How could you"?

What kind of an idiot are you? I was furious with this smiling woman, I yelled at her again and said, "why would you pick up two small boys you don't even know, that don't belong to your church, and ride them away from their home"? How could you do such a thing with such young boys? I told her, I was worried out of my mind! What's wrong with you lady? What kind of a church are you running here? I only left the window for two minutes to get coffee and they were gone! You should be ashamed of yourself! I was sick with worry! We have our own church! They weren't standing at your bus stop, they were just out of their front yard!

Thank GOD I saw your bus and knew where they may have been taken!

"Get my children for me NOW", I demanded in a very strong tone!
Other doors in the hallway were opening as others heard me yelling at this terrible woman! I found I had made a scene. Oh great I thought to myself! All I could think about was getting out of that church!

 

With that, the woman went and got Jason and Joshua and I grabbed their little hands and marched them off to the car.
The poor woman looked shocked!

It was then I realized I was out in public in my old brown nightgown and slippers! Oh my word!
No bra, no slip and for heavens sake you could almost see through this old nighty! E-Gad!

I hadn't even combed my long hair yet this morning, It must look like a rats nest! Oh my word, I thought to myself as I was walking towards the car, I must look and sound like a full blown witch to that lady!

I didn't care! I found my babies, that's all I cared about!

 

All the way home I reprimanded the boys for doing such a terrible  thing leaving home like that!

I explained how dangerous it was for them to get in a car or bus with strangers without Mommy and Daddy's permission.

I was crying with tears of joy that I had found my boys safe, but I was still so mad and afraid for them!
I thought I might send a letter to the Head of that church and report that crazy lady.

 

Once home we all settled into our normal routines after many hugs and kisses and my cold cup of coffee and enjoyed the rest of the day.

 

Monday finally came and off I went into the working world for my new career interview. I was so excited. I spent all morning getting ready for the big day. I wanted to have my best foot forward and look amazing for this job interview. I was so excited!

Off I went.

I entered the office and signed in and took my seat. I waited patiently for my turn. There were almost twelve other women waiting for an interview along with me. I was feeling as if my balloon of hope was deflating. How could I stand a chance getting this job with so many others also applying.

I thought to myself, well, it's in the LORDS hands. I'm not going to worry about it.

 

My name was finally called and I was escorted down a long hall and into a room to have another seat. I was told Mrs. Cheneville would be right in to speak with me.

So, I waited a bit more and then the door opened.

To my surprise there in front of me was that woman!

The woman whom I had screamed at in the hallway of the church! The woman who picked up my children! Who I had called an idiot!OH MY WORD!

She is the one doing my interview!
Oh No!

Oh, I'm never going to get this job, Oh, I wish I could run! This is a total disaster I thought to myself!

With that, she smiled so sweetly at me and said, Oh dear, you're the woman from yesterday with the boys from the bus!
Oh my!

"Yes", I said as I looked down towards the floor. I said in a very soft humbled voice , I'm so sorry for acting as I did, I was just so afraid!

She smiled and said, I was up all night feeling so bad about what I had done to that woman in the brown nightie. She said I thought your boys were a part of the church. They ran up to the bus as soon as it stopped and jumped on in and took a seat as if they always had done it. She said she hadn't had my area route for a while and wasn't sure who belonged on the bus or not actually. Then she apologized profusely to me.
 

We both laughed. She said, I came to see your point however. We will be much  more careful in the future with who we pick up for church!

With that she said, Oh and by the way, You're hired!

She said my resume was exactly what she had been looking for and since our encounter at the church she was sure I was the person for the job. She said, I know you'll do the right thing in any circumstance!

 

I spent the next 18 years in this career and rose to the top of my field. She became my closest and dearest friend even to this day.

You just can't make this stuff up.

Truth is always stranger than fiction!