Meeting the Family
To tell the truth, we don’t remember much about meeting the family. We do remember that we were taken from the building where we arrived when we joined with the body, and were moved to a different building with less people, less lights and that felt alone.
There was a lot of aloneness in that house. We would be left alone in a room for long periods of time and the crying didn’t have any effect on the people who were in the rest of the house. We remember the ceiling and the smell of dry heat coming in from an open window.
How a person, human now, experiences the physical world is very different to what we had perceived it would be like before from our exclusively observational point of view.
The limitations brought on by only using the eyes, ears, and touch senses creates a microscopic experience of the totality of reality as we perceive without those. Although confused at the separation from the rest of the family, we were mostly excited about the prospect of learning all about being human.
What made it possible to be human was the joining of a physical body and a soul. And although we had joined with the body, and had a very real soul now, the connection between us, the soul and the body, was fractured, unsettled and precarious.
Most of those days alone in that room, we spent trying to program the body to walk, talk and communicate with humans so we could get out of that room. But it was extremely slow and difficult.
Our body tried to tell us that it was not programming but that we had to learn to do this together as all links from soul to body are different.
But we didn’t listen and tried to do it our way. It didn’t help.
The crying still didn’t work on people days after we arrived, so we decided to use telepathy instead. We scanned the house for possible receptors and found our siblings. A boy and a girl.
The boy ignored us.
The girl became terrified. We didn’t know this was terror, just that she could hear us, so we told her to come and take us out of the crib.
After a lot of encouragement, persistence and commanding, she finally complied and came into our room, took us out of the crib and placed us on the floor. She also unwrapped the tight blanket that held us prisoner.
But unfortunately, she then ran away.
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Other people came, and would put us back in the crib, after wrapping us up tightly again.
We would call the girl again, and she would repeat the procedure. But she wouldn’t do the next request, which was to take us out of the boring room and into the rest of the world.
She would just leave us on the floor and run away.
This went on for weeks and months it seems. It felt like the times out of the room were few and far between. Logically speaking, now that we have an understanding of how humans perceive time, it must have actually been hours rather than eternities. Including all night hours.
Eventually, we were left in other places, which took away some of the boredom.
We did, of course, have the capacity to leave the body and go elsewhere to entertain ourselves at any time, but our connection with the body was so new and so delicate, we didn’t want to risk leaving her for any time.
We didn’t think much of the experience at the new place, surrounded by these people. It seemed no one was open to connection or interesting interactions of any kind. We realized that people mostly wanted to experience themselves.
Experiencing ourselves seemed limited, but it was, after all, why we had gone to the trouble of incarnating as human.
We tried to emulate their self interest and self absorption. We failed.
The girl, and then one of the younger aunties, realized we were different. The girl became aggressive, the auntie was more interested.
At nine months of age, we decided it was time to be able to properly communicate with the rest of the family. We downloaded the language they spoke, Spanish, and our body movements were connected enough that we could speak it.
The moment was one where that particular auntie was carrying us. We were in the yard, and we looked into her eyes and told her we could now speak and that we were very excited about it.
The auntie screamed. But she calmed herself down very fast, and looked into our eyes. She then smiled and ran to her sisters to show them what I could do.
One of the sisters became interested, the others ignored us. The two aunties and we spoke on and off for several days.
We do remember that the parents were not interested, they just nodded and said how nice it was.
The first aunt would often comment how I would speak “perfect Spanish” without an accent and didn’t use any colloquialisms such as excluding the letter “s” at the end of words.
One of the things that followed was that if someone wanted to know how to say a word, they would ask the baby.
The years that followed after that were mostly interesting in the newness of everything that we could perceive in the limited form of an incarnated human. But understanding the choices of limitations would take years to come.
We know, for example, that our experience of this physical expression and perception of the Universe, our experience, is interesting to you as it relates to your own personal experience.