9. The types of lightworkers and how it is time to reunite 

The sunset rose and I watched two shiny moons in the rose-lavender sky of my home planet rising. They were outshining the stars in that specific mountain, where I went to say goodbye. I had to go back to where I am at the present moment, living as a human on a similar planet called Earth. 

As my soul drifted through time and space I saw my sleeping body resting in those new clean sheets I had bought a week ago. I am nothing but a man living on Earth, with no memory of my ancient history while I am awake. It is while I sleep that I travel and that I remember how I have ascended so much before making this choice of allowing my memory to be erased in the brain that my soul chose to inhabit for some more decades to go. And counting.

While I go through my awakened state, I have small visions and sensations that there is something higher and profound out there. Which reflects on the way I see life as a cyclic pattern of give and receive. There is something in me that tells me I should be kind and noble, because somewhere in my soul, these memories of past misunderstandings and mistakes prevent me from falling too deep. Every time I think about doing something really bad, like taking revenge on a person who was horrible to me or someone else, there is a fiber in my body that tells me deep inside I already have done this and I know where it leads and it is not worth it. 

Why am I not allowed to activate all I know if I know so much about what humans should and shouldn’t do? Why did I choose to be a regular man and not a professional healer or some more obvious type of light worker? You might want to know that not all starseeds have the memory or the mission to be spiritual as you do, since before life was opened to us in this way, why not take the most useful job of all, that is to go and teach what you have learned on your journey? 

Why stay unawakened on purpose? Because wherever you go you are your light, things don’t need to be in the open all the time, unless we want hospitals and markets to become war zones, we need all types of starseeds to support the energies in everyplace. Being a lightworker can also be about smiling and being the chatty one at the grocery store, it can be about being a business person who rejects corruption and is still successful enough to make others believe that honesty is profitable. 

Your rigid thinking uncle could be a lightworker without you realizing, because after all, criticizing or not, he is the one who is always helping everyone like a rock. Maybe he is a rock because he created his own rigidity on purpose, to be tougher, to be stronger. Sensitivity and resilience are a combination that requires assistance from others oftentimes. 

Before incarnations, we make partnerships, who will be a guide and supporter, who will be the flower, the leaf, the roots. It is a partnership, and a necessary one at this stage. Like attracts like, you might think, yes, in kindness and justice, but not necessarily in how it shows. I might support a more sensitive person, I am built to be someone’s rock, and there are people who were built to blossom in full colors who will need the ones who support and admire them. 

Now while I sleep, oh, then I am me again, and I confess, I miss being this free, flowing version of me. Who has lived so many lifetimes in so many places. I visit such amazing places while my body rests, and not even dreams will tell me about it once I wake up. And the awakened me thinks only about how sleeping is good for my health. Still, the essence of all I have learned about light and dark, is in my essence, no matter how much oblivion clouds my beliefs. 

Even my meditation is contemplative, I have been programed to not remember, and that is how I know I have truly learned some lessons, because even though I don’t remember the deep dives my soul took into all there is to know about enlightenment and the path to an ancient akashic record, still, whenever life has tested me so far, I didn’t fall too deep or too far. 

Something in me tells me “stop, this is not your way”. And that is the most important level of remembering, it is organic, it doesn’t require stories, or images, or conversations with a soul family. It is a knowing in the spark underneath all levels of consciousness. You just know, no matter how many layers of flesh and dense matter you are living under, some things can never be forgotten. Your essence evolved with every experience and that essence is beyond any programing, it doesn’t matter if you came here to be roots, trunk or canopy. 

Birds know how to fly, fish know how to breathe underwater, and you know who you are in your essence and what you came here to do is not more or less important than what a more sensitive person came here to show. For each lightworker who has memory to be sustained in this energy, there needs to be dozens of others who can’t, because they are as fragile blossoms and we are the rest of the tree, praying for them to be safe and sane. I have been all parts of this tree of light and experienced it all, and no part is less profitable in terms of inner peace than being the one who remembers and sees. We take turns because it is overwhelming and because it is vulnerable. 

You were the channeler, or the priestess, or prophet once, so now, being the tree that supports one of them, is a blessing you’ve earned so you can rest a little. And if you are one the privileged ones who can see and remember, the messenger, then I must tell you that others came with you to support you, you don’t have to, and shouldn’t try to go through this alone. You might feel very isolated and lonely at times, but try to find a way to connect. It is a reality that we were made to be collective in our missions. 

People will not see all you see or understand all you understand, but they will love you somehow if you find the right friends and choose well who supports you. Don’t hide dear flower, so many sensitive people hide all their lives because doing light work alone is so hard when you are the receiver of information. In the old ways, you had to find someone to support you in your local community, but now, my dear flower, all you need is to be plugged in and take a deep breath. Your soul family might be far from you physically, but words and energy are so easy to exchange now. Those who are like me are fascinated by you and we find your sensitivity interesting and colorful. You can learn how to trust your intuition and make new acquaintances in time. 

I am a rustic man when I am awake, I might not be your cup of tea if you get to know me at the local cafe, but I would give everything for your right to be you, and believe in what you believe, and that would be the test when you get to know someone. Don’t necessarily look for people who see what you see and believe in what you believe. Look for people who stand up by you when you feel sad or lonely. If someone is willing to stand by you even though they can’t see what you see, then that might be a precious gift from life. 

Some people want to be by the side of seers for the wrong reasons, they will not be there when things are tough, some people wish to stand there because love is not so easy to explain, there is no specific reason why some people want to be close sometimes. The whys are less important than the how. Starseeds are never perfect, because people are never perfect, but we need to stay together to sustain the changes we came here to bring. 

No part of a tree is a tree, no tree makes a forest. If you are the jolly person smiling to your customers, if you are the strong one standing by the more sensitive, if you are the one accessing new information, losing nights of sleep every time there is a solar storm, we must find one another so we can stand together. You bring the smile, you bring the power to make things happen, you bring the information, we come together and things are complete. Those are the deals we made before coming here in the high hopes that the energy would change. And now the change is happening and we shall meet again, or recognize ourselves with new eyes.