The last post I just jumped out there and dropped the bombshell; if you’ve come back for more, I thank you from the bottom of my heart! I hope I prove worthy!
I wish I could clearly remember what happened, and how it worked, before…..before I got where I was when I first remember…
Since I’ve let it out in my last post: My first memories are of discussions in the dark….. the first memories are of quiet discussion, or rather, a discussion in quiet.
The discussion had to do with my life mission, there was an “assignment” and an “agreement.” I remember the heaviness of the assignment and felt the weight of responsibility that came with it. I don’t remember what it is, but I remember knowing it was Huge. I remember accepting it, “my mission, my assignment”, and feeling profoundly honored; I promised to do my best. I also remember something vaguely about it being the last time I would have to do this “incarnation” thing; only if I was successful, however.
Then I remember the horror, sheer horror. First, it’s the noise. How to bear it?! Every word, every swallow, every heartbeat, pulse; to say nothing of the constant movement! It’s the noisiest and most dizzying place on earth; terrible! Simply terrible! Oh, and let’s not forget the talking. Talking, talking, talking. SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN already, people are trying to sleep in here!!!!
Mother’s wonder why they get morning sickness! Ha, I can tell you! WE WANT OUT! NO, NO, NO we do NOT WANT TO BE IN HERE!!!! LET US OUT!!! If you won’t let us out, then for crying out loud, SIT DOWN BE QUIET!
We get the “heavy assignment” and want to think about it, and who can think with this constant racket going on!
In my case, it wasn’t only the noise. It wasn’t the dark, at least not at first anyway. At some point, I realized I was inside my Mother, and I realized who my mother WAS! OH NO, NO, NO, NO, NOT HER I will not do it with her!!!! NO, NO, NO!!!!! Oh, this was an awful situation! Terrible! Horrible! I was UNHAPPY! Can you tell?
I spent a fair amount of time fighting it right in the beginning. From the reports my Mother had, I made her sick the entire pregnancy, in fact, according to her, she never got over her morning sickness, even after I was born. This has actually never occurred to me until this moment, but I wonder if I did hold that power over her somehow; I was certainly not aware of it at the time, that I remember. I do believe we have those powers should we choose to use them.
You see, that is the test we are conducting here on this Planet Earth that we have all created. We wanted to create and physically experience Heaven on Earth, but then when we got here, our physical forms, our “people,” forgot how to behave and act.
Here we are. We forgot how to act and we still have not learned. Many people have tried. As pompous as this sounds, what I know, is I am here to help, along with many, many others, to turn things around.
I am here, with my story, to help people, who want to, to remember how to behave, and to give you the simple skills, should you choose to grab the bull by the horn (your mind is the bull). It seems so bold, so grandiose, and yet it doesn’t feel that way at all; all I feel at this point is the need to write the words and get the message out. It’s a story; it’s story about something real.
Thank you, Dear Reader,
With Great Love, Namaste’
❤ LAMP ❤
P.S. I apologize for the lack of photos or graphics; I will add graphics as time allows; for the time being the important thing is to get it written.
P.P.S. I welcome your comments and questions!