Leaving the Body is a Choice, Returning is too.

Ed, it’s just something that struck me today. I was thinking about how my Granddad John Waltham spent near five hours, his last five hours in the astral of this realm, convincing me to get back in my body. I had leaped out as soon as I’d sensed he left his.

I was 100% airtight sure I was not going to live in this world without him. It was a herculean task he did that day. Somehow he convinced me to get back into my body.

When I did, my body was cold and stiff. I couldn’t move a finger, or turn my head. It took from 5am to 8am for me to warm my blood, to circulate again to be able to move.

But the thing that struck me was, that he had convinced me. That meant that the choice was mine. I could re-enter at my will. Even five hours after leaving, after my body had gone stiff.

(I described this experience in detail in my autobiography “Spirit“.)

I remembered, Ed, one of the first other life memories I ever had. I started my book “Ed’s Past Lives” with it. It was somewhere in Germany in the mid-1900s. My memory was me standing at the end of a hospital corridor, looking ahead at a man sitting on the waiting chairs outside a room.

I remember the clenched jaw as he told me psychically, “Get back in there. Get back in there now. I know you’re here. I know you can hear me. Get back in your body now. It doesn’t matter what state it is in. You come back right now.”

Although I could hear him, I couldn’t comprehend. I slowly came down the corridor pulled by the terse and almost angry insistence.

I came near and saw through the open door, a pregnant woman’s body on the table. Everything was destroyed. One left hand hung out over the side, with a wrist watch on it. Everything else looked like modern art. Almost hard to see it was a woman and that a baby had died too.

Yet I heard you terse, insisting, “Get back in there now. Get back in there now. We’ll manage whatever.”

My soul melted and I found myself back in. To this day I cannot describe the pain I experienced as I re-entered my body. I went completely numb. They called it paralysis. I was alive, but a vegetable.

My physical injuries healed but I was unable to speak, respond to anything but very basic things. I was considered a hopeless case.

But you never lost faith. You insisted that it was the shock and that if I took such a big step as to come back into my destroyed body, I would find the soul strength to heal it, too, even if it was slowly.

Six months later, one day when you entered the bedroom after your bath, I turned over on my own. From then on I slowly healed. I healed enough to have another child, (we already had a daughter) and bring them up.

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The reason I’m telling you this, Ed, is that every time I left my body, it was because I had lost hope of recovery, lost hope of ever finding happiness.

That is actually what death is. It’s when we no longer believe that we can be healed, be beautiful, find our deepest truest love, and be truly happy.

The morbid storylines of thug world, that they tell us are inevitable, depress us.

They lie.

It’s our choice if we want to face life, believe in miracles and reach our potential and destiny.

We can CHOOSE to fully come into our body and activate just by our PRESENCE all the natural super powers of this magic called Body.