— We are surprised that you can hear us at all, in the 5D dimension... your mind has made the transition.
— I don't know how this happened...
— This shouldn't be happening at all! Your abilities...
— You mean that I can regress and see my past? So many people on Earth can do this...
— Not so many compared to the total number of inhabitants...
— Yeah..., — I agreed. — Eight billion living! But basically, some people are interested in what awaits after physical death... When I start a conversation with someone about the transition from dense reality to subtle worlds, they get scared of this topic and avoid communication... Thus, I feel lonely and cannot find friends, no matter what age. For some reason, everyone is afraid to discuss the end of earthly life! It is necessary to know what awaits you in the future! They live for today only! The connection between our worlds is broken! Because of what?
— The life of earthlings is intentionally separated from our dimension... Part of the spirit's consciousness is immersed in the earth's density to implement some fascinating ideas. After life, these souls join their spirit or continue to exist as individuals, if they wish.
— Why so? — I thought it was strange. — And what's wrong if the soul on Earth knows who is looking after him, what his origin is? But now he lives in complete ignorance of his creator, his mission, does not hear the voice of his spirit...
— It must be so... — voices were heard from all sides. — It is convenient for us... It is a better spiritual result.
— In fact, there are not so many spirits... Hundreds of thousands of entities in total, presumably...
— And where did such a huge number of inhabitants come from then? - I asked. — Are they all really parts of your consciousnesses?
— No, not at all... There are millions of our creations, not billions! We don't know where they came from and we are not interested in them and we barely tolerate them…
— You don't like their blueprints?
— We don't! They are not beautiful to us! Not what we need! And in general, we believe that the Earth belongs only to us. We were the first to come here, when there was nothing really. We started living and doing our own deals… Then others appeared, like us with their protégés… And some joined the primitive life forms here, developed and where can we go from this alien activity?
— There can be no talk of tolerance? — I grinned, realizing that racism and intolerance are present in the subtle worlds as well. — And what to do?
— Who would have known… — dissatisfied voices were heard.
— Do you only need beauty from your parts of consciousness?
— Intelligence is also important, but a little... Souls that are too smart will irritate, so preference is given to a beautiful image first of all, so that it would be more pleasant to live together... spiritual comfort, so to speak, is a priority! It is important that the result of earthly life is like this — an obedient, kind soul with a sweet face, and if not — get lost, live as you want, since you are so wayward! This is all that the spirits want from humanity, nothing more!
... This sounded like a disappointment to me... people often look for some special meaning in their lives, make some creative plans for their accomplishments. It turns out that everything is so prosaic. Spirits only need pleasant companions in their worlds! Is that so?
— And that is why, my dear, such a question is hanging in the air: who is your spirit? Where is he? Has anyone met him? Whose thing are you?
— I am not a thing at all? — indignation spilled out of me.
— And who are you?
— I... I am my own spirit...
— Your own... — puzzled exclamations rustled. — Maybe so... who knows... The Universe continues to surprise... And it is very strange that you hear Her voice. Although, how can you check, who exactly is speaking?
I really heard Her voice once and many other voices. Every form of life has its own voice, even tardigrades — the smallest animals on Earth, are able to express their opinion about existence and what is happening around.
— We are the Eye of the Absolute... we are here to see who is doing what... We are invulnerable both underground and in space... and now in your bed, feeding on grains of your skin, ... delicious... — their strange statement sounded.
… What? Cringe! I winced at the thought, if I told someone about this, that I am in such close contact with the world consciousness... they would definitely declare me schizophrenic. But that's exactly what they'll think... a normal person can't hear the voices of animals, birds, or even insects. It's just a figment of my overactive imagination, as one might think, but you need to be able to separate the flow of other thoughts in your mind, and most often these were complaints about situations.
- They're walking around here to no avail... - I heard a sudden grumbling in my mind on the seashore under the quiet rustle of transparent waves on white fragments of little broken shells.
Looking around, I noticed a lonely seagull behind me, mincing along the wet sand.
- Instead of treating me to your meal...
- I don't have any food with me, - I answered ironically. - Why don't you enjoy some fish in the sea? Catch it and eat it!
- There are plenty of live shells here... I've already eaten my fill of them... I want something else... your food... I'm not that hungry... it's just boring... Next time bring a burger!
— I don't eat that…
… Wow! Let it wait for the one who starts having lunch on the beach to beg for the desired piece of human food with an unbearable scream…
— We really like it when people share their delicious bread with us… — I heard in my head from the local birds when I relaxed in a hanging chair on the veranda of my house.
— Really? — I was amazed.
— Yes… but not all bread is good for us… we also like the one you eat… — the winged ones supported the conversation. — We are nearby, you won't see us… we hide from people, although we used to be them too…
— You were people?
— Yes… a long time ago, but now we are birds. We like it that way. We have wings and freedom… there are no rules, just us and nature…
And I heard this statement from many animals. Every dog on the street, led by its owner, said something similar:
— I used to be a human…
— And what… happened then… do you like being a dog?
— Not bad, especially if you are loved and pampered…
… Indeed, some dogs live better than people… you can't even argue with that!
— … but I dream of regaining the human form.
— How did it happen that your soul ended up in a dog?
— I don't know… I just died one day and then realized that I became a puppy… I felt offended, but then I got used to it…
… It's so sad and I asked the Universe why this is happening…