It would not be entirely true to say I have never felt like I belong here. I always knew I was supposed to be here on Earth, incarnated. I always had a strong sense of my "mission" or "purpose", although I couldn't always put it into words. When I say "always", I mean it – always. Ever since I was little and dreamt my first dream. It would be accurate to say that I always felt like I belonged to a higher being – call it Great Spirit, or God, or whatever. I never had an actual name for "it". I always knew my true home was not here, and I would return to home – wherever it was – one day. I always knew I never "belonged" to my mother – she was a valuable guide and nurturer, but not "home" – and I never really felt like I had a father because I always remembered meeting the man who became my father – a lovely man, but distant. A bit "stiff upper lip". Very quiet. Hard to talk to. My ...
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