Let me preface this by saying that this is how we survive the long haul; I want to survive and live not just exist… we all do and there are souls out there far worse than me… This body wasn’t always mine.  It wasn’t meant to be mine in that sense but we take our chances and hope it pays off.  Luckily for me it did and the body is now me too.

I’m telling you this from my new body, I’m writing this using limbs that are new to me. It’s such a strange feeling to feel keys under my fingers, rain on my skin. Smell the pancakes my housemates are cooking, taste the maple syrup that I will liberally pour all over them.  I have felt rain and tasted foods before but it’s been such a long time in earth years that this all seems very new to me again and technically it is new to me because this time period is very different. 

Being a soul without a body isn’t like people think; we aren’t just floating things in nothingness; we also don’t have a form that’s comprehensible to the human mind... but imagine us as lightly glowing dandelion seeds.  We see and hear we just don’t have any other senses until we inhabit a physical body.  We exist on the same plains as humans do just in a separate level and we’re all around all the time however we can’t all just jump into a body Willy-nilly; there’s a correct way of doing things and I was good and stuck to the rules but not every soul does that. 

I’m sorry, this isn’t very clear right now but I’ll try my best to put things in order for you.  Memories and emotions are such a jumble for me as I settle into this physical being - trying to distinguish my own from theirs is like pulling at a tangle of strings and once all those strings are unraveled they can be braided together and neither of us will know the difference. 

My soul became free from my previous body when I was murdered. I don’t know the time or place because it’s no longer relevant, I just know it was a very long time ago.  I also don’t know how much time passed between my soul becoming untethered and finding someone I could meld with.  Time becomes weird and inconsequential when you’re not in a body.  Like I said before you can’t just jump into a body; that body has to be soul-free and you have to have an attachment to it somehow otherwise it won’t work. 

Before I go further, I’ll answer the question I know people will be asking…. “How does a body become soul-free and not die?” 

Some people’s souls like to travel to the astral plains.  They like to wander and experience other places; a sort of wanderlust and it cannot be controlled by the body the soul is in; though some like to think they can project and travel at will it’s just the soul taking every chance it can to leave without fully leaving.  

Sometimes that soul can travel too far and it will stretch out thinner and thinner each time then eventually become untethered from its body; leaving the body alive but without a soul.  What happens then? When a body is left without a soul like this it will not wake - this is how many patients are left comatose but without injury occurring.  Families and doctors are left confused without answers because generally the brain is still active enough to keep the natural functions of breathing and such going.  Eventually either a soul will find its way back - which is rare but happens, a new soul will take its place or the body will be left as a hollow shell simply coasting until its natural functions cease.

There are people who have written their experiences after coming back to their body; the soul was always meant for that body and they speak of a white light, loved ones or walking around endlessly. Near death experiences and such-like.  My writing is not of that.

I digress...

Before the soul untethers itself completely there’s a calling across the astral; souls who are actively looking to re-enter the earth plains will be pulled towards the body - there are also many souls who are not looking for a body…

The calling happens for days, weeks, months sometimes years for the body but for the soul it’s just the blink of an eye and we are always there when the original soul wanders, waiting for our moment. 

The new soul is tested.  Not a written test or a physical test; our previous lives are weighed against the life of the body of the person we are pulled towards.  I learned that this soul has known this lineage of the body over the ages through generations and so because of this I was, in earth plains terms, bumped up the list to get my chance because I was best suited for it. 

The powers that be, no matter what that is that you believe in, don’t want to put the wrong soul in the wrong body - that can have disastrous consequences for everyone involved.  Souls that don’t want to be on the earth plains can lead their bodies to have malicious thoughts, harm themselves and end their own lives just to be untethered again and continue wandering - to some the astral itself is like a drug habit and each time it returns they want to stay longer and longer until leaving is almost impossible.  There is knowledge of souls who have been forced into bodies and far too many came back prematurely before those powers learned their own hard lessons.  It still happens and no soul knows why. 

A dark soul can find its way into the body that a good soul once occupied and corrupt them so completely their life cycle ends prematurely or they are driven to literal insanity.  These are the souls the astral try to banish away from the earthly plains; they don’t belong anywhere but a soul cannot truly be destroyed.  Once a soul has been created into being; it is for eternity. That soul will always exist.

When trying to tether a soul to a new body, there isn’t just one soul for that body; the numbers are insurmountable to the human brain; think of those dandelion seeds in the wind floating to find their new home.  Only we aren’t so much floating as just… being.  We are there. We are present.  We wait. 

There is a small, tiny, minuscule moment when the correct new soul for the body, in this case me, can dive right in there without too much of a fight… but there are others that don’t care about correct and right and they’re the very bad souls that corrupt and kill whomever they take over.  They’re the souls who will try to attach to another soul and hitchhike into the new body;  this can result in what earth plains medical professionals term as multiple personalities.  The body should not ever have more than one soul inside of it; the mind is not meant for that at this stage.  Only a small number of civilisations have perfected the art of being at peace while housing two souls.  

Tethering to a new body requires the mind to connect completely.  Think of it as a symbiosis - everything must be compatible for there to be minimal or no issues.  During this time that tethering takes place the soul and body are weak to attack from another soul; usually the ones trying to hitchhike.  During that relatively short period of time; only a few minutes in real time, the soul must anchor itself into the body.  A soul doesn’t have a form, no arms and legs or hands and feet however the only way to explain it would be to imagine that I was winding myself around the body and holding on tight while everything melts in together.  

When successful with no fight or minimal fight the body will awake feeling a little groggy, maybe headachey and spaced out but nothing will have really changed; memories and sensations will all be the same and the body will have no idea of any difference as such.  Sometimes there’s some disassociation for a short while; some mannerisms may change but generally when the soul is in the correct body, everything will flow and the body & mind will feel somewhat at peace.

You’re reading this so, obviously my tethering wasn’t as smooth sailing as I wanted it to be.  I’m not an old soul, I’m a young soul.  I haven’t had experience of doing this before; this is only my second body and though I knew how I had to do what needed to be done, actually doing it was much harder than I thought and I’m so grateful for the surrounding souls for helping me.  

I could sense them around me.  Saying you can see them is wrong because we can’t see each other; we sense each other and our place in relation to each other.  When I was holding on to the body and tethering myself, there was another trying to rip me away and take my place.  The soul didn’t want to hijack me and join me; it wanted to take my place completely and if I was alone to tether myself it would have succeeded but they helped me.  

Putting it into words is hard but I’ll try my best.  Imagine me, the soul, as that seed; the long stem of the seed is sort of elastic and the tail is wrapped around the body on the earth plains and I am melting into the person to become one.  There is another who is a dark soul, evil and it’s trying to pull me off and away.  Around me are other good souls who grow and join to create a barrier between that evil soul and myself with the body.  They hold off this malicious soul until I am completely one with the body and cannot be ripped from it. 

I speak of good and bad as if it’s completely black and white and in some way I guess it is.  A good soul isn’t a soul that’s pure and innocent, it’s not a soul that has never done any bad.  It’s a soul that is inherently good with positive intentions; decisions are made from a good place and they mean no malice to the world they inhabit.  Bad souls are just that; they are bad - they will only hurt; they will breed hate and violence.  These souls care only for themselves and others like them.  They carry no guilt and no real love, they have no patience and care only for furthering their own goals. 

Why would souls like this exist?  There is good and evil on earth and the astral; I’m not talking about God and The Devil or Heaven and Hell because on the astral these things simply do not exist for us.  That’s not to say they don’t exist at all in some form - I simply don’t know yet and won’t until my time comes, just like everyone else.  

These bad souls exist for balance; they were once good though and have become corrupted during their time on the earthly plains.  No soul knows how the first soul actually became corrupted; simply that it was and is and has been.  

The body I now inhabit, the body that’s now me, woke up tired and feeling rough; images from bad dreams relating to that bad soul fill my head and for a few moments I look around my new room and shake myself into place.  The body and brain shouldn’t remember any of what I’m writing but they do and I don’t know how long that will last; this is sort of new to me and very new to them.  They and I are now the same person and because of the slight trauma in tethering they can distinguish that something is off though they don’t feel different - there are no blank spaces.