u/IncarnatePuppy52

I think I had something to do with guiding souls. I am totally okay with it because I know it’s for the best. I see myself as loving and peaceful towards the dead.

Because I honestly don’t believe in eternal damnation for those who sinned and didn’t repent. If you punish a person long enough they disassociate. The pain no longer does anything.

But then again…I think they shouldn’t be sent there and should come back to redo a human life and do it right this time.

I want to protect and love humans. I want them to do better to be able to cross over completely. God wants His children back.

I think there are some of my brethren who came to do wrong and bad and hurt people. I came with them I think, to basically see where they went so others could take care of them. But I wasn’t supposed to incarnate.

Idk. I’m having some really big thoughts today.

Do any of y’all look at the heavens and feel a yearning but know you can’t go back? And you literally can’t remember anything from before but you still miss “home”?

I can’t ever talk about flares or the pain around my mom. I love her but she’s always worse.

It used to be “oh I’ve been hurting for years” and when I mentioned when mine started it was “yeah I’ve been hurting since I was a child and I’m almost seventy”.

It used to be “oh it’s X type of pain” and I said once where it hurt all over and suddenly so is she.

I can say “I don’t know what I did” and she started “I’m sorry I had you so blame me”. Like wtf?

I know my pain is worse than hers. I know I’ve been hurting longer than her. I didn’t do drugs/alcohol/cigarettes like everyone else on that side of the family and my sister did. I literally have NO REASON outside of a TBI that I’m hurting. I have done nothing to get this.

I just. I have no one but my therapist to talk to about it because the family is built on the “who has it worse” mentality.

I’ve done all the stuff. I’m a normally well adjusted human being. I want to live. I need to live. But there’s nothing I can do and pain meds are limited obviously.

I just want a person in my family to hug me and say it’s going to be okay without guilt tripping.

I collect a lot of dolls both modern and vintage. Mostly vintage (1950-1980s) where I rescue, clean, repair, and make clothing for.

How did you incarnate? Did you choose to just do it, did you get sick (there’s dolly diseases), or was your body destroyed?

Just curious as I do interact and talk with my dolls. And if any of y’all were one of mine I hope I did you well! I know I’m not the best at making cloth bodies without a pattern but I tried. 🥰

I’m angelkin and I’ve done this weird thing for years where if I’m in a situation like annoyance, panic, or excitement, I speak words that make no sense but sound like a language. After I say it, I can’t repeat it correctly.

I know, I know. You might say I’m having brain issues. I’ve had multiple MRIs for other issues and I’m totes healthy. You might say it’s a mental disorder. I’m in therapy and aside from some missing memories I’m totes level and on meds for the things that need easing.

So…do you find yourself saying odd things?

It sounds like a Latin type language. Can’t spell the one I can remember (E yada dana is what it sounds like…) so I can’t be sure.

Thanks for reading. 💕

I was four. Sitting at the coffee table playing with my red, plastic, dollar store Jeep. It was like I woke up. I saw things and started being aware of every thing around me.

“Where is my sister?” I asked.

My mom said, “she’s at school.”

I thought. ‘School…there are lots of people at this school thing. Perhaps I’ll find the one I’m looking for.’

I then said, “I would like to go to this school.”

My mom was so happy for me that I chose to go instead of needing to be forced like my sister. She called dad at work (1985-ish) on the rotary and excitedly told him.

Looking back, I was totally not human at that moment. But I did have growing to do. People would call me names (alien, freak) or act like I wasn’t human-which I’m not-so I watched interactions between adults and children.

I was always able to have full conversations with adults to the point I was seen as a little adult. Children, not so much.

Over time I did learn how to act through watching people, watching television, and reading books.

But I’ve always had that digging feeling that I don’t have emotions. I’m pretending. I’m horrible. But I’m not. Therapists have said I do have emotions because of how animated I talk.

And no. I never found him.

I have always associated my Sariel self as connected to the Watchers but…I’m reading and there’s also an Archangel Sariel? Who oversees sinners and wayward souls?

For a long time I’ve been telling spirits I encounter that if they’re afraid they can wait and go with me to judgement.

Have I been confused this whole time because I feel pity for the Watchers? If so, why was I running away? Why was I screaming for Gabriel in my dreams?

I’m so confused now.

I suffer from chronic-sometimes debilitating-pain due to fibromyalgia and nerve damage caused by a car accident (woman ran a red light).

But it’s gradually gotten worse over time. I like to make the joke that I died in the accident but my body doesn’t know it, and the joke that my angelic nature is burning this body up.

My human body also has a predisposition to auto immune disease like lupus and scleroderma.

Does anyone else suffer from chronic systemic illness? Did it get worse after you realized/accepted who you are?

(I understand now why the human soul begged me “please don’t make me go out there” and I replied “I’ll take your pain”. Boy howdy.)

Hello. I was trying to find resources or active groups for incarnate angels. I haven’t had friends in quite some time and I wouldn’t mind immersing myself in a group until I’m comfortable to interact.

Uh. Thank you in advance. Sorry for the trouble.