(An introduction to Walk-Ins appears in my last blog post.)
I’ve been interested in the concept of Walk-Ins and have researched the topic since the 1990s when I began work on my first novel. I didn’t take the concept seriously until I woke one morning and felt different.
My shamanic friend, Gloria, had guided a small group of individuals in a ceremony the night before. This guided journey led me to someone who had been dead for fifteen years. The young man embraced me, and I woke the next morning feeling enlightened, full of energy, and inspired to do great things.
I was different. For the next 20 plus years, the young man was with me encouraging me to write, to teach, to learn. I never felt alone. He was always present. I could feel him. And hear him.
The only thing that seemed to explain the difference in me was the concept of Walk-Ins and so began my research.
Reincarnation and Walk-Ins
Reincarnation as defined by Wikipedia is:
the religious or philosophical concept that the soul or spirit, after biological death, begins a new life in a new body.
Could this explain the feeling of being different? And how does Reincarnation differ from Ruth Montgomery’s concept of Walk-Ins?
(ProbeNote: Ruth Montgomery is author of Strangers Among Us. Her book introduced the world to the concept of Walk-Ins. It infiltrated the seventies’ New Age religion, but her fame came first as a well-respected journalist and political columnist not as a writer of unorthodox ideas.)
The Belief in Reincarnation
A quick read of Reincarnation on Wikipedia outlines the history of this belief that dates back for centuries. Though rooted in the culture, traditions, and religions of India; reincarnation was also taught by Celtic Druids and discussed in ancient Greek Philosophy before Socrates. Many religions believe—as well as many famous people—in the idea of Reincarnation.
Benjamin Franklin wrote the following epitaph for himself.
The Body of B. Franklin,Printer,Like the cover of an Old book,Its content torn outStripped of its lettering and gilding,Lies hereFood for the wormsBut the work shall not be lost,For it will as he believedAppear once moreIn a new and more elegant editionRevised and correctedBy the Author.
“When I see nothing annihilated (in the works of God) and not a drop of water wasted, I cannot suspect the annihilation of souls, or believe that He will suffer the daily waste of millions of minds ready made that now exist, and put Himself to the continual trouble of making new ones. Thus, finding myself to exist in the world, I believe I shall, in some shape or other, always exist; and, with all the inconveniences human life is liable to, I shall not object to a new edition of mine, hoping, however, that the errata of the last may be corrected.”
Walk-Ins and Reincarnation—the Difference
As I explained, in my last blog post, a Walk-In may enter the physical body of a person in need, but the original doesn’t always exit. As in my case, the Walk-In and I coexisted, and he led me on a path to higher learning—enlightenment—and then writing.
The belief in Reincarnation teaches that the body dies and the spirit moves on, which is not the same as a Walk-In. With a Walk-In, a person’s body continues, but has allowed another energy source to enter other than, or along with, its original.
How is this possible?
A Fringe Concept
In an episode of this science fiction TV series, Fringe (2008-2013), character Dr. Walter Bishop, played by actor John Nobles, discussed mitochondria and said that these powerhouses of our cells cannot be created nor can they be destroyed. Is this just TV science fiction?
- Within each of our cells are many mitochondria, tiny biochemical power plants that convert chemicals from food to ATP, the basic fuel molecule used by your cells to provide energy for life.
- A person inherits his/her/their mitochondrial genes primarily from the mother, with some rare exceptions.
- Mitochondria were once a separate organism that came to live in symbiosis with ancestral cells. As such, they brought their own DNA to the party; some of it still remains within our mitochondria, separate from the DNA we carry in chromosomes in the cell nucleus.
If Dr. Walters is right, that mitochondria cannot be created nor can it be destroyed, then when we die, where does our mitochondria—our energy—go? And do I have someone else’s mitochondria floating around inside me?
This is the essence of a Walk-In, and I believe explains, in a sciencey way, the possibility that they could exist.
How You Might Feel
Have you ever suddenly felt different–behaved differently, believed differently—for no explainable reason? You are you. But you don’t feel the same. You no longer feel the need to run to church every Sunday. Instead, someone is telling you to stay home, go for a walk, enjoy nature because that is where the Creator is.
You might feel like Emily Dickinson, who wrote:
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church –I keep it, staying at Home –With a Bobolink for a Chorister –And an Orchard, for a Dome –Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice –I, just wear my Wings –And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,Our little Sexton – sings.God preaches, a noted Clergyman –And the sermon is never long,So instead of getting to Heaven, at last –I’m going, all along.
Or you might feel somewhat like the lyrics in the song Bruce Springsteen wrote and sings, “The Streets of Philadelphia.” Though the song was written for the film Philadelphia, it has resonating phrases that resemble the feeling one gets when hosting a Walk-In.
“I was bruised and battered, I couldn’t tell what I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
I saw my reflection in a window, I didn’t know my own face…”
—Bruce Springsteen, “The Streets of Philadelphia.”
My Experience with Walk-Ins
My first Walk-In left me after many years when he knew I was well on my way to becoming a writer. He told me he had others to inspire. I cried, and each day he faded a little more until I could no longer feel him. His journey was complete. Mine was not.
Several years ago, I believe I became host to another Walk-In. Her name was Lyla. Unlike my first Walk-In, her mission was not to inspire my writing but to reunite with an energy from her past. Once that had happened, she left.
She was fun, but not concerned with my need to write, and she was a bit of a mischief maker. She broke the rules, giggled about it, and threw caution to the wind. I think this is why she left so quickly. We were not a good match. Either that, or her mission was complete.
She did teach me a few things. She’d say things at four in the morning like, “Get your ass out of bed. Your body can sleep when it’s dead. Live today because it may be your last day as the you who you are now.” Then she’d giggle and say stuff like, “You’re not getting any younger. Get that tattoo you’ve always wanted.”
And so I did.
She made me feel young again, full of life and energy. For that I will always be grateful. But as I sit staring at my tattoo, I’m going like, Seriously? What was that about?
And I giggle a little, too.