Thoughts.com Blogs - Am I a walk-in?

I don't know if you've heard of walk-ins.   I used to think people who believed that they were walk-ins were slightly unhinged. A poor excuse for changing your personality, I thought.
Until I had cause to finally consider this possibility, having exhausted all others.

A walk-in is a discarnate soul waiting for a body, but doesn't necessarily need to be 'born' and go through all the childhood issues.
It needs a specific learning which it will find if a living body is temporarily vacated during an nde... a deeply traumatic event when the soul removes itself for a moment... or during prolonged surgery.
As far as I understand, it is allowed to inhabit the body of a soul who has completed their learning and is ready to move on, but the body still has life potential.
It's complicated I know... but there are karmic rules that have to be adhered to.
This is quite different to being 'possessed'. We're not talking negative entities here, but souls on their endless journey of learning, swapping over places.

After my 'trip out' at age 8, I felt different. In fact that's a massive understatement. I KNEW I was different.
Amanda (that's my given name) had gone, died. Someone else had stepped into her place.

I wasn't subtly different, I was changed in almost every respect.
The subjects I'd excelled at in school, suddenly became subjects I coudn't do... to save my life.
Things I'd disliked became liked. Friends I'd had disappeared and I replaced them with people I'd not have considered before.
I thought differently, I viewed life differently. I threw out all my clothes and wore completely different fashions.
I felt different... not just in my daily life, but in my soul. Deep down.

My parents became mere caretakers to me. I couldn't relate to them in any way and I know they despaired of me... not much had changed there then..lol!

Then, after the nde at age 11, something else arrived. A strange ability I couldn't quite understand, an ability to feel into people's psyche and influence their actions.
Yes, yes. I know... you shouldn't tamper with someone's free will.... it brings bad karma.

But I was 11, and it was great fun to discover that I could make Mum open the car window in a snow blizzard and then watch her wonder what on earth she'd done that for. I could make the car door remain shut. I could 'think' at people and make them turn round to look at me... make someone in a crowd look at me. Make someone smile for no reason, laugh or cry.

I began to see another side of our world. The previously unseen began to step forward.
Doors that had been opened to the spiritual world during my nde, remained open... they still are open all these years later. I believe they always will be.
I changed yet again. The little girl of my previous 3 years disappeared and I became quite unlike I'd ever been before.
I'm not suffering from MPD (Multiple Personality Disorder), I don't chop and change personas, I am wholly one soul... just a different soul to the one I started off with, or even the one I hosted next.

Yes, this is getting a bit off-the-wall, and if you want to quit me now and read another, more logical blog, then feel free... but just consider this.... this might have happened to someone you know/knew. Think about it.

If you're staying, then hey! thank you for being open-minded enough to entertain alternative probabilities, then you for suspending preconcieved ideas for a few minutes.
Believe me, I've had to ponder some weirder stuff than this, although thankfully, i'm not in that category... yet. lol

So, I'm 11. I appear to have some psychic abilities. I have intensely detailed visions and am now conversing regularly with the great spirit who I encountered during the nde.
I have to keep it all private, as people get locked up for thinking they see little green men (haha, which i don't by the way!).

My school work changed yet again, and my school reports are hilarious. comments like 'she's a different person', 'she's changed completely', I don't know what's gotten into her', and 'it's like she's someone else'... are written there in black and white for all to see.
My world was a spiritual one... unfortunately the one subject they didn't teach in school. I became challenging to the teachers in my RE classes, my parents were told that I questioned too much and disturbed the other students.
In my art classes I drew and painted the spiritual scenery I lived in... people loved it.. it was displayed on the corridor walls in school, but when it came to discussing what it was I was depicting, i met with a wall of disapproval and silence.

So, at age 8, 'Amanda' died, to all intents and purposes. I became 'Mandy' for 3 years until she too passed away. No name was given me after that... I was told that souls don't have names. I still used the name 'Mandy' so that people had something to call me, but it never felt like me. If someone called my name, I'd have to think twice about who they were referring to.
I'm still known as 'Mandy' to my family and some of the people I've known a long time. To my closest and newest friends I'm Merlyn.
Merlyn was a name gifted to me much later on.... but you'll have to wait for a while to read that story.

Food for thought? dropping all preconcieved ideas... can you entertain the possibility that maybe, just maybe... if a soul can travel out of the body during an nde... another can travel in. All it takes is spiritual permission and the right set of circumstances.

until next time... may God hold you in the palm of His hand.