Where is Home?
There are still many of us who cannot remember who we are.
We have worn our earthen bodies for so many eons that we believe we are only physical and that we are limited to these clay forms until we “die”.
According to the law of free will, as long as we choose to believe in the illusion of limitation and separation of the third dimension, that is our only “conscious” experience.
When the reality of our higher dimensional self became “unconscious”, we forgot that Earth was a schoolroom.
We forgot that we came here to learn how to be conscious creators through the process of third dimensional experiences.
However, even though we lost the memory of our true selves and our reason for coming to this planet, we kept our higher dimensional powers of manifestation, at least for a while.
All manifestations start a circular path that eventually returns to the sender.
Therefore, it was dangerous to use our higher dimensional power from only a third dimensional consciousness, as we did not retain the higher wisdom and love to balance our power.
Fortunately, once we misused our power, we began to lose it.
Then we really were “only physical!”
As the collective consciousness of Earth continued to drop, we plummeted deeper and deeper into forgetfulness.
Before we knew it, we were enmeshed in the illusions of planet Earth.
Until the Collective Consciousness of Earth had again risen to a level where it would be possible to recognize messages from the higher dimensions, it would be difficult for us to return to the awareness of our true Multidimensional SELF.
Earth had so fallen into fear and superstition that most communications between higher dimensional beings and those on Earth were greatly misunderstood or distorted.
And so we waited!
Sometimes we hated the wait, and sometimes we loved it.
We learned that if we forgot about our higher dimensional Home and the part of us that resided there, we weren’t so lonely.
Therefore, most of us forgot.
When we would least expect it, as if in a dream, we would remember something~
- a feeling,
- a brief picture,
- a certain color
- or a sound.
Then we would become very, very lonely. We would want to go Home.
But we couldn’t remember where Home was. We only knew that is wasn’t here.
We only knew that we didn’t fit and
we didn’t want to!