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My Soul As Passenger, Not Puppet Master
I’ve been wrestling with the concepts of my soul and “me” and my body.
It’s really easy for me to feel resentful that my soul preplanned this uncomfortable existence in this cantankerous body. Sure, I’m thankful I’ve had it relatively easy — no major disabilities or tragedies to deal with.
But that doesn’t remove the challenges of being highly sensitive with constant fatigue. I have to compensate for those every minute.
As I’ve read about The Shift for humanity and the earth, angels, Archangels, the Akashic Records, other dimensions, and higher realms, that concept of a soul choosing to experience a human life repeated over and over. The soul chooses some parameters — gender, geography, time, challenges — what it wants to learn this time. Then the human lives the life.
Um, excuse me? You want to learn a lesson and someone else does the living?
I’ve certainly had the feeling that something else is pushing me around. Like there’s no choice in the things that pop up, threaten, attack, and/or persist. But there’s an underlying — um — love (?) in those feelings, too. Like good is developing? Improvement is in the mix, too?
Based on others’ channeling from higher realms, spiritual development is all about increasing the capacity for love. That strikes me…
