Storytime: Origin Point

Origin points are hard to determine, especially on a soul level. I have been wondering what my origin point is for quite some time now. Many starseeds out there resonate with one or two galactic civilizations. What has puzzled me for the longest time is I resonate with many of them, and when attempting to ascertain my "home planet" have discovered...it isn't there. Further, my higher self has continually insisted that I am many races "smushed" together. But I know, even if time isn't linear, there was ONE place where I started in the physical as something more complex than a rock.

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I will wander around temporally in this post, because it's a spiraling journey that goes forward and backward in time. Hopefully, it will make sense.

The main discovery and "drilling home" begins with finally seeing a birthmark clearly. Since I can remember, I've had a birthmark on my right lower three ribs. It's a tight cluster of freckles about 2 inches wide and 1 inch tall. A postage stamp of a mark. Every time I have looked at it in the mirror, I could never make out any particular pattern. It was just a brown cluster of freckles.

At the start of this week, I was suddenly prompted to take a photo of it and adjust the contrast. So, I did. When I did this, I suddenly saw emerging out of the birthmark, like a shape emerging out of a color vision test, a lyre tilted at an angle. I knew that lyre meant Lyra.

At the very beginning of the spiritual half of my awakening, the first book about galactic history I ever read was The Prism of Lyra. This should have been my first clue that the first book I was drawn to Lyra as a potential origin point. But at the time, I thought, "I can't possibly be this old of a being. I can't possibly come from there."

Now I know it to be true.

I shall pull an excerpt from an email I wrote to a friend regarding further Lyra discoveries:

​After discovering the lyre and discovering Lyra, one morning while I was laying in bed waking up, I decided to “preload” my playlist of videos for the day with information about the system. Except, when I went to YouTube and search for “Lyran starseed” I got “Lyran light language activation” instead. I did not type that. Those were the results. So I figured, “Ah, that’s the way my guides want me to go with this. Okay. I will pull the first two videos then filter out to only one.”

So, I listen to the little 6-minute video, and as soon as I hear the woman speaking light language, I start to cry. Because somehow…I hear my mother. Not my mother in this life, but the one from the Lyran life. All the sudden I can feel her right THERE in the room with me. It was a total pulling on the inner child. Even as I write this, I have an image of a small golden-haired child running around in a field of grass with white flowers playing in the sun. And she’s there with her best friend and soul twin—her male counterpart—and he’s trying to throw clods of dirt at her in fun. The sky is lavender and there’s a big blue gas planet with silver rings so bright you can see it in the daytime.

Anyway, I digress. So I listen to the activation, and then am guided to a second one. Also only a few minutes long. And this one gets dark. I see now why there were tears. I listen to it, and a big, black, maw of horror opens up. I can feel that something unspeakably terrible happened—something I would equate to a soul’s first experience with separation from Source, because the life I was feeling was my first experience as a physical being.

​Shortly after that video, I learn about the Draco invading Lyra, and I think “Oh, that’s what happened. That’s why it feels like separation. Because it was.”

Yet, I can feel a great deal of happiness from that life, too. Simplicity. Lots of just being and playing. Chasing butterflies. A type of purity of enjoyment. Eden before the Fall as it were.

The image I selected for this post is close to how I saw the planet in my vision.