I conversed with Sophia today.  With a simple query, she broke down in tears.  Collecting herself a few minutes later, she sobbed, “These tears are burning my face.  They really burn!”  I suggested she examine the past life memory behind her tears.  She was being burned at the stake for practicing witchcraft—or more precisely stated, for dispensing herbal remedies.

Coming out of the pain of the memory, Sophia suddenly changed direction, and related her experience from the week before.  After having told a friend of her latest trials and tribulations, the friend asked Sophia if there was an entity living in her body.  In other words, was she possessed?  Sophia had long felt her home was haunted, and that someone (a ghost) had not wanted her husband and her to move in.  She believed it was a prior owner, an old woman, and added that the granddaughter of that woman lived next door. 

The conversation next moved to the friend's concern that Sophia might be possessed by this old woman. Consequently, her friend offered Sophia a healing session.  During the course of the session, they made contact with the old woman.  The friend urged the old woman to leave Sophia’s body and go into the light. But after the session neither Sophia nor her friend were sure if the “entity” had departed. 

The way Sophia’s friend addressed the situation was standard within the confines of the new age movement.  Entities in a host body are generally summoned and then sent on their way “into the light”, disappearing from sight, and supposedly all participants benefit—much less confrontational than the conventional exorcism.

When I asked Sophia to ask herself if the old woman was gone, she responded, “I don’t think so.”  And when I asked her to ask herself if the woman wanted to converse with her, Sophia replied, “I think so.”   As Sophia moved-- without instruction or fear--into her own greater awareness, the space necessary for Sophia and her “possessor” to communicate was reached in a brief moment.

Prior to moving into expanded awareness, Sophia had quietly stated that she had asked her husband the name of the old woman the day before, but he didn’t know.  She also related that the old woman seemed to hang around their bedroom, and that over time Sophia had grown so accustomed to her presence that she gave her no thought.

Knowing that there was a certain deep connection waiting to occur, I suggested that Sophia ask the old woman her name. “Dorothy”, she responded confidently.

Next, Sophia took a moment to try on the thought that perhaps Dorothy wasn’t possessing her, but rather she was attempting to make herself known. It fit.

Sophia also answered her own question of whether Dorothy had actually been possessing her or just so close that it felt as if she were.  “Dorothy was very close,” she declared.

After a stretch of silence that allowed Sophia to shift further into greater awareness, I brought to her attention the fact that Dorothy desired to talk to her.

After still another stretch of silence, Sophia reported “I was asking her how she was doing.  She was telling me something about her granddaughter, like she wants me to tell her granddaughter that she loves her.  I'm asking her how I do that?” 

Having been challenged with panic attacks and a general fear of conversing with most everyone, Sophia belabored Dorothy’s request.  To speak in this manner to the granddaughter terrified Sophia, even though she had lately been facing her fears head-on. Sophia had declared earlier in our conversation that there were things she had to begin doing to create a brand new world for herself—it was a do or die. Dorothy’s request was a perfect set-up. Sophia recognized that Dorothy was asking her to be the vehicle—the bridge between worlds—to make contact with her granddaughter.  To be the cell phone tower.

When asked to step back in time and see where she and Dorothy had known each other before, Sophia immediately responded, “I see her talking to me.  She was one of my guides...and she still is.  I see her as an old lady who opens her house to anyone who needs shelter, and she bakes lots of cookies. She always had cookies for people.  She took me into her house, and other children, and was like a grandmother to all of us who were left behind by our families.  We were like foster children.  And I see now that I’ve known for some time that she’s been wanting to connect with me, but I’ve been too afraid.”

Even more quiet, Sophia announced, “Because of all the stories I believed about ghosts and stuff like that.  This is like a new world.  Of seeing more than just the physical".

I tested her, “This is your world, Sophia.  Isn't it?” 

“Ya, that's one of the reasons why I...like I don't know how to live out there yet”.  Sophia began to cry as she moved further out in the space where only oneness exists.  Her voice came with soft intensity, “And it's so painful, nothing in my present world works anymore...nothing makes sense.  Nothing!  In this other world out there, nothing is a big deal.  Nothing!  It’s just all so easy out here.”

 “So, there is this other world calling to you?” I nudged.  "But thoughts of going to this more reliable world bring up memories of being viewed as crazy...of being burned as a witch. Now, you have to travel through (dissolve) your hellish past to get to your world, to get back home again? There is a necessity showing up to go home, isn’t there?”

I queried Sophia where Dorothy fit into her witch-burning memory.  Sophia articulated with grave appreciation, “Dorothy was waiting for me on the other side.  She supported me as I left embodiment.  Dorothy was and is still a guide.  Dorothy is supporting my transition this time also, only this time, I’m making the transition without exiting my body.”

Sophia’s final words were, “This is really, really intense!!  And it feels crazy at the same time, because I don't know how I'm going to do this, Ia.  How it's going to happen?  How am I going to live in that world and still be in this one?”

I reminded her that it was already happening. The fact that she could so readily converse with the unseen ones (ghosts), or with those on the other side, was singular proof that she was in the transition.  In the witch-burning memory, Sophia was burned for bringing information from the other side, from her far away world.  Now, she had to dissolve the memory of that burning to return to her own innate power.  I’d been telling Sophia for many years that she is the bridge—the bridge between worlds.  Now she could see that I wasn’t just meaning between the Hispanic community and the larger community.  It was about the earthly community and the Greater Community.  Sophia’s capacity to “listen” and translate was innate.  It was her gift to the world.  It must be shared…or else it is lost.  She is a natural-born translator.

It is not abnormal or paranormal to communicate with those who are dis-embodied.  Nor is it difficult.  It’s not a feat left to psychics. It’s not a “gift.”  In truth, we are all psychics.  Sophia, in the process of healing, was coming in contact with her greater self, and along with that, her “greater” capacity.

The veil between worlds is dissolving as more and more non-bodied beings are attempting to communicate with us here in the human realm.  In fact, there is a desperateness to communicate, a desperateness to support.  More and more are leaving embodiment at this time in history.  Take heart, many who are leaving now are doing so to live a greater purpose from the “other side”.

Like Sophia in the throes of an ego death, we have to die to our attachments, beliefs, and limitations to live a greater purpose, even as we remain embodied.

In review, the issue was not Dorothy possessing Sophia.  Rather it was a matter of how Sophia was possessed by her own misperceptions.  Ideas, dogma, beliefs, et cetera all work to keep us limited in understanding the "real world."  In getting in touch with her own inner knowing, Sophia freed herself to experience the world of "Greater Community."