During the course of this year I've come to realize that certain feelings and images in my head that I've had for all of my life go back to an incarnation in China. That, in fact, was the Chinese version of my Banduri lifetime, sort of, in the sense that I was a child from a bloodline of psychically active women. In order to deal with the threat that I and my female kin were under, we lived in a very secluded place, a house built into a vertical wall of a gorge at high altitude. I remember spending most of my time in a rather large room with very high windows, easily seven meters high, separated by heavy dark brown wooden beams. Not much to do there, except for the spectacular view across and into the gorge, the opposing side several hundred meter away. At one point a man lowered himself on a rope and sat there like a spider in the upper left corner of the left most window, a sight that still gives me the creeps, although I don't think things ended well for that guy.
During the past weeks I've been waiting for clues on how that lifetime went on, but it seems that it didn't. The man on the window blew himself up and I was killed by the blast.
The thing is, that lifetime and my present life overlapped for a few years. I'm a walk-in.
A famous walk-in was Abraham Lincoln, a chronically depressed soul that made a deal with another soul (at soul-level) to replace him, so that the public figure Lincoln could complete his role in history, unimpeded by depression.
For many years I have wondered why I don't have any memories from before I was four years old and also about the boy that I seemed to be before that. In the mid-sixties my father was a super-8 film enthusiast, and, among other things, made films about the boisterous toddler that I seemed to be, so much at variance with the lonely and desperate childhood that I remember. My family must have seen the discontinuity, but never really mentioned it.
So there I was, a Chinese girl in a Dutch boy's skin in a new family that I have problematic karmic ties with, see My father, the reptilian and Admin’s history for this aspect of my sister's soul history. In a sense a walk-in is like any other incarnation in that you don't have any concrete memories of previous lives, except that normally souls take some time to recuperate from a previous life and to evaluate, but in my case it was all very sudden and instantaneous, at least, that's how it feels. Another difference is that a newly born is a blank slate, while a walk-in's body already has an imprint of a life and a soul on its nervous system and cellular memory. The creation of a walk-in is like emptying a cup. Due to adhesion a thin layer with droplets remains. Likewise the consciousness of the previous person lingers in the nervous system, but I don't seem to have the memories collected by the previous soul.
More later.