Walk-Ins, Wanderers, and Wily Coyote...
I've heard tell of a certain breed of human potential called 'walk-ins' and referring to another personality, soul, spirit or whatever you want to call it assuming the 'old' person's body. I've heard many tales, which could indeed be true, of people who go through some kind of transformation that profoundly affects their consciousness. It all sounds fascinating and its nice to remain somewhat aloof from the whole thing while enjoying the story. I've even met one of the more well-known walk-ins who wrote Morningstar, Chronicles of a Star Traveler and frankly wasn't that impressed. There have been a few others who claimed to be 'walk-ins' and it seemed to give them permission to spout great truths at a loud volume with their own style. I'm not really sure what the need for being so 'different' really is, although whatever one needs to help them through the night is alright.
I must be an easy target or have some kind of an aura that engages the more dynamic aspects of behavior and consciousness in certain individuals. Of course when one questions their reality deeply or holds a charge toward an aspect of another, they usually find out what it is like being in that person's shoes through a role-reversal type of experience. I've seen it happen more than once and experienced this type of process myself. The awareness gained creates yet another challenge; admitting that you held the charge in the first place. Well, I'm not sure what I hold toward this type of experience and nomenclature. What I do know is that about 20 years ago, I had an individual who was quite respected in the metaphysical community around Phoenix tell me that I was a walk-in. The whole scenario was quite divinely inspired. I just happened to walk in on a conversation about astrology in the office of Dr. Frank Alper.
I was there to pick up Frank's West Coast Business Coordinator, Joann Zerbo. She had been helping me with a discussion group I started a few months previous and we were having a business lunch. Looking back I missed some obvious signs, but I'd also just come out of a nasty divorce and was not particularly looking for another relationship of the intimate kind. At any rate Frank, Joann, Helen (Frank's wife), and their office manager were having a lively discussion about astrology and the science behind the art. Being adopted, I'd never pursued have a 'chart' done because I had no time of birth and come to find out ten years later, I was born in a different city 60 miles away from where I thought. This bit of information seemed to spark Frank's interest and he asked me if I'd like to know the time. I was skeptical yet I played along and said, yes.
Frank asked me what year I was born and then explained that he'd like to put his palm on my forehead for a moment. I told him 1957... it was a very good year. Heinz and Chevy still come to mind today as most popular. After a few moments of silence Frank told Helen to write this down: 6/29 at 5:12 am. I thought that was interesting as my birth certificate's date was June 30. That was really too close to be coincidence. Then he went on... two months, 19 days at 11:43 am. He said that was when the walk-in occurred. Hmmm.... I thought. I first heard 'The Voice' around that same time, only it was in the evening shortly after 7 pm. I wonder if he was on Greenwich? Still, it gave indication that indeed 'something' was going on in my life at that period which would have been rather intense for someone a little more integrated into the daily regime of adulthood. It certainly was difficult for my parents to relate.
So there is that term walk-in that I was bantering about earlier. Is that what it really is? I don't know anyone else's direct experience. What I know for myself was that I didn't notice any extreme awareness that I was suddenly someone else or felt like part of me left. I felt just the opposite, like I was aware of a greater part of myself instead. I certainly felt like it was normal as far as experiences go because I didn't consider it otherwise. There was an obvious gap in age with my parents and I so maybe they had just forgotten what it was like to be young and inquisitive with an active sensory array. Apparently as we grow older we are much more inhibited and insecure about our inner lives, evidently because we have to be 'grown up.' I don't think I've 'grown up' yet and I'm almost 50. Wow! How time has flown! I'm still just as inquisitive, only I can ask more intelligent questions.
As a 'walk-in' I've only noticed a gradual increase in awareness, sometimes accelerated, that has allowed me to peer into a variety of patterns of behavior and states of consciousness. I refuse to believe that I am anything other than whole. I may not be aware of just how 'whole' I am... only that I AM. My muse, I suppose, is the plethora of reflections one can entertain in consideration of establishing a 'reality' that works for everyone. If no one else is on the same page with you, then eventually you find yourself on the fringes and very uncomfortable. Maybe this is why some people choose to use this label to help them listen to their inner knowing as it exits their mouths in a 'channeled' message to others. I've heard that we often project toward others what we need to hear or know ourselves. Pretty pure messages that for some reason we don't seem to 'get' during the process.
When one challenges another in their own experience or the authenticity of their 'channeling' you'd think you were trying to destroy them or something. Rarely have I witnessed anyone roll with the punches and do any kind of self-actualized personal inventory in those cases. I'm not sure if it is the outer questions that provoke them or the inner knowing that they've been pulling the wool over others' eyes, or their own frustration of facing the truth and it being something different than what they have been living. We get caught up in many masks during a lifetime, so why would this be any thing to the contrary? There are strange phenomena in the human psyche and persona that reflect a much greater reality than anything we can imagine, or believe we can. I have to admit that I can see the logic of an exchange that honors two individuals in such a way as to relieve etheric stress, though.
The next few years were going to be wild, nonetheless. I was just opening doors that I thought had been closed for some time because of my domestic situation... married with children. My wife had not joined me in the quest for understanding. She often asked me to just make life more simple. I suppose she was right, although there didn't seem to be anything 'simple' about what I was attempting to grok. Whatever this is, it is a very real part of who I Am. I don't have all the answers, however I have enough to irritate those who think they do.