The Genesis of Amie
10 January 2018 Filed in: The Beginning
You’ve caught me in the midst of transition. As I was writing the genesis story of my incarnation as Amie it began to dawn on me how much I have moved beyond the original drive that created this incarnation. This bears some writing, yet for a foundation, I shall first describe how and why I chose to be among you today.
After my last incarnation, I did not want to return to Earth for a while. It was a rather painful experience and it took me a while to release that grief and allow myself the love that teemed all around me. Not that all my human incarnations have been this heavy, some have been quite empowering. I believe that in current incarnations we are able to connect with those aspects of ourselves that offer us the greatest inspirations to achieve our potential in this lifetime, or even, that this lifetime is a culmination of those lifetimes that we can access. Of course, as an immortal, the memories I have are not all related to Earth or the past, but that is another perspective for another blog.
I thrived not being human, not being in physical form. I learned so much and traveled throughout the universes absorbing and experiencing other places and people. Sometimes I even wonder how much this incarnation is part of my travels. That I discovered you and wanted to intermingle with you, learn of you. I think sometimes we think of ourselves so tied to an identity that we presume our whole lives has always orbited around that, began from that, and from this reference point we move. Yet what if my human Earth experience has only been one stop in the midst of my life for which I returned again and again because of the myriad of ways it transformed me and by association those I was connected to?
After a time traveling, there were those who encouraged me to return to Earth, but I didn’t really want to. I was happy to live as I had been. I certainly didn’t wish to relive another painful life here. I was also very not attracted to the finite and physical constraints of this dimension, along with the current state of man’s evolution. I knew eventually I would need to return, but not yet. I traveled elsewhere, staying away from this galaxy.
“Are you ready, yet?” One would ask when I came back from a trip. “No,” I would reply and immerse myself somewhere else. But, Earth remained in my thoughts and I began to watch this planet. I observed your state of affairs and listened to your prayers. I’m not sure how many times I kept returning, maybe five or six times. My deep love for humans and this place won out over any last reluctance. I was certain that I could help relieve your grief and thereby help you to truly connect with your beautiful soulful Self. In the last incarnation I had to die before I discovered that truth for my human self; I didn’t want you to have to wait that long.
I went to those who could assist my timeline contract and the details involving the interactions, events, and potential of this incarnation, as well as, to facilitate my transfer into the human dimension. I reviewed and agreed to the contract. (And yes, when particular events have arrived in my timeline I remember watching them then.) I requested the ability to remember my immortal life, to remember all these moments that led me to becoming Amie. I felt that was essential to accomplish my mission. I learned this required my own infusion, to hold with fierce conscious clarity my divinity through the incarnating process.
The manifestation into time began. As I slipped through the conscious layers it felt somewhat like falling. And as I fell, the layers became heavier, more tangible. I was passing from one dimension into another. This emergence into density created a discomfort. I hadn’t felt discomfort in a long time and I was trying to recollect what this particular sensation was that was creating me to acknowledge discomfort. It was like a pressure rippling through and around me. I reached out to the Collective for understanding, but there was no answer. This is when I realized they felt distant. A veil was closing in around me from what and where I was, to what and where I was becoming. I reinforced my will to remember, to retain all that I could, to entrain into my incarnation my immortal reality. At the same time, I modulated my being to adapt to the discomforting physical form conjoining with me.
Eventually, the falling sensation stopped and all become quiet and dark, as if I was in a deep sleep. My sleep lightened a little to the sounds of voices and laughter, a heartbeat, and guitar music. There was not much thought occurring, just simple responses, likes and dislikes. I liked the laughter and music and wanted to hear more. I disliked my mother’s hiccups, her anger, and the positions she would get herself in that put pressure on my environment.
When I was born I was welcomed into the world with my first headache. The discomforting sensations of moving through layers had returned, and gasping to get beyond that was a short lived relief as the oncoming slaughter of new stimuli overwhelmed my senses. When I cried, the air was raspy against my tender throat, though the first sound of my voice intrigued me. I tried to open my eyes, but I was sticky; everything was loud, bright, and fuzzy. Finally, I was wrapped in something warm, the sticky feeling was not so much, and I heard my mother’s heartbeat again, but this time it sounded more distant. I already missed my more intimate connection with it. I have wondered since if the ticking of clocks in homes are a substitute for the rhythm of time we first heard in the womb.
And so my incarnation had officially begun. The early years were especially confusing when two modes of operating were pushing and drawing me, one that my spirit and my connection with those on the other side drew me to, and one that humans were insisting on and grooming me toward. It is a strange thing to comprehend universal truths and realities and yet my physical mind was still learning how to speak, develop a vocabulary, write, read, and perform mathematics. I felt connected with life both energetically and with the heart of every living thing, yet still learning how to develop relationships and relate to the personas others expressed. It takes time for an incarnation to reach maturity for its environment and be a fit vessel for one’s consciousness. Time, itself, continues to be a fascinating experience.
My personal mission has been to free the hearts of men. We all long to have the space where our hearts can be untroubled, laid bare, and treasured. Feeling vulnerable and completely safe in that, to be as free with one’s identity is something we all desire. To nurture, even demand, an environment to manifest that reality for us all, starts the place where suffering ends and real connection begins. Fundamentally, this requires self-accountability, trust, and love. When we value Life above all else in every form that it takes, and sense that which is greater than ourselves reciprocating that back in every form it creates, our hearts no longer need to be guarded and imprisoned, and once again we can experience the freedom to be. You know that sensation when you exhale and completely relax. That is an eternity waiting for all of us. It does not need to be delayed until after death. It is the nature of every living creation, freedom. Imprisonment is an illusion, a choice of a temporary experience to restrict and constrict life that concludes when one no longer requires that reality.
Dealing with the sense of lack, though, can itself be a pitfall. To focus all one’s energy on creating something to replace an undesirable present, is to not see the beauty the present affords. A mission, itself, can harbor the strains of suffering, a burden to carry about a fixed view. If that view does not evolve, get re-evaluated, and updated, the risk is to never perceive the attainment of one’s goals and the progress along the way. For example, it was considered in the Bible ages that the majority of man was in need of saving/healing. They were ignorant to Life’s Spiritual reality for them. Over two thousand years later and that mission to save man still has the same fixed view. The belief is the majority still remain ignorant - unsaved or unbelievers. Yet this is simply not true. I saw a documentary where one statistically demonstrated that more people are leaving church, and this was explained that more and more people didn’t believe in God. Yet, could the statistics not also be explained differently? That the current spiritual institutions are no longer capable of nurturing the evolving spiritual awakening happening within these people, because they did not update their own mission and perspective?
As I said in the beginning, you caught me in transition. My reasons for this incarnation is undergoing a transformation. I embark on something even more courageous for this incarnation: living here in this finite life as an infinite being. One does not have to wait until they cross over to continue their immortal reality and experience. The love of this lifetime is for my humanity to live in this way. Not just to have a lovely Earth bound story, but to live my immortality from the physical dimension. In this way, it seems this was always the potential for my life as Amie, and now that I have reached where all of my cells are fit for this moment, my genesis truly begins.