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Thank You for Choosing Us.

Bryony was a problem. An ‘accident’ and a potential burden for her mother, who decided she couldn’t look after her.

So, she was adopted. Her new parents agreed not to tell her, as it would ‘complicate things.’

In another reality, Bryony would be her new name, she would be adopted, and use the adoption status to propel her into a lifetime of searching. She had chosen her parents wisely, as their worldliness would ensure she didn’t get the wisdom and insights she craved too soon.

She knew from guidance on this plane, that her experiences as both a foetus and new born would instil within her a raft of questions which she would only resolve 40 years later. The search for life’s meaning would be her engine of development.

As a young child, Bryony just ‘knew’ she wasn’t the same as her friends. She always felt outside of what was going on. She had all kinds of weird thoughts about being an alien, and worse, suspected she could even be ‘evil.’

Why not ‘evil’? There had to be some explanation for her feeling outside everything. As she embraced her teenage years, it struck her that there were only two real emotions, despite the range of feelings she had felt all her life, i.e. love and fear.

What did human beings get up to, the raw stuff-murder, war, violence, genocide, and the sanitised or less dramatic stuff-making and selling lethal drugs, child and animal cruelty and abuse, hating other people, working to do them down, poisoning the planet etc? Wasn’t this lot evil?

And what about the glue of love that held everyone together, despite all this?

Before Bryony found out from a friend at 16 she had been adopted, and then things all fell into place, she had never committed any real ‘evil’ acts, other than the odd rebellious things teenagers do. She concluded her life was cursed. Despite the fact she had loving adoptive parents.

That they had kept it from her did nothing for her trust of others.

“To grow and develop, I will need some very early experiences of betrayal, alienation, and disillusionment with the world. My parents have to keep from me that I was adopted, because it is also part of their life path, to be denied that loving bond. Adoption is a great dynamic for the eventual realisation that we are all one, and that ‘blood’ is just one facet of it,” mused Bryony’s spirit self on the timeless plane.

As she entered her 20’s, she would read about apparently ‘normal’ people committing heinous crimes. During some wars, ‘normal’ people would kill even neighbours if they were from another race or faith.

“What stops me from being a criminal?” Bryony would often reflect, “Is it that we are all savages underneath, constrained by law, the police and prison from doing others in?”

“Maybe my curse is to spend my whole life having these arguments with myself. What’s 10 years inside as a punishment for getting rid of that bastard who burgled my flat? That will do me.”

The dwellers of the spiritual plane were having a laugh at all the things a spell on earth presented to those who chose to incarnate.

“Endless internal chatter!”

“Actually hating the persona we chose in the first place, or regarding ‘others’ as the source of all problems!”

“Feeling loved and abandoned. Having deep non-specific feelings of dread and disaster?”

“Helplessness. Wondering what it is all about.”

“Getting ‘intellectuals’ to convince them that life is a vale of tears then you die!”

“And yet enough of them are moving towards realising that it is all an illusion, and they have created it, and are sustaining it.”

“Less of the ‘they’ please, I’m going back soon,” said Bryony’s spirit self.

As the years went by, Bryony engaged in many things, positively trying to distract herself from the deep questions which lingered. She, like everyone else on the planet, came up with rationalisations about her own situation

“Adoption makes me special, because I could have been aborted. I don’t like this feeling of being an alien, but it makes sense” was her favourite.

Alternative and complementary therapies gave her some respite, and the possibility of temporary release from her own plight. Indeed for most of her life, she was ‘happy’, and became easily bored when others would whinge about trivial nonsense. Thoughts of curses and ‘evil’ had all but disappeared.

As she was conquering her own demons, Bryony thought she was well equipped to help others do the same. And years of successfully helping others heal convinced her of the fact.

However, she found some clients who couldn’t or wouldn’t respond to her treatment. So she learned more, and more. It helped, but not as much as she imagined.

She was a million miles from the world her parents had first appeared in. They thought she was mad.

But they knew she wasn’t. They had manifested often during her numerous lifetimes. Her earth incarnation trusted no-one, but her parents had been a constant in her real life.

The blueprint constructed on the spiritual plane was coming to a critical phase. As one of her parents left the earth plane, it would bring Bryony to ask herself [again] the deep questions.

‘Bryony’ had previously built in a point in ‘time’ on the blueprint when her earthly embodiment would have the opportunity to embrace her true self. She had other chances during her ‘lifetime’, but everyone agreed it would have been more than miraculous had she taken them. This was the big one.

Conversations with God had become ‘real’. She was reclaiming her power. Religion had taught her that God called the shots. Now she was having a meaningful dialogue herself. Layer after layer of misconceptions, limiting beliefs and ego were falling away.

It was not without the usual ‘struggle.’ Questions and doubts resounded:

• “Why me?”

• “There was comfort in misery.”

• “I always wondered what it would be like if we had this much power, now I’ve got it, it’s frightening.”

• “Am I worthy? It’s obvious I am…”

In one of her most vivid dialogues with God, she recalled the conversation with her timeless parents. Her past lives, and those of everyone else who is human has a cast of thousands. But she had chosen two people more than any others.

As they passed each other on the celestial stairs, all three nodded and smiled.

“Thank You for Choosing Us.”

Jack, August 07.

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