By now you know who you are.
You are everywhere, thoroughly mixed into humanity,
walking among us.
found in all walks of life, in myriad occupations and lifestyles, belonging
to cultures as diverse as this planet has to offer. Yet, you have not
felt that you belonged here at all. Many of you have felt abandoned,
as if you had been put up for adoption by your real parents and left
with a strange alien family. When you were young, perhaps you looked
closely into the eyes of your mother, father and siblings and wondered
who they were and why you were living with them. Gazing up at the stars
at night, you cried into the sky for your true people to rescue you
from this unfamiliar reality. Yes, you are one of the Star-Borne.
When you were a child, you had many unusual dreams and experiences.
You tried to share them with your family, but they were often put down
as the workings of an over-active imagination. Some of you remember
hovering above your bed at night, gazing upon your sleeping body with
curious detachment. Or perhaps you experienced the sensation of becoming
so vast that it stretched your mind past its limits of understanding.
Just when you started to adjust your parameters to being so huge. .
. in a flash you became small, so terribly tiny that it was inconceivable
Possibly you felt motion speed up until everything became a blur, making
you feel dizzy and sick. Then without warning, time slowed down to the
slowest crawl, driving you crazy with impatience. These experiences
of childhood, some of which remain with you today, were journeys through
the various black holes and dimensional doorways which you were more
open to experience when you were young and unschooled in the ways of
this contemporary world where such things are thought not to exist.
You might have seen fairies in the wild places of nature who shared
with you their secrets with a welcome joy. For they are ever pleased
when humans can acknowledge their presence and play with them. Indeed,
that is how it was ever meant to be. Perhaps Angels came to you at night
in the privacy of your room where the world could not intrude. They
sang to you the Song of Stars, ever watching over you; sometimes healing
you from illness or despair. Or late at night warmly snuggled in your
bed, you were visited by brightly colored spheres of light that were
strangely reassuring. Yes, you are one of the Star-Borne.
Or maybe you felt as if you were lost, that perhaps you had taken a
wrong turn somewhere on your journey, ending up by accident on planet
Earth. But alas, you cannot remember the way to return Home. You look
up into the sky at night, hoping that the flickering of your dim memories
of so long ago will catch a spark and reignite. Walking about this planet
in a state of dazed resignation, you know that as long as you find yourselves
here, there must be some reason behind it. That perhaps, there is some
form of service you can render in order to earn your passage home. Yes,
you are one of the Star-Borne.
But then again, you might be on Earth because you are being punished
for some serious transgression that you did "somewhere else."
Possibly, you may remember misusing your power in another dimension.
And now you are placed on this planet in order to atone for past misdeeds.
And of course, you have made sure to keep yourself as diminished as
possible so that you will never need to face the challenge of being
an instrument of power again! You are the ones who are the "walking
wounded". . . full of swords, daggers & hatchets that you,
yourselves, have placed within your own beings. The constant hurt keeps
you small and safe from the danger of becoming too strong. Walking upon
this planet with a self-effacing shuffle, as if stooped under the immense
burden of guilt that you carry. Knowing that you are "unworthy"
of being Home, accepting the pain of banishment and disgrace without
question. Yes, you are one of the Star-Borne.
Each of us who is Star-Borne has carried these feelings within us, embedded
deep within our cellular memory banks. We have wondered why we are here,
why we are so different from the "others"; why we don't seem
to fit in with the life patterns deemed "normal". It is as
if we hear a different anthem than most. One that touches us deeply;
yet, few others seem to hear. And it is the fragments of this precious
song which enable us to continue on, as if seeking to put together pieces
of an obscure puzzle, sacred to us, yet ignored by most.
We gather our
as if pearls strung together on a cord,
endeavoring to create our necklace of remembrance.
Thus it has been for us as we have lived out our countless incarnations
on planet Earth. Sometimes we have so disguised ourselves as to almost
pass for "normal", experiencing brief moments of fitting in.
Though in the end, we didn't feel good inside while acting out our deceptions.
Often this actually made us sick, sometimes so ill that we even died.
Always returning to another embodiment, a chance to try again.
Then there were our inner rules and codes of conduct. These often conflicted
with those which prevailed on Earth at the time. We seemed to be born
with different rules, values and laws to abide by. Actions which were
perfectly acceptable for everyone else were harmful to us while we were
able to do things that were not permitted to most of humanity. This
not only proved quite confusing, but frequently got us into a lot of
trouble. A state of affairs which continues into the present day.
Sometimes we were blessed by meeting another who seemed to understand.
. . maybe they also heard the sacred song. What a gift when we could
share our true feelings, communicating to each other our most precious
and private yearnings. For those brief moments we didn't feel so lost
and alone. Often, we would receive a penetrating look from the eyes
of a stranger passing by that would lift our spirits and give us hope
that somewhere, there were others who understood.
But most of
we were painfully alone and unacknowledged.
And still we searched.
Still we cried out to the stars
to come and carry us home!
Even physically we were different. Often our temperatures went down
instead of up when we were sick; we frequently had low blood pressure
and clogged sinuses. Our spines were sometimes strange. We could bend
our bodies in unusual ways, what they call "double jointed".
But it was in our eyes where we stood out. We had a look about us or
a way of "looking" that was definitely different from most.
We could SEE. This means that we could see beyond what is normally perceived
with the physical eyes. We could look within another person and read
their soul, their thoughts and innermost feelings. This made many people
uncomfortable around us. In fact, often we were disliked wasn't as if
we were trying to see more; we just could, without any effort at all.
It is simply part of being a Star-Borne.
Thus we lived our lives. . . alone, separate, lonely and misunderstood.
Ever seeking for fuller understanding of our plight. Always searching
for the key which would return us home. Finding solace whenever we could.
. . in a flash of friendship, the sweet, fleeting passion of love or
through communion with nature.
The beauty of
nature gently nourished us,
soothing our restlessness,
grounding us with her enduring patterns of change:
the cycle of birth, death and renewal.
Here, alone with nature, we almost felt at home on this planet. Its
simplicity embraced us, like a mother her child. And we felt succored
and protected from our immense vulnerability. We could relax for a moment
and breathe openly and deeply, gathering strength for our return to
The world assaulted us from the beginning, no matter what time period
or geographical location where we found ourselves incarnated, although
some cultures were more enlightened than others and some embodiments
easier. We tried shielding ourselves with all forms of armor to mask
our deep sensitivity. Of course, this never gave us any real protection.
Finally, the combined weight of our multiple layers of armor proved
to be an unbearable burden. We could barely move, yet still felt too
Throughout time, we have been thrust into all the diversity of expression
inherent on Earth. We experienced being rich and poor, wise and ignorant,
powerful and downtrodden. Ultimately, it all became a blur. We had
seen and experienced everything! It seemed as if there was nothing
more to do.
We began to experience a profound sense of weariness from our extended
cycle of lifetimes on this planet. Often to see another beautiful sunset
or to hear yet another rooster crowing to announce the dawn would move
us to silent tears of deep fatigue. How many more times would these
things repeat themselves?
We had done
everything, been everyone, too many times.
Joy and sadness blurred together in an endless repetition.
Yet, there was still something which had not been experienced by
us. This was the one thing for which we ever searched and yearned.
It was the act of remembrance that we knew was absolutely necessary
in order to find the key which would enable us to return to Oneness.
That which was most precious, had ever eluded us, in spite of all
our earthly adventures....