Where did summer go? Or winter—for my Aussie cousins? As I stare out my office window, my Aspen dances her signature solo as she changes from green to shades of gold. It won’t be long before mountain chickadees perch on her naked branches hunting for the seeds I scatter. They pluck sunflower hearts and nyjer from snowy graves and sing their name into the icy north wind. Chick-a-dee-dee-dee—a solitude and singular aria that almost defies death.
I said almost.
Everything dies. We’ve been taught. We die and most of us accept that it’s an inevitable fact of being alive. Some of us struggle against it and fight until the end. Others, often in pain, embrace death as an escape from a life that has become too difficult. We’ve been taught death is the end. Like closing a well-worn book. The end. It’s over. Done with, except for the memories possessed by those we leave behind.
But what if what we’ve been taught isn’t exactly right.
In my last post, we talked about mitochondria and reincarnation and the difference between the two. As I continue in my search for other possibilities to death—in that death of one’s physical body does not necessarily mean death to one’s energy—the idea of Walk-Ins prevails.
If you open your mind to the possibility that our energy is immortal, where does our energy go when our body is worn out and we must close the book? Is that it? Do we cease?
I was never much on the idea of heaven. I love Earth too much to think I wouldn’t be a part of her—in some form—forever. Before we continue our discussion on Walk-Ins, I’ve provided a checklist, for you open-minded souls, who think you might host such a force of energy.
The following list is based on Ruth Montgomery’s research. She is author of Strangers Among Us and was a pioneer in the study of Walk-Ins. Montgomery introduced the concept of Walk-Ins during the 1970s, but first her fame came as a well-respected journalist and political columnist not as a writer of unorthodox ideas.
If You Host a Walk-In
- Things no longer seem to be what you were taught or what you believed.
- You have a strong inner compulsion to write.
- You suddenly have a new awareness of life energies. (Or you can pinpoint the time in your life when this occurred.)
- You have clearer goals.
- Your aimless wanderings disappear.
- You have deeper perceptions. You just know.
- You find you have a love of all beings.
- You can now solve problems that once blocked your progress.
- Your family and friends may remark they notice an improved attitude associated with your persona. You are more energetic, hopeful, and dedicated.
- You may realize all this, but may think you have simply been granted insight, or that you have exited from a period of depression.
I believe I’ve hosted a Walk-In. Montgomery’s list registered a big YES for me. I was raised a Lutheran, taught Sunday school from the time I was in the eighth grade until forty something, and was quite devout. In my forties, I began my first serious attempt at writing that novel I’d put off for years.
It involved hours of research at the library trawling through decades of microfiche. We were living in Burnet, Texas at the time. The town’s, and surrounding towns’, histories are saturated in colorful antiquity; and I embarked upon a journey to find out as much about Native American traditions and lore as I could—primarily the Comanche who were integral to this region.
The more I researched the beliefs of Native Americans, the more I realized that what they believed in, of a spiritual nature, I believed. Like, how animals seem to speak to us if we listen. During this period, I met my shamanic friend, Gloria. She held monthly meetings at the anthropology museum in the area where she led attendees on guided spiritual journeys. I opened myself up to the possibilities and on one of these journeys, I became host to my first Walk-In.
It was not until years later that I realized what had happened. I knew something had changed within me. I no longer felt the need to sit in a church pew to worship my Creator. Instead, I found Him alive on every path I walked, in every tree I touched, and heard Him in the cooing of Mourning Doves.
According to Montgomery, an individual who hosts a Walk-In presents in the following physical demeanor.
- Their eyes are tranquil.
- They are steady.
- Exhibit a willingness to help others without expecting personal reward.
- Exhibit a quiet radiance.
- Do not take part in harmful gossip about others.
- Has a calm demeanor.
- Likes her/his fellow being but does not establish close ties with any of them.
- “Seems to operate on two levels, one in everyday affairs about which they go cheerfully, and the other on a higher plane, as if their thoughts are elsewhere. ” —Ruth Montgomery
Throughout my life, I’ve known people who go out of their way to help others—unpretentious people who ask nothing in return. On the nightly news, people are featured who open soup kitchens for the needy, adopt special needs children, and travel to areas where their skills are needed to assist others after a disaster.
I’m not trying to downplay the innate goodness of others, but I do wonder…what makes the difference between a tree hugger and someone who thinks violence is the answer to problems? I recently read a news article that talked about human tendencies toward aggression. The journalist asked if violence is a part of human nature.
According to the article, humans and chimpanzees are the only species that kill their own kind. Most species kill for food or to protect their territory. The article asks if we inherited this violent nature from a common mysterious ancestor shared between chimps and humans; because, as the article states, the chimpanzee is the animal most closely related to humans.
Nature? Nuture? Or Something Else…
In today’s society, we consider ourselves highly sophisticated, yet violence seems to be rampant. But so are acts of good. Noting this, the argument that humans are by nature violent doesn’t add up. Many of us are not violent and go out of way to avoid it.
What does this have to do with Walk-Ins?
Montgomery urges the necessity to protect Walk-Ins.“There are not enough of them in physical body to protect each other from the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune…If one senses that a friend or acquaintance is a Walk-In he will be wise to keep it to himself or to speak quietly of his belief to that person, without spreading it around.”
But that was written in 1978, so one must wonder if now is the time to at least entertain the possibilities of Walk-Ins. Especially since we have the capabilities to connect with each other, anywhere around the world, via the internet. I hesitate asking if you believe Walk-Ins are possible because of Montgomery’s warning? So if you do, you don’t need to say. But, I bet I can guess.
It wasn’t until I started my blog that I began to consider the idea of Walk-Ins again. I struggle with Montgomery’s statement that there are not enough Walk-Ins in physical form. Maybe there are more than we think. Maybe, having lived before, Walk-Ins enter to guide us on a path away from violence and toward goodness. I’ve drawn this conclusion from my own experience with Walk-Ins, and because, according to Montgomery, a Walk-In’s mission is to uplift and advance mankind.
A definite way to uplift and advance human would be to guide us away from all the violence.
I have two more blogs I want to write about Walk-Ins. In one we will discuss the difference between Walk-Ins and Extraterrestrials, because I already know that some of my science fiction fans are asking: “Could a Walk-In be an ET?”
The second blog will take some in-depth research before it’s ready and will discuss the connection between the Native American’s Ghost Dance Religion and Walk-Ins, and a theory I’ve had in the back of my mind for many years.
Hope to see you back next time. Until then, Happy Walk-In.
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(BTW the animals pictures are my children’s animal totems. My daughter is Turtle. My son is Otter. My grand daughter is the Great Blue Heron. And Fox is my little grandson we lost in April but whose presence I feel every day.)