A woman walked up to me a few moments ago here at the cafe, and she said, “Hello, Maria. How are you?”
I looked up at her, and I said, “Fine, um, who are you?” To which she responded with a look of disbelief that I did not recognize her.
She went on to say that she remembers me quite well, and she wanted me to try to remember her without giving me even a clue.
So I sat there, staring into her lovely face, and I simply could not place her, not even with a sense of familiarity. You know, when you recognize someone but can’t place where you know them from.
She continued to look at me incredulously. She really couldn’t believe I didn’t know her. Slowly, she began to reveal to me where and when we were acquainted. She said, “We knew each other from the flea market…we saw each other there for a several months, and you were selling your art work with your cousin. Both of you played music together, and you came over to my house many times for dinner.”
Then she looked at me intently and with a worried look in her eyes, and said, “Are you OK? Is everything alright? How’s your health?”
So I tried my best to reassure her that I am fine, and that I have been through major changes, and 16 years is a lifetime ago from my current perspective. And I uttered some clumsy apology for not recognizing her.
We then reminisced about my cousin, Andy, and how he was always following me around and how he loved me but he was kind of a bully at times, and how I did help him and his wife. She also summarized how her own life has dramatically changed with her husband leaving her with bills and two kids. But she laughed and said life is hard. And that we should get together.
THE TWILIGHT ZONE
The experience left me with the feeling of being in a twilight zone, in which things are not what they seem. This woman appearing before me from my past is a perfect example of what it feels like to be in a fifth dimensional consciousness while still living within a third dimensional world.
As we talked it did come back to a degree, and I now knew clearly who she was.
Of course I don’t believe in coincidences, and on some level our paths were meant to cross, but beyond that, I can’t really relate to her world, and, what connection we did have, was firmly planted in the past.
But from her perspective, it’s like we just saw each other yesterday, and that there is still a consequential connection between us, and why not pick up where we left off?
Even as we talked about that time together as friends, and my relationship with my cousin, Andy, I felt like I was recounting someone else’s life, not my own. No argument, it was a tumultuous time with Andy. Lots of drama. But it was a karmic relationship, and I energetically had moved on from it years ago.
In dream state, and while awake, it seems I have been reconnecting with people from my past, Some I recognize, some I don’t. I’m sure there is purpose to it, but it doesn’t seem it’s to necessarily reignite the relationships. Maybe for clearings, or they are now curious about me.
I sense that when someone comes to mind, awake or in dream state, it’s usually them trying to connect with us. But because so many of us are empaths, we think it’s us. That we are somehow still connected to them.
But in this ascension process, we are letting go of our past. And others sense it. They don’t necessarily want to let us go. Whether it’s family, friends, associates, living or in the non-physical.
Also, emotions that are stirred may be from our past selves. Those parts of ourself that felt wounded. But even those are fading.
We are not denying our past or our myriad of experiences, but we now see them from a vastly different perspective. They are no longer charged with old emotions, like sadness, guilt, or anger. The drama is not there.
Consequently, it feels like someone else’s life we are recounting, not our own.
Just as we are detaching from the emotional connections with many others, so we are doing the same with our past selves. It’s harder to relate to that self.
It seems we’re more and more in our 5D space, in which we see it all from a place of detached compassion. And from that place, we are not indulging in the wounds of those experiences. We can enjoy them as just memories, some that feel better than others, but more and more, we view them as all good.